So I have one email account that I keep strictly personal. I don't sign up for shit with it.... only friends and family have it. I have been able to keep the junk mail down, almost non-existent.
Then tonight I get the weirdest email ever. Weird because it wasn't typical spam. There were no "click here" or Viagra offers. Just an email, addressed only to me from someone I don't know. And it was an article. A weird article, considering. Interesting.
I just finished a fantastic book recommended to me by a friend. "Secrets From An Escort". Now when it was first recommended I thought it would be some silly book about what women need to do to please a man. I mean the woman who wrote it was an escort, she was paid for her services, so I assumed that it was all about the man.
I was wrong, very wrong. It was more about our sexuality, men and women. It was about the pressures that society and our own self's put on about sex. It went in depth into the psychological aspects of sex and all the things in between.
Of course there will nice little ideas for intensifying sex. But it wasn't focused solely on intensifying the pleasure of a man but intensifying your own pleasure.
And she is actually a very educated woman.
But...
It started me thinking about the sex industry: Porn, prostitution and escorts. Yes I don't lump prostitution and escorts together. For me they are two entirely separate "occupations". Prostitution is all about oppression for me. Woman that are prostitutes are working the streets, they are performing blow jobs in cars and such. I am not attempting a "holier than thou" attitude, but it is degrading to the woman. I don't feel that prostitutes get into the profession for the love of it. I think that statistically speaking (I don't have them, I just like the way that sounds), prostitutes are by nature desperate. They are runaways, castaways, people "wronged" by society. They may be drug addicts or victims of sexual abuse as children. They ran from something in an attempt to escape and ended up on the streets, performing fellatio to survive.
Escorts are different. Foremost they are paid more. I am not going to go as far and say that they aren't selling their body for money, because when it is all boiled down, they are. But... they are making choices. The men that hire escorts are likely a different breed then the men that hire prostitutes.
It could be a hypocritical, my belief that the two professions are different. But I hold it to be true.
To me.... (this means it is strictly my opinion) escorts are making the choice, prostitutes (while inherently it usually is a choice) aren't.
Anyways, long blog to mention an email and a wonderful book.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Mediocracy
I am so tired of reading. And when i saw reading I mean reading chapter after chapter on the newest and greatest business practice. Or reading that new book my boss purchased that talkes about how to seperate wants and needs and find benifits.
All of these books are important, the educate me on how to better do my job, how to become one step closer to ruling the world.
But they give me no satisfaction. It is studying rather than reading. And it causes other strife. Instead of finding a truly fascinating and meaningful book to read in the little spare time I own I look for a quick and dirty read that will satisfy (even if only momentairly) my need to read.
I want to read some of the greats. I have never read Catcher in the Rye or 1984. Some how I missed out on those books in highschool. That isn't to say I didn't read some of the greats (or no so greats depending on your outlook). Off the top of my head here is what I remember reading in highschool. I took advance English classes so I may have skipped what others read.
Grapes of Wrath
Romeo and Juliet
King Lear
Othello
Hamlet
Jane Eyre
Portriat of an Artist as a Young Man
The Scarlett Letter
The Great Gatsby
Wuthering Heights
Return of the Naive
Crime and Punishment
Metamorphisis
Of Mice and Men
The Odyssey
A Tale of Two Cities
The Glass Managerie
Madame Bovary
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
The Call of The Wild
The Old Man and The Sea
The Red Badge of Courage
The Sound and The Fury
There Eyes Were Watching God
To Kill A Mockingbird
Uncle Toms Cabin
That's all I can think of. And it's a lot. There were years after highschool where I refused to pick up a book that would take more than just mear reading. But no I long for it. I am not going to jump right in and get War and Peace. But maybe it's time to visit some of the classic I missed.
All of these books are important, the educate me on how to better do my job, how to become one step closer to ruling the world.
But they give me no satisfaction. It is studying rather than reading. And it causes other strife. Instead of finding a truly fascinating and meaningful book to read in the little spare time I own I look for a quick and dirty read that will satisfy (even if only momentairly) my need to read.
I want to read some of the greats. I have never read Catcher in the Rye or 1984. Some how I missed out on those books in highschool. That isn't to say I didn't read some of the greats (or no so greats depending on your outlook). Off the top of my head here is what I remember reading in highschool. I took advance English classes so I may have skipped what others read.
Grapes of Wrath
Romeo and Juliet
King Lear
Othello
Hamlet
Jane Eyre
Portriat of an Artist as a Young Man
The Scarlett Letter
The Great Gatsby
Wuthering Heights
Return of the Naive
Crime and Punishment
Metamorphisis
Of Mice and Men
The Odyssey
A Tale of Two Cities
The Glass Managerie
Madame Bovary
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
The Call of The Wild
The Old Man and The Sea
The Red Badge of Courage
The Sound and The Fury
There Eyes Were Watching God
To Kill A Mockingbird
Uncle Toms Cabin
That's all I can think of. And it's a lot. There were years after highschool where I refused to pick up a book that would take more than just mear reading. But no I long for it. I am not going to jump right in and get War and Peace. But maybe it's time to visit some of the classic I missed.
