"Copy Conforme"

Finally got a chance to watch Kiarostami's Certified Copy and was amazed by how feminist a man can be in his approach to filmmaking. Atleast I'm happy the world is not completely out of masculine idealistic feminists and there are still some hope ;)

It made me really thinking...which ofcourse had crossed my mind before...where does being simple becomes complicated and where is the boarderline? When did people stop being originals and is there really a proof that there's an original version of a thing or is it relatively arbitrarily? Was Mona Lisa's smile an original? Or was she told to smile in such a way by Davinci, which in that case wouldn't make it original anymore....Should we care about an Original or its certified versions? or does it not matter? Is a copy of a thing less valuable than the original and what if the original is lost? Do we treasure the copy anymore? What make a "thing" originally interesting? is it the way it makes us feel? Is perception of a "thing" subjective in nature and imporatant in the way it makes us feel a certain way?Is being married to any man better than being single?and why as women we choose to be sensitive and so fragile? Is it all part of our tendency to be certified copies of an ideal figurative constant?Does marriage mean sacrifice and compromise or does it mean freedom?Does it mean two people can live separate lives as individuals or does it mean they are bound to be united as one? Why as people don't we stop complaining and enjoying what we really have instead of wanting a so called copy ?Are the Originals, although being rare and authentic , an act of bravery and far from our twined believes of social standards/dogmas?