So, commenting on LimerickGal's post...
What is happiness?
Hm.
Simple, to me.
A quiet day.
Puppy kisses.
Sand beneath my toes.
The stars in the night sky.
Everything else is just....
nothing.
20070726
Pardon My French
But my cousin's ex boyfriend is a lilly livered, stupid, barbaric, moronic, fucking asshole! I hate to wish anyone ill, but seriously, that was the nastiest, meanest type of trick to ever play on anyone. I think all the girls in the family will collectively have an urge to do him some serious bodily harm.
So, cousin dearest, do not spend another microsecond wasting your thoughts on that waste of molecular space. Chalk it up to a lesson learned, and don't let your own self introspection turn this into something negative that you use to hurt yourself with. He is not worth the dirt on your shoe. Actually, he probably measures somewhere between pond scum and the funk that grows on the inside of a sewer pipe in the city central. Seriously, I wouldn't even let him take out my trash!
And if that fother mucker calls you again, hang up the damn phone! Better yet, get a new number!
So, cousin dearest, do not spend another microsecond wasting your thoughts on that waste of molecular space. Chalk it up to a lesson learned, and don't let your own self introspection turn this into something negative that you use to hurt yourself with. He is not worth the dirt on your shoe. Actually, he probably measures somewhere between pond scum and the funk that grows on the inside of a sewer pipe in the city central. Seriously, I wouldn't even let him take out my trash!
And if that fother mucker calls you again, hang up the damn phone! Better yet, get a new number!
20070725
20070724
Michael Vick
For once, I agree with PETA.
Yes, lightening did hit me in the head.
Michael Vick should be fired.
What kind of role model does he set? I don't care that he's an athelete, an entertainer, whatever, and should not be a role model. Fuck off. Anyone that's as public as he is just so happens to be a role model.
And what a role model. A dog fighting, dog killing, half assed quarterback with a rapists in the family tree.
And he's gonna continue to play for Atlanta?
Yes, lightening did hit me in the head.
Michael Vick should be fired.
What kind of role model does he set? I don't care that he's an athelete, an entertainer, whatever, and should not be a role model. Fuck off. Anyone that's as public as he is just so happens to be a role model.
And what a role model. A dog fighting, dog killing, half assed quarterback with a rapists in the family tree.
And he's gonna continue to play for Atlanta?
20070723
I cannot believe I’m having this conversation. When you are young, and stupid, you have sex for the novelty of it. Whenever you can, regardless of the quality of the experience.
As I have aged, I have realized that my mother was right.
Wow, I can’t believe I just said that.
It is absolutely worthless unless you are doing it with someone you love, and if not love, care for deeply. You have that trust – you know, being vulnerable, exposing yourself, relaxing your self control enough to enjoy the experience, etc. It’s just…better. More intense. I can’t speak for you, but I want it more. I want to touch more, and snuggle, and kiss. I can’t explain it, but I’m more giving…more…open.
Oh, that doesn't mean that I can't have sex if I don't love someone. I can; but you are leaving when it's over, and I won't ever really be engaged. My mind will be a million miles away or thinking of a million different things.
You know what? Without mutual love and respect I might as well be brushing my fucking teeth. So what’s the point then?
As I have aged, I have realized that my mother was right.
Wow, I can’t believe I just said that.
It is absolutely worthless unless you are doing it with someone you love, and if not love, care for deeply. You have that trust – you know, being vulnerable, exposing yourself, relaxing your self control enough to enjoy the experience, etc. It’s just…better. More intense. I can’t speak for you, but I want it more. I want to touch more, and snuggle, and kiss. I can’t explain it, but I’m more giving…more…open.
Oh, that doesn't mean that I can't have sex if I don't love someone. I can; but you are leaving when it's over, and I won't ever really be engaged. My mind will be a million miles away or thinking of a million different things.
You know what? Without mutual love and respect I might as well be brushing my fucking teeth. So what’s the point then?