Monday, July 28, 2008
What if's
For some reason today seemed to be the day of "what if's". Every where I turned someone was asking me a "what if". Well not every where I turn, but screw you, this is my blog and I will overexaggerate if I want.
What if your mom or dad read your blog?
-Well now wouldn't that be an interesting topic? First of all they would have to be savvy enough to understand blogging and find me. Second of all... well I guess it would make for interesting Sunday Dinner conversation. Honestly my parents love me, no matter what. Even if I am not the god-fearing-church-going girl they may wish I was. They don't care as long as I am happy and safe.
What if you never quit being friends with her?
-I am still friends with her, just not like we use to be. And I'm okay with that, all of the time. There were months where I worried and wondered, then I realized. "Hey, look at me, I'm doing great". And who gives a shit about the rest of it. Plus maybe I wouldn't have met the BFF, and that would be the real travesty.
What if you never met the BFF?
-I'd never know what I was missing, I'd still be in that hole. And thank god I do know what I'd be missing. Seriously. I can't even explain it. We just mesh, all the time. Even when he is an asshole and I am a bitch. Wait.. maybe that is why we mesh.
What if you never got married?
-Who knows? God what's with all the questions? Belive me, I'd take back getting married if I could. I'd take back the one fateful night where I made the decision to throw caution into the wind. I would take it all back and trade it for not having to live through what I did, I'd be insane not to (shut up peanut gallery). That all being said, I am a better person for it. I have learned and lived and loved and survived. The biggest part of that being I survived. I am a better person now. I am me, I wouldn't change that for the world.
What if you never met the BF?
-I'd probably still be settling and making mistakes. I wouldn't be able to appreciate how beautiful I am or how great I can be in a healthy wonderful relationship. I won't say I wouldn't be happy, because I would be, I just wouldn't be the happy I am now. I wouldn't be a lot of things, but I would still be me. He doesn't make me who I am, he doesn't complete who I am, he lets me be who I am which is why I love him. Compliment people, compliment not complete. If you can grasp that concept you will understand it all.
What if you didn't have brown eyes?
-I guess I'd have to find a new blog name now wouldn't I. Then I'd have a different titled blog that no one read.
Enough with the "what if's". I don't live my life for what could be. I live my life for what it is.
What if your mom or dad read your blog?
-Well now wouldn't that be an interesting topic? First of all they would have to be savvy enough to understand blogging and find me. Second of all... well I guess it would make for interesting Sunday Dinner conversation. Honestly my parents love me, no matter what. Even if I am not the god-fearing-church-going girl they may wish I was. They don't care as long as I am happy and safe.
What if you never quit being friends with her?
-I am still friends with her, just not like we use to be. And I'm okay with that, all of the time. There were months where I worried and wondered, then I realized. "Hey, look at me, I'm doing great". And who gives a shit about the rest of it. Plus maybe I wouldn't have met the BFF, and that would be the real travesty.
What if you never met the BFF?
-I'd never know what I was missing, I'd still be in that hole. And thank god I do know what I'd be missing. Seriously. I can't even explain it. We just mesh, all the time. Even when he is an asshole and I am a bitch. Wait.. maybe that is why we mesh.
What if you never got married?
-Who knows? God what's with all the questions? Belive me, I'd take back getting married if I could. I'd take back the one fateful night where I made the decision to throw caution into the wind. I would take it all back and trade it for not having to live through what I did, I'd be insane not to (shut up peanut gallery). That all being said, I am a better person for it. I have learned and lived and loved and survived. The biggest part of that being I survived. I am a better person now. I am me, I wouldn't change that for the world.
What if you never met the BF?
-I'd probably still be settling and making mistakes. I wouldn't be able to appreciate how beautiful I am or how great I can be in a healthy wonderful relationship. I won't say I wouldn't be happy, because I would be, I just wouldn't be the happy I am now. I wouldn't be a lot of things, but I would still be me. He doesn't make me who I am, he doesn't complete who I am, he lets me be who I am which is why I love him. Compliment people, compliment not complete. If you can grasp that concept you will understand it all.
What if you didn't have brown eyes?
-I guess I'd have to find a new blog name now wouldn't I. Then I'd have a different titled blog that no one read.
Enough with the "what if's". I don't live my life for what could be. I live my life for what it is.
When things change
A little history is needed, or maybe it isn't needed but I will provide it none the less.
I forced myself to be celibate on two seperate occassions. The first time was after I left my ex husband and lasted for just under a year. I felt that it would have been far to easy for me to jump into bed and ignore some of the problems I had.
The second bout was forced a few months after the first session ended. Because I learned that while I had remained celibate for almost a year I had done nothing to deal with my issues and fears in regards to relationships and sex.
