John is my Mao and I don't mind (and I'm a P.S. major)

You're probably wondering why someone who detests most of what Mao did is now flaunting his propaganda on her blog. The only solution I can offer is that it is the best analogy that I can make between my newly wed relationship with my husband. Is it a little frightening? Maybe to some, but enjoyable for me more than anything.


**Let me first of all make the point that I consider my husband a hottie, and thus by posting the following information is he in no way any less of a hottie.


Alright, disclaimers aside I can now feel free from the weighted feelings of guilt and share my husband's humorous use of propaganda in our relationship concerning his appearance. In no way am I convinced by his attempts, just like the Chinese and Mao. So this isn't a question of the chicken and the egg, but rather a commentary on how not only I believe my husband is a hottie, but how anyone that comes in to contact with him does as well, heh.


I have never met anyone so sneaky but so endearing about forcing their world view on another. And this isn't just because I am married to the man! And let me just say that my husband's world view entails that he is a very very beautiful man. Even more beautiful than say a fictional character named Edward. Aside from speculation I know that a poster can put all competition to rest. Which my husband so kindly illustrated and printed for my very own personal use in my office (please refer to figure 1.1).


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In figure 1.1 we see that John has subtly emphasized his very toned and very large pectorals and tree-trunk sized neck. Not to mention his very luscious lips, don't worry I'll keep it clean. The rest of the drawing has yet to be filled in (I know you're all dying for the rest of figure 1.1) but will remain with me upon completion, heh.



So, after a long day at school I enter my office, sit down at my desk and take a deep breath and glance to my right and look at John's immaculate rendering of himself (figure 1.1) above my beautiful white phalaenopsis orchid that he gave me on a whim. I log-on to my personal computing device and am greeted with a desktop the same as figure 1.1 but with me depicted to the side of him (with swirly lines depicting a slowly released fart no less).

Feeling the immense differentiated beauty that lies between me and my husband I then begin my work. I check my email and sort through the new business and find a message from my John noting that he loves me and hopes that I had a nice day. I feel better knowing that he loves me despite his ethereal beauty but of course make the mistake of looking directly to the right of my computer monitor where four pictures of John and me lay in comparison on our wedding day. I take another deep breath. Actually, I take about ten deep breathes and by the time I open my eyes my screen saver has taken over with the following French phrase shown in figure 1.2:


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For those of you that do not speak French the phrase translates as "I really believe that John is the most beautiful man in the world!". I breathe again. At this point each day I begin to believe that not only do I believe that John is wonderful but that the entire world does. I move on to more work and enter my user name to a hospital system and then enter the password, JGIMMACUL8!. I leave work with an overwhelming feeling of John's immaculateness and begin my ride home.


Upon my arrival at our apartment I find a list on the door depicting all the reasons why he loves me. I take the list and enter our home and am greeted by a wellspring of attar-like scents. Thyme, basil, and all the lovely smells of John's professional level type cooking fill me with hunger. Even with his beauty he smiles and looks happy to see me and greets me, waiting for me to notice the flowers in my favorite shade of orange on the counter top. With no expectations and all the beauty in the world my husband does this far too often than I deserve. As well as the laundry, cleaning , and drawing of baths. So, for all the propaganda shoved my way, I'm beginning to believe that propaganda for once has been created to declare truth. And that all the posters and phrases are welcomed and are considered declaration even if a little exaggerated. I love John.