Railroaded
Do people still come with ears and eyes?
Or did I miss some freak of evolution whereby we stopped having ears and eyes?
Some things have lately caught my eyes and ears, if no one else’s.
In our modern and ultra technological times, I think we’ve lost the ability to hear. No, I don’t mean that our ears have collectively dropped off of our heads! I mean that we’ve lost the capacity to really listen and understand what another person is saying. I feel like I’m really whistling into the wind; evidently I’m the only one who can hear myself!
When was the last time you sat down with a mate, your spouse, a good friend and really had a down to earth chat? Where you really got what the other person was feeling and thinking?
Or did I miss some freak of evolution whereby we stopped having ears and eyes?
Some things have lately caught my eyes and ears, if no one else’s.
In our modern and ultra technological times, I think we’ve lost the ability to hear. No, I don’t mean that our ears have collectively dropped off of our heads! I mean that we’ve lost the capacity to really listen and understand what another person is saying. I feel like I’m really whistling into the wind; evidently I’m the only one who can hear myself!
When was the last time you sat down with a mate, your spouse, a good friend and really had a down to earth chat? Where you really got what the other person was feeling and thinking?
20070722
This falls under the "don't ask, don't tell" policy.
Also know as wtf.
I laughed so hard, I had tears rolling down my face.
Also know as wtf.
I laughed so hard, I had tears rolling down my face.
20070720
M, F, or KIIIILLLLLLLLL
Right, LimerickGal and I are sitting here being sassy...and playing that all time classic of time wasting games...
Who would you Marry, Who Would you Fuck, and Who Would you KILLLLLLLLL!!!!!
For the purposes of this exercise, we have restricted ourselves to celebrities only.....
Angelina Jolie - Fuck. If I were a man, I'd make a crude observation about her lower lip. But I'm not, so I won't. Instead, I'll merely point out that I COULD make a crude observation, and leave it at that.
Titney Spears - Oh, Kill. Eviscerate. As a matter of fact, as LG just asked, I wouldn't even pity fuck her. Too many nasty, skanky miles on her.
Posh - I am creating a special fourth category just for a few people on our list. It's called Ass Fuck. 'Nuff said.
Paris Hilton - That's so NOT HAWT!
Nicole Kidman - Marry. Ummmmmm. Redheads. Aussie. Pale. *Shiver*
Ellen - You know, we had a heated debate over Ellen. Personally I think she was much funnier about ten years ago. But LG pointed out that she was quite rich, and comes already paired with her own personal Barbie (see below).
Portia DeRossi - oh - Fuck. Wait, do I hear the cows coming home? Why, I think I do?
Kate Beckinsdale - Marry, but only if she dresses like she did in Van Helsing. And wears that red ballgown. Grrrr.
Rosie O'Donnell - definitely dead. And with an apple in her mouth.
Johnny Depp - well, overrated...and he always looks like he needs a bath. So....fuck. Although he was rather adorable in Chocolat...
Orlando - Kill. He looked good as an elf. Otherwise, I wish he'd shave. And he whinges.
Hugh Jackman - Marry!!! (Dimples!)
Ewan - Marry!!!! (Dimples! and other things that shan't be mentioned here...family blog, you know)
Sean Bean - oh, fuck....if he wears the suit from Sharpe's Rifles.
Colin Firth - Marry. He's just too charming. Cute, funny, modest, charming, witty....shall I continue to nauseaute you?
Jack Black - funny man or no, disgusting. Kill. Slowly. Buried in the sand in the desert covered in honey. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Jemimma Rooper - Marry. She's a charming thing. Fetching. I love her.
Russell Crowe - kill
Christian Bale - hm. kill? Ambivalent there?
Ryan Seacrest, Simon Cowell, Hugh Grant go in the aforementioned Posh category. A F. No lube. P.S. I think Hugh Grant suffers from SDS.