I am not sure if I had really dealt with my relationship issues. And maybe I didn't really have any I just was waiting for the right person (enter the wonderful BF).
During the forced celibacy I managed to deal with some of the issues I can thank my ex-husband for. I have never really openly discussed all of the problems and maybe at some time I will be able to. But this forced period of time helped me understand very important things.
So how is it that I was able to go so long with out sex and be okay and now the idea of going without it for more then a few days cause strife?
It could be that now I have wonderful sex with the BF.
It could be that what we don't have we don't want.
Who knows.
But when I have to go with out it because I am traveling or whatever... I hate it. And I think about it constantly because I know I am not going to have it.
Hopefully this doesn't make it sound like my relationship is only about sex, because it isn't. Far from it. Which is maybe what makes the sex so much better.
I forced myself to be celibate on two seperate occassions. The first time was after I left my ex husband and lasted for just under a year. I felt that it would have been far to easy for me to jump into bed and ignore some of the problems I had.
The second bout was forced a few months after the first session ended. Because I learned that while I had remained celibate for almost a year I had done nothing to deal with my issues and fears in regards to relationships and sex.
I am not sure if I had really dealt with my relationship issues. And maybe I didn't really have any I just was waiting for the right person (enter the wonderful BF).
During the forced celibacy I managed to deal with some of the issues I can thank my ex-husband for. I have never really openly discussed all of the problems and maybe at some time I will be able to. But this forced period of time helped me understand very important things.
So how is it that I was able to go so long with out sex and be okay and now the idea of going without it for more then a few days cause strife?
It could be that now I have wonderful sex with the BF.
It could be that what we don't have we don't want.
Who knows.
But when I have to go with out it because I am traveling or whatever... I hate it. And I think about it constantly because I know I am not going to have it.
Hopefully this doesn't make it sound like my relationship is only about sex, because it isn't. Far from it. Which is maybe what makes the sex so much better.
My **Insert title here** is better then yours
Seriously.
On Saturday the BF came over to help my father rebuild the gate for my sister's fence. Yes. My BF helped build the fence for my sister's house. Not my house. My sister's house. Just saying. It was my father and my BF, that is all. There is something hidden there. He spent five hours in the HOT ASS sun working. He didn't have to but he did. Best BF ever.
Yesterday I went to pick up the BFF from the airport. Lucky for me it was earlier then normal and no delays. Woot Woot. So there I am sitting the the park and wait. I turn off my car as there are signs all over that say no engine idling. What I don't notice is that my lights are on. I have my radio on but hey, no big deal. The BFF calls and says that he has got his bags. I go to turn the key and "click click click". Nothing. Mother fucker. So I call the BFF and cry to him. He then takes off and walks from the terminal to my car in the rain, carrying luggage. It ended up being the battery. Best thing ever? As he is getting ready to check under the car (looking for the starter at this point) he says to me "This shirt cost me $35 dollars".
On Saturday the BF came over to help my father rebuild the gate for my sister's fence. Yes. My BF helped build the fence for my sister's house. Not my house. My sister's house. Just saying. It was my father and my BF, that is all. There is something hidden there. He spent five hours in the HOT ASS sun working. He didn't have to but he did. Best BF ever.
Yesterday I went to pick up the BFF from the airport. Lucky for me it was earlier then normal and no delays. Woot Woot. So there I am sitting the the park and wait. I turn off my car as there are signs all over that say no engine idling. What I don't notice is that my lights are on. I have my radio on but hey, no big deal. The BFF calls and says that he has got his bags. I go to turn the key and "click click click". Nothing. Mother fucker. So I call the BFF and cry to him. He then takes off and walks from the terminal to my car in the rain, carrying luggage. It ended up being the battery. Best thing ever? As he is getting ready to check under the car (looking for the starter at this point) he says to me "This shirt cost me $35 dollars".
Monday, July 21, 2008
There's no place like home
And where is home? If you were to take the time spent in places I've lived, Utah would win. Utah would be home. If you were to make the decision based on where my family is, Utah would win. Utah would be home.
So why doesn't it feel like home? When it is so obviously home?
Everytime I travel back to the midwest, that is when i feel home. It is the weirdest thing. All my immediate family is her, the man I love, my friends... but when I set foot in the midwest, I am taken back by home it just speaks to me.
The humidity is hell, the weather is a mess.... but it just feels right.
I wonder if anyone else from there feels the same.
So why doesn't it feel like home? When it is so obviously home?
Everytime I travel back to the midwest, that is when i feel home. It is the weirdest thing. All my immediate family is her, the man I love, my friends... but when I set foot in the midwest, I am taken back by home it just speaks to me.
The humidity is hell, the weather is a mess.... but it just feels right.
I wonder if anyone else from there feels the same.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
My eyes are brown I tell you!
