The changing values of desire

“If Godiva were everywhere and costs $2 while Kit Kat is rare and costs $30 per pack would you start looking at Kit Kat as “sex condensed into a rock?”

There was a question that has been on my mind once I was released into the general population during my freshman years. Unlike everyone else, I did not grow up in this society, hence I didn’t participate in any the cultural brainwashing activities organized by the media, so the obsession with good chocolate boggled my mind which, fortunately lead me to ask one of the most important question in my life.

“How do you value anything?”

It was just a question to which I had no answer back then but as life piles its toll on my innocence, I think I’ve begun to get a handle on the question of “value”. This way of looking at value have permeated every part of my life and I am sure that some of my decisions based on this value made me seem almost alien to some.

Fast forward to today, two years after moving to Vancouver, I’ve finally begun to see some hot woman. Not that they were in hiding for the past two years but rather, my value system is finally in sync with the value system of people here. Recalling my initial reaction when I landed, this is what I think of the woman here (sorry men, I don’t look at you at all):

• They are all 7~8. There were no 9 or 10 around
• Small breasts
• They are taller and skinnier here
• Lots of blonds
• OMG blue, gray and teal eyes. So pretty
• Those legs, WOW!

Two years later, my expectations have adjusted enough to recognize what is desirable here while, at the same time, I am still able to recognize the beauties back in Montreal. So what is valuable is as simple as that, a set of traits that any set of localized group desires. Which means that the more places I’ve lived for more than 2 years, the more I can see value.