Stuart Townsend - Marry. As Lestat! Does he come already paired with Charlize? that might be a double bonus?!!!
Daniel Craig/Adrian Brody - Fuck.
Jonas Armstrong - know who that is? Ah, then I won't tell ye my answer!
Colin Farrell/Tommy Lee/Leonardo DiCaprio - not even with a bath of lysol. Never, ever. How freaking disgusting.
Goran Visnjic - Practical Magic. ER. What's not to love? Even if he does wear his pants a bit too high.
Darling Limerick....your turn! Sidenote: the above answers are mine and mine alone. LG does not totally agree with me. In fact, her answers will be posted ala commentary....
Who would you Marry, Who Would you Fuck, and Who Would you KILLLLLLLLL!!!!!
For the purposes of this exercise, we have restricted ourselves to celebrities only.....
Angelina Jolie - Fuck. If I were a man, I'd make a crude observation about her lower lip. But I'm not, so I won't. Instead, I'll merely point out that I COULD make a crude observation, and leave it at that.
Titney Spears - Oh, Kill. Eviscerate. As a matter of fact, as LG just asked, I wouldn't even pity fuck her. Too many nasty, skanky miles on her.
Posh - I am creating a special fourth category just for a few people on our list. It's called Ass Fuck. 'Nuff said.
Paris Hilton - That's so NOT HAWT!
Nicole Kidman - Marry. Ummmmmm. Redheads. Aussie. Pale. *Shiver*
Ellen - You know, we had a heated debate over Ellen. Personally I think she was much funnier about ten years ago. But LG pointed out that she was quite rich, and comes already paired with her own personal Barbie (see below).
Portia DeRossi - oh - Fuck. Wait, do I hear the cows coming home? Why, I think I do?
Kate Beckinsdale - Marry, but only if she dresses like she did in Van Helsing. And wears that red ballgown. Grrrr.
Rosie O'Donnell - definitely dead. And with an apple in her mouth.
Johnny Depp - well, overrated...and he always looks like he needs a bath. So....fuck. Although he was rather adorable in Chocolat...
Orlando - Kill. He looked good as an elf. Otherwise, I wish he'd shave. And he whinges.
Hugh Jackman - Marry!!! (Dimples!)
Ewan - Marry!!!! (Dimples! and other things that shan't be mentioned here...family blog, you know)
Sean Bean - oh, fuck....if he wears the suit from Sharpe's Rifles.
Colin Firth - Marry. He's just too charming. Cute, funny, modest, charming, witty....shall I continue to nauseaute you?
Jack Black - funny man or no, disgusting. Kill. Slowly. Buried in the sand in the desert covered in honey. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Jemimma Rooper - Marry. She's a charming thing. Fetching. I love her.
Russell Crowe - kill
Christian Bale - hm. kill? Ambivalent there?
Ryan Seacrest, Simon Cowell, Hugh Grant go in the aforementioned Posh category. A F. No lube. P.S. I think Hugh Grant suffers from SDS.
Stuart Townsend - Marry. As Lestat! Does he come already paired with Charlize? that might be a double bonus?!!!
Daniel Craig/Adrian Brody - Fuck.
Jonas Armstrong - know who that is? Ah, then I won't tell ye my answer!
Colin Farrell/Tommy Lee/Leonardo DiCaprio - not even with a bath of lysol. Never, ever. How freaking disgusting.
Goran Visnjic - Practical Magic. ER. What's not to love? Even if he does wear his pants a bit too high.
Darling Limerick....your turn! Sidenote: the above answers are mine and mine alone. LG does not totally agree with me. In fact, her answers will be posted ala commentary....
20070719
I can't believe I forgot to mention this.
I never even look at my Amex bill. I just assume that it sucks, and I just pay on it and hope that one day I win the lottery.
I happened to look at it on Sunday, because I went to use my Amex for a small purchase at the Depot and it was declined. Hmmm, I said, so I logged on and looked at my statement.