It has been a long time since I felt a certain "Wasted Emotion" as I like to refer to it. I mean a very long time. I think, if I had to be exact, the last time I felt it was when I was barely twenty. I chalked it up to being young and unsure of myself. And I always had assumed I outgrew it.
Because I hadn't felt it since. No matter who I was with, I never felt it.
Yes, I am talking about the green-eyed monster. That little bitch of an emotion that really is wasted. Hate it. Detest It. Don't want it.
So why, all of a sudden, did it reappear. I just have gone these, oh, seven years assuming that I was above it. I would always tell people who were feeling it that they were being silly, being insecure. I mean you should completely trust your significant other if you have a stable relationship and if you trust them... well you shouldn't feel jealousy.
So lets dissect this, because it will be fun.
Do I trust my significant other? Yes. There is no doubt there. I trust him with my heart, which is more important than just trusting him with my life. I trust my doctor with my life. Anyways, off track.
So I trust him. I love him. I believe in us.
So why?
Because I learned something new. It isn't about trust. And maybe, just maybe, I was wrong this whole time. Maybe jealousy isn't a wasted emotion. Bear with me, I'm getting to the huge "AH HA" moment.
The last time I felt jealousy was with the last person I actually really cared about. I mean really cared about, not just pretended to care, not had to care. The difference between him and all the people in between is that I never really cared. I didn't even really care for my ex-husband, which is a different story for a different time.
And the current BF. Well... I care for him beyond what I had imagined was possible. I am not trying to say that MLo wasn't an important part of my life, and that I didn't care for him enough. I am just pointing out the difference, which might not be relevant.
But the big "AH HA"... jealousy isn't about a lack of trust. It is about loving someone so much and knowing that because you love them so much that someone else might see what you see. That someone else might find the same things you found. That someone else might find they want that to.
It isn't about not being secure, its about being so secure that you know how important it is.
So jealousy, you little green bitch, I got your cards now.
So how am I still above jealousy? I recognized it and moved on. I didn't cause a seen. In fact, I'd say he doesn't even know. Because I took the jealousy and filed it a way. I placed it in that area of my brain where I think about and move on.
Because I hadn't felt it since. No matter who I was with, I never felt it.
Yes, I am talking about the green-eyed monster. That little bitch of an emotion that really is wasted. Hate it. Detest It. Don't want it.
So why, all of a sudden, did it reappear. I just have gone these, oh, seven years assuming that I was above it. I would always tell people who were feeling it that they were being silly, being insecure. I mean you should completely trust your significant other if you have a stable relationship and if you trust them... well you shouldn't feel jealousy.
So lets dissect this, because it will be fun.
Do I trust my significant other? Yes. There is no doubt there. I trust him with my heart, which is more important than just trusting him with my life. I trust my doctor with my life. Anyways, off track.
So I trust him. I love him. I believe in us.
So why?
Because I learned something new. It isn't about trust. And maybe, just maybe, I was wrong this whole time. Maybe jealousy isn't a wasted emotion. Bear with me, I'm getting to the huge "AH HA" moment.
The last time I felt jealousy was with the last person I actually really cared about. I mean really cared about, not just pretended to care, not had to care. The difference between him and all the people in between is that I never really cared. I didn't even really care for my ex-husband, which is a different story for a different time.
And the current BF. Well... I care for him beyond what I had imagined was possible. I am not trying to say that MLo wasn't an important part of my life, and that I didn't care for him enough. I am just pointing out the difference, which might not be relevant.
But the big "AH HA"... jealousy isn't about a lack of trust. It is about loving someone so much and knowing that because you love them so much that someone else might see what you see. That someone else might find the same things you found. That someone else might find they want that to.
It isn't about not being secure, its about being so secure that you know how important it is.
So jealousy, you little green bitch, I got your cards now.
So how am I still above jealousy? I recognized it and moved on. I didn't cause a seen. In fact, I'd say he doesn't even know. Because I took the jealousy and filed it a way. I placed it in that area of my brain where I think about and move on.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Yeah I am That lucky
Saturday the BF and I decided to go meet my BFF and unrelated roomie at the Jazz Festival. As you know (or maybe you don't know, look at me...ASSuming) I am a huge support of the local arts community. Huge. I donate lots and lots of time. But... I was very irritated that at 8:30pm they wanted to charge us each $10 to get in. WHAT? I don't really care for Jazz music (ugh, that one Jazz musician I dated would love to hear that), it sounds nice and calm, but.... I don't feel much of a need to pay to listen to it. And.... we had what? 2 hours left?
Last year the BFF and I went to the Jazz Festival every night. That is where he introduced me to the unrelated roomie. So it was our anniversary of sorts. But... last year I could have sworn we didn't pay. I mean... I KNOW we didn't.*
But I paid anyways because I wanted to hang out with the BFF since we hadn't hung out in ages. The BF and I are getting off the bike when what do I see with my own eyes? My parents convertible wondering down the street looking, desperately, for a place to park. So I call out to them, we have a mini conversation and agree to meet up.
