Life after Love.. I think Cher's interpretation of this phrase is kinda lame and Angsty. The man leaves.. and she is sad. WOW! never been a song about THAT before!
This is the way I see it..
Life after Love is what happens when you get married. It is a lot like Life after death. I shall explain:
Picture this regular scenario.. Boy meets girl, girl likely starts out indifferent or uninterrested initially. Boy sees this as a challange to be overcome; and, as in overcoming most challanges, has to become the best version of himself and pursue his goal. Suddenly, he becomes the smooth-talking, door-opening, attention-giving validator for girl. What girl would see this as off-putting? NONE. So she buys it. Hook is bated, girl is snared; and after reaching the point of no return in the relationship, the poor fish is metaphorically gutted. Since there's no merciful rock to the head first, the gutting process is slow and painful.
Starts at the mouth, same as a trout. Suddenly everything she says is either wrong or ignored. Then down to the lungs; when he becomes controlling and she is no longer given any breathing room. The heart begins to be ripped out at this point, but may continue trying to beat as the gutting proceeds to the stomach and loins. Ahh, the loins.. she has bourn his children, destroyed her body to do it. We've been exposed (in a number of ways) Discomfort and Vulnerability quickly follow.
So there we are.. empty fish ready for grilling, but we'll gladly sacrifice ourselves to satisfy his needs. No more need for a man to bait the hook (with chivalry or compliments.. or time) unless he finishes you off and goes after other seafood.
Ahhh, life after love. It's a good fish fry; good for you, but the meal may bring about more post-supper bloat than contented satifaction. I must say, though, I am happily bloated. Above you will see the man who snagged me... or at least the butt of that man. What woman could resist this charming creature?
This is the way I see it..
Life after Love is what happens when you get married. It is a lot like Life after death. I shall explain:
Picture this regular scenario.. Boy meets girl, girl likely starts out indifferent or uninterrested initially. Boy sees this as a challange to be overcome; and, as in overcoming most challanges, has to become the best version of himself and pursue his goal. Suddenly, he becomes the smooth-talking, door-opening, attention-giving validator for girl. What girl would see this as off-putting? NONE. So she buys it. Hook is bated, girl is snared; and after reaching the point of no return in the relationship, the poor fish is metaphorically gutted. Since there's no merciful rock to the head first, the gutting process is slow and painful.
Starts at the mouth, same as a trout. Suddenly everything she says is either wrong or ignored. Then down to the lungs; when he becomes controlling and she is no longer given any breathing room. The heart begins to be ripped out at this point, but may continue trying to beat as the gutting proceeds to the stomach and loins. Ahh, the loins.. she has bourn his children, destroyed her body to do it. We've been exposed (in a number of ways) Discomfort and Vulnerability quickly follow.
So there we are.. empty fish ready for grilling, but we'll gladly sacrifice ourselves to satisfy his needs. No more need for a man to bait the hook (with chivalry or compliments.. or time) unless he finishes you off and goes after other seafood.
Ahhh, life after love. It's a good fish fry; good for you, but the meal may bring about more post-supper bloat than contented satifaction. I must say, though, I am happily bloated. Above you will see the man who snagged me... or at least the butt of that man. What woman could resist this charming creature?
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You are cute! Well put little missy. Lots of lovies
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