Well, evidently, I was in Marbella at the exact same time I was in Home Depot.
Right, in Spain. Two places at once.
So I ring Home Depot, validate that I'm who I say I am (you know, nine million questions, forms of identity, etc etc), and get a real person and out of IVR. The real person says "Oh, I will back that charge off, cancel this card, send you a new one, and start the dispute process". To which I add, "could you please flag this as potential fraud and monitor any incoming transactions?" and the kindly lady assures me that she will.
Tuesday, I log in again.
Not only am I in two countries at once, I am having a damn good time. I am traveling ALL OVER Spain, to every freaking high end resort town and having several nights on the town. My doppelganger has spent somewhere around $1500. Not only has the card not been inactivated, it hasn't been flagged for fraud activity either! Back on the phone to Amex. First, I'm told that the fraud line is backed up, and politely asked if I will phone back in an hour. Politely. WTF? Phone back I do, several times. Three times I am disconnected, and the fourth time I make whatever phone widgetansweringperson stay on the phone with me until I connect to a nice lady named Shanna, who stayed on the phone with me for half an hour until we validated that everything was taken care of.
Putting two and two together, either my purchase two months ago at the Mexi place near work OR my $3.27 bacon, egg and cheese sandwich in our shitty cafeteria downstairs on June 27 popped me into a credit card fraud ring (we were sent an email at work...I admit...I didn't read it...our site communicator sends so many of them that I see an email with his name on it and automatically delete it).
Ah, the drama!
I never even look at my Amex bill. I just assume that it sucks, and I just pay on it and hope that one day I win the lottery.
I happened to look at it on Sunday, because I went to use my Amex for a small purchase at the Depot and it was declined. Hmmm, I said, so I logged on and looked at my statement.
Well, evidently, I was in Marbella at the exact same time I was in Home Depot.
Right, in Spain. Two places at once.
So I ring Home Depot, validate that I'm who I say I am (you know, nine million questions, forms of identity, etc etc), and get a real person and out of IVR. The real person says "Oh, I will back that charge off, cancel this card, send you a new one, and start the dispute process". To which I add, "could you please flag this as potential fraud and monitor any incoming transactions?" and the kindly lady assures me that she will.
Tuesday, I log in again.
Not only am I in two countries at once, I am having a damn good time. I am traveling ALL OVER Spain, to every freaking high end resort town and having several nights on the town. My doppelganger has spent somewhere around $1500. Not only has the card not been inactivated, it hasn't been flagged for fraud activity either! Back on the phone to Amex. First, I'm told that the fraud line is backed up, and politely asked if I will phone back in an hour. Politely. WTF? Phone back I do, several times. Three times I am disconnected, and the fourth time I make whatever phone widgetansweringperson stay on the phone with me until I connect to a nice lady named Shanna, who stayed on the phone with me for half an hour until we validated that everything was taken care of.
Putting two and two together, either my purchase two months ago at the Mexi place near work OR my $3.27 bacon, egg and cheese sandwich in our shitty cafeteria downstairs on June 27 popped me into a credit card fraud ring (we were sent an email at work...I admit...I didn't read it...our site communicator sends so many of them that I see an email with his name on it and automatically delete it).
Ah, the drama!
Daft
Well, as excited as I was about the possibility of renting out rooms...
I'm not sure I can do it.
I mean, I know I'm odd, but other people are just fucking weird.
Last night's candidate is a grandmother (but under fifty), long ratted blond hair, blue eyeliner and shadow, and from Dawsonville. Did I mention she drinks tequila? I bet she likes NASCAR.
I think she would drive me nuts.
I will just be poor instead. It will motivate me to work hard and sell the house. Fast.
I'm not sure I can do it.
I mean, I know I'm odd, but other people are just fucking weird.