Yes. I just invited my parents to hang out with us. Why? Because they rock. Seriously ask anyone. I have the coolest parents ever. And my dad buys me booze, sometimes. But not if it is before noon.
*I later remembered that last year I had VIP passes, that's why BFF and I came every night. Silly.
Last year the BFF and I went to the Jazz Festival every night. That is where he introduced me to the unrelated roomie. So it was our anniversary of sorts. But... last year I could have sworn we didn't pay. I mean... I KNOW we didn't.*
But I paid anyways because I wanted to hang out with the BFF since we hadn't hung out in ages. The BF and I are getting off the bike when what do I see with my own eyes? My parents convertible wondering down the street looking, desperately, for a place to park. So I call out to them, we have a mini conversation and agree to meet up.
Yes. I just invited my parents to hang out with us. Why? Because they rock. Seriously ask anyone. I have the coolest parents ever. And my dad buys me booze, sometimes. But not if it is before noon.
*I later remembered that last year I had VIP passes, that's why BFF and I came every night. Silly.
Glancing Back
Two years ago I was a different person. I was in a horrible place in my life. I was running away from everything, hiding from demons, pretending I was okay. I lost my best friend. I won't take all the blame there, and I won't hold a grudge. I'd actually say that losing her friendship was the best thing for both of us. She was able to live her life like she wanted and I was finally forced to take a good look at mine.
And I also have to thank the place I was at for giving me my BFF. If I had been in a better place, or a worse place, would've things been different?
It's funny, looking back and seeing the way nature took its course. If we had both been in different places we likely would have fucked up what has turned out to be the best thing ever for both of us. Two people, at a crossroads in their life, thrown together. And what did we do? We grew. We complimented each other and allowed each other to move past the anger and pain towards the light.
How do you place a title on something as important as that?
You hear, often, that people believe that someone entered their life for a reason. And while I have mostly agreed I never had really felt that. Until my BFF. Throwing caution and reason into the wind gave me the person who allowed me to find myself again.
I wonder how much he knows about this, does he understand the importance he played in my life? It wasn't so much by the things he did or said (although he did and said very wonderful things) but it was just being there. He was the first person I allowed in after shutting so many people out. And he allowed me to finally understand what it would take to let other people in.
I can't completely thank him for my transformation, but I can thank him for unknowingly giving me hope to care again. Hope to love again. With out him I don't think I'd be able to give the person I love now as much as I do. With out him I probably would've settled for alone or settled for less than what I deserve.
The point of this is that closing yourself off seems like a wonderful idea, but in so many ways, opening yourself up is the answer.
And I also have to thank the place I was at for giving me my BFF. If I had been in a better place, or a worse place, would've things been different?
It's funny, looking back and seeing the way nature took its course. If we had both been in different places we likely would have fucked up what has turned out to be the best thing ever for both of us. Two people, at a crossroads in their life, thrown together. And what did we do? We grew. We complimented each other and allowed each other to move past the anger and pain towards the light.
How do you place a title on something as important as that?
You hear, often, that people believe that someone entered their life for a reason. And while I have mostly agreed I never had really felt that. Until my BFF. Throwing caution and reason into the wind gave me the person who allowed me to find myself again.
I wonder how much he knows about this, does he understand the importance he played in my life? It wasn't so much by the things he did or said (although he did and said very wonderful things) but it was just being there. He was the first person I allowed in after shutting so many people out. And he allowed me to finally understand what it would take to let other people in.
I can't completely thank him for my transformation, but I can thank him for unknowingly giving me hope to care again. Hope to love again. With out him I don't think I'd be able to give the person I love now as much as I do. With out him I probably would've settled for alone or settled for less than what I deserve.
The point of this is that closing yourself off seems like a wonderful idea, but in so many ways, opening yourself up is the answer.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Glad to met you
I am in the Denver Airport, and have been since about 2pm. I got done earlier then I expected and the airlines didn't feel like being nice to me. Even after I told them I use to be an agent.
So I am sitting in the one bar in this airport, next to a light so I can plug my laptop in, listening to the silly people around me. Thank god for Fat Tire.
101 Random Things About Me.
1. My mom was in labor for almost 13 hours. The doctor told her that if she didn't have me by midnight they would do a c-section. I was born at 11:58pm. So... I've been stubborn since birth.
2. I get the weirdest compliments from different beauty aide people. My hair stylist: You have strong hair, I love it. My waxer: you have perfect brow shape. My nail lady: God I love your nail beds.
3.I've never broken a bone.
4. But I bruised my tail bone bad in elementary school slipping off the fireman's pole.
5. And I've torn the ligaments in my right ankle three times.
6. And sprained the same ankle four times.
7. I'm a klutz and hate pain. Except for when it involves sports. Then I can tolerate almost any pain. Like the time I took a line drive, hit by a man, to the right of my shin. I went to the doctor because it was so swollen, he said half an inch to the left and I would have shattered the bone.
