Lipstick and stockings

You are a woman of the modern age, you believe in equality, you believe you can do any job as good as a man and whether your body hair is as long as an ape’s or as short as a balding man’s in his mid forties, you’ll find a way to defend it and call yourself independent. Yet. When you find your man sitting at home on the sofa, tired after a long day’s work, pale from starvation, you find yourself rolling up your sleeves and cooking a good old fashioned home made dinner with a side of salad and dessert to follow. It’s as if following this sofa mirage your hard days work is completely forgotten, your feet magically don’t hurt anymore and something primeval in your brain activates itself and says; this man must be fed. Deep down you are still that cave women by the fire. Man Hungry. Feed Man. Against all your better judgement you contemplate if the women of the fifties had it better. They couldn’t partake in work as we can now but hell, cooking dinner and keeping a house clean was a breeze in comparison to building a career and taking care of someone and trying to keep up with societies demand you look good (just cause it’s not obligatory to wear heels and stockings anymore doesn’t mean we don’t still have to try hard). How wonderful it would be you think, to instead, laze around the house, reading books, visiting the swimming pool, taking care of yourself then making a fresh dinner for two instead of this utter sweaty chaos you find yourself now in (how the heck did those fifties women spend all their free time??). Then comes the shame of wishing your rights away. So you go on, making dinners, washing linen, hoovering like a woman on a cocaine bender, having some mediocre exhausting sex and then turning up to your waitressing job ready for a day of serving other men.


The fatal flower is the perverted shy girl, the one you wouldn’t suspect. Under a soft exterior lies a complex being with an unyielding wildness, anchored to the earth by her humble nature and inexplicable dry humour. She is the femme of now, the modern woman who’s thoughts transcend through cultures and time.

Over the coming months let ‘La Fleur Fatale’ be your guide to the hidden insights and stories of a watchful woman’s eye navigating through the ‘European’ way of life. Struggles and mishaps ensue as life is embraced and the thorny introvert femme clammers for life’s answers. All possible subjects are covered from death to Kim Kardashian and from sisterhood to the perfect strawberry frappe.

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