Last night's candidate is a grandmother (but under fifty), long ratted blond hair, blue eyeliner and shadow, and from Dawsonville. Did I mention she drinks tequila? I bet she likes NASCAR.
I think she would drive me nuts.
I will just be poor instead. It will motivate me to work hard and sell the house. Fast.
20070716
You know, I think my feelings are hurt. I was rather proud of the word "popporn" and no one said a thing! Gosh darnit!
A thorough financial analysis has led me to believe that I can't live in this house by myself, if it comes down to it. Well, I can...but I'd be on the starvation diet. I have to have one roommate...ideally two. So I've taken out an ad in craigslist to rent out the two rooms beneath me...hopefully to some girl who is going to school (or something to that effect). No responses yet, but I have hope!
The more I think about it the more I realize that the life I'm currently leading is not for me. I've let myself be seduced by the trappings of middle class "luxury". I've tried to mold myself into something I'm plainly not (I mean, seriously...I spent two years with acrylic nails...hello!!!!). I wasn't raised that way. Why? Ah, I'm still working on figuring that out. But I have got to get out, really and truly. I'll be the female Willy Loman, stuck in a downward spiral of memory and dementia. Won't that be lovely?
Hah! And how I am a member of the bourgeois, ever overtaxed, with none of the real privleges of wealth. But I can walk down (as I said in an earlier path) a simpler path...
and indeed I shall!
But that doesn't mean I'll stop shaving my legs and armpits. I don't mean to become THAT barbaric.
A thorough financial analysis has led me to believe that I can't live in this house by myself, if it comes down to it. Well, I can...but I'd be on the starvation diet. I have to have one roommate...ideally two. So I've taken out an ad in craigslist to rent out the two rooms beneath me...hopefully to some girl who is going to school (or something to that effect). No responses yet, but I have hope!
The more I think about it the more I realize that the life I'm currently leading is not for me. I've let myself be seduced by the trappings of middle class "luxury". I've tried to mold myself into something I'm plainly not (I mean, seriously...I spent two years with acrylic nails...hello!!!!). I wasn't raised that way. Why? Ah, I'm still working on figuring that out. But I have got to get out, really and truly. I'll be the female Willy Loman, stuck in a downward spiral of memory and dementia. Won't that be lovely?
Hah! And how I am a member of the bourgeois, ever overtaxed, with none of the real privleges of wealth. But I can walk down (as I said in an earlier path) a simpler path...
and indeed I shall!
But that doesn't mean I'll stop shaving my legs and armpits. I don't mean to become THAT barbaric.
20070715
Why oh why is this even making the news?
The Beckhams in America????
I can't WAIT for Posh's program to be on television so I will have something completely new to ridicule.
Farcical Aquatic Tart.
Lazy on the spell check again.
This is the first night in a week and a half that my house is totally and completely silent. I am the only one here. I adore it, I really do. That's not to say I don't like having people around me, because I do...but once in a while I really need some time to myself. I've not felt right today, and the dogs and I have spent the day on the couch writing two papers and doing two classes (work) and in general dozing the day away. This morning my grandmother said "Eliza, you have HUGE circles under your eyes! what is wrong with you!" That's sooo charming!
Why do I pay to keep the pool open if I never use it? Does that even make any sense?
It's been good to see LilSis again, although she makes me feel fat as a house. In fact, the dietary requirements of the three sisters have made for an interesting weekend. I never eat the following things: mayo, dressing, any cream sauce, any kind of gravy, any sauce, or any soft cheese, or ice cream, or in general fast food (unless truly desperate). LilSis does not eat anything fried, or any bread, or any pasta, or any fast food, or any tomato sauce, or any gravy, or any dessert. MidSis is on a diet, so is off the dessert, the fast food, and the pasta. So dinner on Saturday night with the relatives was in general a bust. The menu was: fried fish (ixnay for LilSis and Me - yuck), coleslaw (me and mid sis - yuck ), hushpuppies (all three of us - yuck), potato salad, german and egg (me - yuck yuck yuck), and melon (we all three ate that). Thank goodness we didn't actually try and cook for all of us. We'd never have agreed on anything to eat. Maybe....steamed asparagus, broccoli, and baked chicken? I think we could've all agreed to that. Christmas is going to be fun, I can tell you right now...I'll have to plan out the menu VERY carefully. So much for a Southern Fried Christmas!