8. I once had second degree burns on the front of my body because I fell asleep on the beach (it was cloudy). I had to stay home from work for three days because my legs were so swollen. You can still see the tan line.
9.I am the least organized person I know but somehow I manage to know where everything is.
10. I inherited a deep Midwestern accent and occasionally it comes out. And my family laughs since none of them have it.
11. I can always fall asleep on the plane. No matter how tired or not tired I am. How bumpy the flight is. People hate me for it.
12. I can do the same thing in the car. I had to since we took very long (14 hour) car rides as children.
13. While my sister and I are very close, I hated her bratty ass when she was younger.
14. I have never played dumb to get the guy.
15. I was teachers pet in my math class. All three years. My old math teacher gave my brother extra credit for bringing me to see him.
16. I wasn't popular in high school, but everyone knew me.
17. I didn't start my love affair with heels until my early twenties.
18. I now own about 53 pairs of shoes.
19. My parents are the happiest married people I know.
20. It makes me happy. And gives me hope.
21. I hate fish. But use to love fish sticks as a kid. Now the smell of tartar sauce makes me wanna puke.
22. I also hate ketchup and mayo. So fry sauce is the devil.
23. I dip my fries in mustard.
24. I haven't had a bologna sandwich since I was 8.
26. My last name sounds very German, but my heritage is actually more Russian.
27. I have huge feet, size 10 (that's big for a girl).
28. My legs are longer than most people taller then me. My dad is close to 6'5" and I have legs that are just as long as his.
29. Those people that are really close to me, I have NO secrets from them. I tell them everything.
30. As much as I bitch about living in SLC, it is as much a home as it can be.
31. Every once in a while I long to go back to Nebraska. I don't know if I could ever live there again, but when I got back I wonder.
32. I have about 35 cousins. And no I am not morman.
33. I attended two elementary schools, four middle schools and two high schools.
34. I lived in Washington State for about 9 months (that is a long estimate).
35. Even though I grew up in humid climates I now hate humidity.
36. My hair has a natural wave and if I do it right it is almost a curl.
37. Speaking of hair. Mine comes in 80% gray. So I spend a lot of money on dying.
38. I have a permanent retainer on my lower teeth.
39. I wore braces for four years. Before I could get braces I had to have five teeth pulled.
40. Novocain has no effect on me. The dentist said it was pressure I was feeling. I screamed the whole time.
41. I haven't been to the dentist in years.
42. I have the best vision in my family.
43. I have had surgery to fix my sinus, to remove my nostrils and if things don't shaped up I might have to get shunts in my ears.
44. I go to church twice a year, Easter and Christmas.
45. I use to be very active in church, went every week, attended youth group.
46. Moving to SLC and dealing with the overly religious culture out here turned me off from all forms of religion.
47. I still do believe in god.
48. I only have a handful of freckles on my body. My mom is covered in them.
49. My ex husband passed out on the hotel room floor on our wedding night.
50. So I rented a porn. ;)
51. For years I swore off the idea of having children.
52. My mother begs for grandchildren. Although I am not as old as she was when she had me.
53. My dad wants grandchildren badly too.
54. I cry when I watch those Humane Society commercials. And I usually call and make a donation.
55. I have wicked aim when it comes to mace.
56. I have a deformed tooth. Instead of having the four prongs it has five.
57. I have properly hiding all but one of my tattoos from my father.
58. I hate my feet.
59. I love my eyes.
60. Sometimes I still pray.
61. I harbor no ill thoughts towards one of my exes, and most people can't understand why.
62. I am deathly afraid of moths.
63. Then spiders.
64. Then heights.
65. Sometimes I get anxious in elevators.
66. Which sucks since I have to ride one everyday at work.
67. For the first time in, well ever, I really love my job.
68. Traveling for work isn't glamorous. I am not sure why people think it is.
69. I hate people that gossip.
70. Sometimes I do.
71. I still hate the idea of "failing" my parents.
72. I hate the idea of failing myself more.
73. I am a much better person than I was five years ago.
74. And I can thank a specific person for that.
75. I think more like a male then a female.
76. I have a horrible temper. Luckily I can control it. Mostly.
77. I've been dating the same wonderful man for close to three months. We haven't had a real argument.
78. I love bananas. I could have one with every meal.
79. I LOVE Brussels sprouts.
80. I wont eat cooked carrots or celery.
81. I've never tried veal.
82. I tried duck for the first time this year.
83. I have the worst gag reflex of anyone I know.
84. My sisters gag reflex is almost as bad as mine.
85. I am a sympathy puker, the smell, sound or look of vomit will induce vomit.
86. I am also a sympathy cryer.
87. I am highly allergic to cats, but we have three.
88. I have a soft heart for animals in need. If I had more room I'd have more animals.
89. I don't really like popcorn.
90. I am the worlds worst speller.
91. I love everything about rain, the smell, the feel.... Rain makes me smile.
92. I never drink enough water
93. I am a daddy's girl.
94. I tell my mom almost everything.
95. I was named after the bionic woman.
96. The doctor swore I was a boy based on the heartbeat and things they used before ultrasounds. I was caught in a blue blanket.
