sophie's fair

Ascot scene from My Fair Lady (c) Warner Bros

Bed? Bed -- I couldn't go to bed
My head's too light to try to settle down
Sleep? Sleep -- I couldn't sleep tonight
Not for all the jewels in the crown!
I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I'd never done before
I'll never know what made it so exciting
When all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced... all night!

being a lady takes a lot of hard work. it isnt about putting up a front -- what fashionable clothes to wear, how much.. erm.. how "worthy" our guy is, how many pairs of "designer" shoes we have in our 450 ft long, 75 ft wide, and 45 ft high walk-in closet. when we look at magazines, we see all sorts of how to's -- how to keep a guy, how to "be yourself" on a date, how to be attractive (which also means ultimately spending 9 hrs in the gym, and following fad diets), etcétera etcétera. beauty products and cosmetic surgery attempt to create a package of alluring womanhood, sadly, very few women can really be called ladies.
a lady doesnt roar, she refrains from raising her voice, and yet knows how to get her point across. a lady's strength gets her through any adversity, yet she is most feminine when she handles her man. she resists the temptation to exploit other people's lives by gossiping. she knows how to give -- what she can, when she can, and as often as she can, not expecting anything in return. a true lady is not about inches and pounds. she is as immeasurable as her faith in God, as fair as the character she carries.

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
-- Proverbs 27:30-31

I've grown accustomed to her face,
she almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
she whistles night an' noon
Her smiles, her frowns,
her ups, her downs
are second nature to me now
like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent
and content, before we met
surely I could always be that way again, and yet,
I've grown accustomed to her looks
accustomed to her voice
accustomed to her face!

Words by Alan Jay Lerner
Music by Frederick Loewe, 1956