The Beckhams in America????
I can't WAIT for Posh's program to be on television so I will have something completely new to ridicule.
Farcical Aquatic Tart.
Lazy on the spell check again.
This is the first night in a week and a half that my house is totally and completely silent. I am the only one here. I adore it, I really do. That's not to say I don't like having people around me, because I do...but once in a while I really need some time to myself. I've not felt right today, and the dogs and I have spent the day on the couch writing two papers and doing two classes (work) and in general dozing the day away. This morning my grandmother said "Eliza, you have HUGE circles under your eyes! what is wrong with you!" That's sooo charming!
Why do I pay to keep the pool open if I never use it? Does that even make any sense?
It's been good to see LilSis again, although she makes me feel fat as a house. In fact, the dietary requirements of the three sisters have made for an interesting weekend. I never eat the following things: mayo, dressing, any cream sauce, any kind of gravy, any sauce, or any soft cheese, or ice cream, or in general fast food (unless truly desperate). LilSis does not eat anything fried, or any bread, or any pasta, or any fast food, or any tomato sauce, or any gravy, or any dessert. MidSis is on a diet, so is off the dessert, the fast food, and the pasta. So dinner on Saturday night with the relatives was in general a bust. The menu was: fried fish (ixnay for LilSis and Me - yuck), coleslaw (me and mid sis - yuck ), hushpuppies (all three of us - yuck), potato salad, german and egg (me - yuck yuck yuck), and melon (we all three ate that). Thank goodness we didn't actually try and cook for all of us. We'd never have agreed on anything to eat. Maybe....steamed asparagus, broccoli, and baked chicken? I think we could've all agreed to that. Christmas is going to be fun, I can tell you right now...I'll have to plan out the menu VERY carefully. So much for a Southern Fried Christmas!
20070713
Ah, the conclusion to the week from hell.
It’s safe to say that your path in life is entirely made up of your own choices. You drive your own destiny. Yeah, you can make an argument than your environment limits your opportunity, and I buy that (someone living in a mud hut with no electricity is not likely to grow up to be a computer engineer). By and large, somehow in that strange combination of nature and nurture we learn enough to be able to successfully maneuver through this artificial world of ours. How well you do it, and how well your own actions sit with you, is up to you.
Pithy but true: one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. We can’t all be rich. We can’t all be beautiful. The things you throw out today, someone tomorrow will find and see an item that with a little attention can be made beautiful again. You only think people have expectations of you; in reality, you disappoint only yourself . You project your own disappointments and senses of failure onto other people because it is easier than fixing the blame where it belongs – on you.
And your emotional life is going to follow some basic principals – to every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Knowing this, why put yourself in situations that you know will have a negative or harmful outcome?
I fall into this trap much too often myself.
I realized this week that I am so wrapped up in hatred of this house; Lil Sis (who is down this week) said “wow, this house looks so good, and so much better than it did. You’ve done a good job!” and rather than say thank you, I snorted and proceeded to tell her how much I hated it. What is wrong with me? I had to think about it, really, and it came to me that the reason I hate this house so much is because it represents one of my five big life mistakes, and it’s the last one I have to get rid of before I can totally move on and be free of my past.
Big Five: getting married to my ex, buying this house, paying for the divorce, giving him all the furnishings and buying completely new everythings, and giving the Rebel my old car.
Realizing this was actually…uplifting. I suddenly had a desire to actually DO things…like paint, rearrange, and fix! Amazing!
The only one who can save you, btw, is you. Anything else is a band aid.