97. I have never TP or egged a house. Though my house went through both multiple times.
98. I have never been in an accident.
99. I didn't get my first ticket until I was 26.
100. I thanked the Nebraska State Trooper after he was done.
101. Then I forgot about the ticket... for a year. Luckily the county in Nebraska didn't charge me more than the actual amount.
So I am sitting in the one bar in this airport, next to a light so I can plug my laptop in, listening to the silly people around me. Thank god for Fat Tire.
101 Random Things About Me.
1. My mom was in labor for almost 13 hours. The doctor told her that if she didn't have me by midnight they would do a c-section. I was born at 11:58pm. So... I've been stubborn since birth.
2. I get the weirdest compliments from different beauty aide people. My hair stylist: You have strong hair, I love it. My waxer: you have perfect brow shape. My nail lady: God I love your nail beds.
3.I've never broken a bone.
4. But I bruised my tail bone bad in elementary school slipping off the fireman's pole.
5. And I've torn the ligaments in my right ankle three times.
6. And sprained the same ankle four times.
7. I'm a klutz and hate pain. Except for when it involves sports. Then I can tolerate almost any pain. Like the time I took a line drive, hit by a man, to the right of my shin. I went to the doctor because it was so swollen, he said half an inch to the left and I would have shattered the bone.
8. I once had second degree burns on the front of my body because I fell asleep on the beach (it was cloudy). I had to stay home from work for three days because my legs were so swollen. You can still see the tan line.
9.I am the least organized person I know but somehow I manage to know where everything is.
10. I inherited a deep Midwestern accent and occasionally it comes out. And my family laughs since none of them have it.
11. I can always fall asleep on the plane. No matter how tired or not tired I am. How bumpy the flight is. People hate me for it.
12. I can do the same thing in the car. I had to since we took very long (14 hour) car rides as children.
13. While my sister and I are very close, I hated her bratty ass when she was younger.
14. I have never played dumb to get the guy.
15. I was teachers pet in my math class. All three years. My old math teacher gave my brother extra credit for bringing me to see him.
16. I wasn't popular in high school, but everyone knew me.
17. I didn't start my love affair with heels until my early twenties.
18. I now own about 53 pairs of shoes.
19. My parents are the happiest married people I know.
20. It makes me happy. And gives me hope.
21. I hate fish. But use to love fish sticks as a kid. Now the smell of tartar sauce makes me wanna puke.
22. I also hate ketchup and mayo. So fry sauce is the devil.
23. I dip my fries in mustard.
24. I haven't had a bologna sandwich since I was 8.
26. My last name sounds very German, but my heritage is actually more Russian.
27. I have huge feet, size 10 (that's big for a girl).
28. My legs are longer than most people taller then me. My dad is close to 6'5" and I have legs that are just as long as his.
29. Those people that are really close to me, I have NO secrets from them. I tell them everything.
30. As much as I bitch about living in SLC, it is as much a home as it can be.
31. Every once in a while I long to go back to Nebraska. I don't know if I could ever live there again, but when I got back I wonder.
32. I have about 35 cousins. And no I am not morman.
33. I attended two elementary schools, four middle schools and two high schools.
34. I lived in Washington State for about 9 months (that is a long estimate).
35. Even though I grew up in humid climates I now hate humidity.
36. My hair has a natural wave and if I do it right it is almost a curl.
37. Speaking of hair. Mine comes in 80% gray. So I spend a lot of money on dying.
38. I have a permanent retainer on my lower teeth.
39. I wore braces for four years. Before I could get braces I had to have five teeth pulled.
40. Novocain has no effect on me. The dentist said it was pressure I was feeling. I screamed the whole time.
41. I haven't been to the dentist in years.
42. I have the best vision in my family.
43. I have had surgery to fix my sinus, to remove my nostrils and if things don't shaped up I might have to get shunts in my ears.