It’s safe to say that your path in life is entirely made up of your own choices. You drive your own destiny. Yeah, you can make an argument than your environment limits your opportunity, and I buy that (someone living in a mud hut with no electricity is not likely to grow up to be a computer engineer). By and large, somehow in that strange combination of nature and nurture we learn enough to be able to successfully maneuver through this artificial world of ours. How well you do it, and how well your own actions sit with you, is up to you.
Pithy but true: one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. We can’t all be rich. We can’t all be beautiful. The things you throw out today, someone tomorrow will find and see an item that with a little attention can be made beautiful again. You only think people have expectations of you; in reality, you disappoint only yourself . You project your own disappointments and senses of failure onto other people because it is easier than fixing the blame where it belongs – on you.
And your emotional life is going to follow some basic principals – to every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Knowing this, why put yourself in situations that you know will have a negative or harmful outcome?
I fall into this trap much too often myself.
I realized this week that I am so wrapped up in hatred of this house; Lil Sis (who is down this week) said “wow, this house looks so good, and so much better than it did. You’ve done a good job!” and rather than say thank you, I snorted and proceeded to tell her how much I hated it. What is wrong with me? I had to think about it, really, and it came to me that the reason I hate this house so much is because it represents one of my five big life mistakes, and it’s the last one I have to get rid of before I can totally move on and be free of my past.
Big Five: getting married to my ex, buying this house, paying for the divorce, giving him all the furnishings and buying completely new everythings, and giving the Rebel my old car.
Realizing this was actually…uplifting. I suddenly had a desire to actually DO things…like paint, rearrange, and fix! Amazing!
The only one who can save you, btw, is you. Anything else is a band aid.
20070711
Truly, Madly, Deeply
Really, I'm fine. Thinking on the way home, obviously there's a lesson buried somewhere in all this and am wondering if I'm smart enough to ferret it out. Ferret doesn't look right, but am too lazy to c&p in word to proof.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
What doesn't kill you....
Eh, fuck it, you get the idea.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
What doesn't kill you....
Eh, fuck it, you get the idea.
Things
Just things
1. I was told that I need to "man up" in relationships and stop being so nice. Of course, this led to an interesting discussion - if the roles were reversed (economically), could I actually relax and let a man take care of me? I don't know. Then I was asked, if I had a baby, and wanted to stay home and raise it, could I actually let go enough to do it? And I don’t know the answer to that either (but I think it’s no).
2. Man up, that's funny!
3. Ok, about the Geico airport commercial. Something disturbs me. What kind of racquet is he carrying and why? It looks like a badminton racquet...it's too small to be a tennis racquet. Why would you carry either one on vacation if your name isn't Federer? Doesn’t that strike you as odd? That’s like those bathtubs with no source of water in the vineyard in the Cialis commercials. That bothers me too.
4. Finally, it is absolutely lovely to have friends that are concerned enough about the state of your wellbeing to go out of their way to check on you. Thanks, darling….that was more appreciated than you know!
1. I was told that I need to "man up" in relationships and stop being so nice. Of course, this led to an interesting discussion - if the roles were reversed (economically), could I actually relax and let a man take care of me? I don't know. Then I was asked, if I had a baby, and wanted to stay home and raise it, could I actually let go enough to do it? And I don’t know the answer to that either (but I think it’s no).
2. Man up, that's funny!
3. Ok, about the Geico airport commercial. Something disturbs me. What kind of racquet is he carrying and why? It looks like a badminton racquet...it's too small to be a tennis racquet. Why would you carry either one on vacation if your name isn't Federer? Doesn’t that strike you as odd? That’s like those bathtubs with no source of water in the vineyard in the Cialis commercials. That bothers me too.
4. Finally, it is absolutely lovely to have friends that are concerned enough about the state of your wellbeing to go out of their way to check on you. Thanks, darling….that was more appreciated than you know!
Land of the Living Dead
Kidding!
Wanted to let you know that all is well on the western front. Things proceeding as normal, which means snafu is in it's regularly scheduled programming. Life is compounded by incoming strays and outbound flights with Betty Ford. That damn magic eight ball keeps saying "future cloudy".
Wanted to let you know that all is well on the western front. Things proceeding as normal, which means snafu is in it's regularly scheduled programming. Life is compounded by incoming strays and outbound flights with Betty Ford. That damn magic eight ball keeps saying "future cloudy".
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PopPorn
When did pornography become a par t of mainstream culture?
Long gone are the days when Playboy and Penthouse were dirty magazines stashed somewhere in your dad’s bathroom, or under your brother’s mattress, to be discovered and consumed with a feminine sense of wonder (oh my god, am I going to look like THAT when I grow up? Ewww!). It seems to be that porn is now everywhere.
What red blooded occupant of the Western world hasn’t seen a pornographic image? Watched a video, seen an mpeg? I’d say…oh, the only people who haven’t are folks without a computer.
And we’ve become so accepting of something that for years was seen as exploitative of women. Women have even become accepting of it, and now voluntarily participate it, in the name of embracing their sexuality (and in making a buck or three). You don’t think it’s still just a teensy bit degrading…to maybe say that the only thing worthwhile about a woman is what she looks like naked at one particular point in time? I mean, you aren’t looking at porn to hear someone’s voice, or to read her resume, or to find out what her favorite books are.
So, years ago the big scandal was Rob Lowe – remember – so coked up he couldn’t get it up filming himself with two girls (wasn’t one underage?). Now we have every half baked faux celebrity leaking a sex tape to boost their image. Does this predict a trend? Does this mean that in ten years regular people will think nothing of…say, putting a little video of themselves having sex with their ex out on their match.com profile? As a way of advertising, if you will.
In an age where we are literally, at all ages, inundated by sexual imagery – Bratz dolls, children’s cartoons where characters have anatomically ridiculous proportions, Kotex commercials, Cialis commercials, Viagra commercials, “chat line” commercials, people smooching over diamond rings, etc. etc. Doesn’t anything remain private? Doesn’t anything remain special and just between two people, or is it all fair game for mass distribution for mass entertainment?
Long gone are the days when Playboy and Penthouse were dirty magazines stashed somewhere in your dad’s bathroom, or under your brother’s mattress, to be discovered and consumed with a feminine sense of wonder (oh my god, am I going to look like THAT when I grow up? Ewww!). It seems to be that porn is now everywhere.
What red blooded occupant of the Western world hasn’t seen a pornographic image? Watched a video, seen an mpeg? I’d say…oh, the only people who haven’t are folks without a computer.
And we’ve become so accepting of something that for years was seen as exploitative of women. Women have even become accepting of it, and now voluntarily participate it, in the name of embracing their sexuality (and in making a buck or three). You don’t think it’s still just a teensy bit degrading…to maybe say that the only thing worthwhile about a woman is what she looks like naked at one particular point in time? I mean, you aren’t looking at porn to hear someone’s voice, or to read her resume, or to find out what her favorite books are.
So, years ago the big scandal was Rob Lowe – remember – so coked up he couldn’t get it up filming himself with two girls (wasn’t one underage?). Now we have every half baked faux celebrity leaking a sex tape to boost their image. Does this predict a trend? Does this mean that in ten years regular people will think nothing of…say, putting a little video of themselves having sex with their ex out on their match.com profile? As a way of advertising, if you will.
In an age where we are literally, at all ages, inundated by sexual imagery – Bratz dolls, children’s cartoons where characters have anatomically ridiculous proportions, Kotex commercials, Cialis commercials, Viagra commercials, “chat line” commercials, people smooching over diamond rings, etc. etc. Doesn’t anything remain private? Doesn’t anything remain special and just between two people, or is it all fair game for mass distribution for mass entertainment?
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