44. I go to church twice a year, Easter and Christmas.
45. I use to be very active in church, went every week, attended youth group.
46. Moving to SLC and dealing with the overly religious culture out here turned me off from all forms of religion.
47. I still do believe in god.
48. I only have a handful of freckles on my body. My mom is covered in them.
49. My ex husband passed out on the hotel room floor on our wedding night.
50. So I rented a porn. ;)
51. For years I swore off the idea of having children.
52. My mother begs for grandchildren. Although I am not as old as she was when she had me.
53. My dad wants grandchildren badly too.
54. I cry when I watch those Humane Society commercials. And I usually call and make a donation.
55. I have wicked aim when it comes to mace.
56. I have a deformed tooth. Instead of having the four prongs it has five.
57. I have properly hiding all but one of my tattoos from my father.
58. I hate my feet.
59. I love my eyes.
60. Sometimes I still pray.
61. I harbor no ill thoughts towards one of my exes, and most people can't understand why.
62. I am deathly afraid of moths.
63. Then spiders.
64. Then heights.
65. Sometimes I get anxious in elevators.
66. Which sucks since I have to ride one everyday at work.
67. For the first time in, well ever, I really love my job.
68. Traveling for work isn't glamorous. I am not sure why people think it is.
69. I hate people that gossip.
70. Sometimes I do.
71. I still hate the idea of "failing" my parents.
72. I hate the idea of failing myself more.
73. I am a much better person than I was five years ago.
74. And I can thank a specific person for that.
75. I think more like a male then a female.
76. I have a horrible temper. Luckily I can control it. Mostly.
77. I've been dating the same wonderful man for close to three months. We haven't had a real argument.
78. I love bananas. I could have one with every meal.
79. I LOVE Brussels sprouts.
80. I wont eat cooked carrots or celery.
81. I've never tried veal.
82. I tried duck for the first time this year.
83. I have the worst gag reflex of anyone I know.
84. My sisters gag reflex is almost as bad as mine.
85. I am a sympathy puker, the smell, sound or look of vomit will induce vomit.
86. I am also a sympathy cryer.
87. I am highly allergic to cats, but we have three.
88. I have a soft heart for animals in need. If I had more room I'd have more animals.
89. I don't really like popcorn.
90. I am the worlds worst speller.
91. I love everything about rain, the smell, the feel.... Rain makes me smile.
92. I never drink enough water
93. I am a daddy's girl.
94. I tell my mom almost everything.
95. I was named after the bionic woman.
96. The doctor swore I was a boy based on the heartbeat and things they used before ultrasounds. I was caught in a blue blanket.
97. I have never TP or egged a house. Though my house went through both multiple times.
98. I have never been in an accident.
99. I didn't get my first ticket until I was 26.
100. I thanked the Nebraska State Trooper after he was done.
101. Then I forgot about the ticket... for a year. Luckily the county in Nebraska didn't charge me more than the actual amount.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
LIfe on the road
I am addicted to scratch lotto tickets. This is what living in Utah has done to me. I get to a state that allows this dirty wonder and I go insane. Especially the bingo and crossword ones. Dear god, help me. Oh well, they are at least fun.
And why is it that all hotels have the same hotel smell? This, to me, is comforting and weird at the same time. Do hotels all get together and decide what smell must haunt their hallways? And what is the smell? Is it the smell of thousands of bodies coming in and out of the doors?
Who knows. But it is always the same. Regardless of the city and regardless of the chain.
And I am driving a mid-90's baby blue crown vic. It's... well its what it is.
Okay, I am off to the gas station to turn in my tickets.... and likely get more.
And why is it that all hotels have the same hotel smell? This, to me, is comforting and weird at the same time. Do hotels all get together and decide what smell must haunt their hallways? And what is the smell? Is it the smell of thousands of bodies coming in and out of the doors?
Who knows. But it is always the same. Regardless of the city and regardless of the chain.
And I am driving a mid-90's baby blue crown vic. It's... well its what it is.
Okay, I am off to the gas station to turn in my tickets.... and likely get more.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Happily Ever... Something
Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, five princesses got together for drinks. It wasn't often, with duties of their kingdoms, that the beautiful and fair princesses were able to get together. With home and husband, the princesses had busy schedules.
As it always is with beautiful princesses, the discussion lead to that of the bedroom.
One princess exclaimed "before I married the prince we went out and had a good time"
Another princesses agreed and added "before I married the prince he sent me flowers all the time"
The third princess said "before I married the prince we had romance, he'd light candles and undress me"
The fourth princess exclaimed "before I married the prince we made love and didn't just have sex.
The fifth princess stayed silent listening to all her married princess friends.
The moral of this not-so-fairy-tale is that sometimes people forget all of the small things that add up to the meaning of it all.
When people get caught up in the day to day grind that is being a couple or being a family, certain things get pushed aside.
Why is it that men (in general, not in every circumstance) forget those small things? The princesses continued to debate the question as fruity drinks were replenished. A wise queen would advise that the prince was wooing the princess, making the best of all he had to offer. Once the princess had fallen for him and invested her heart and body the prince no longer would feel the need to continue the wooing.
But is it always this way? Aren't there the princesses that will tell you that life can always be this way. That marrying the prince isn't the end to the beauty that was dating?
Dating is always and will always be a game. We are all setting ourselves up to be the best we can be, call it survival of the fittest for dating. If the person we are pursuing doesn't see us as the "perfect catch" why will they continue to chase?
A princess mentioned "I've tried to keep it alive" but she felt she had failed. No matter how many lacy ensembles or candles she lit, her prince wasn't interested in romance.
Some would argue that it is genetic. Sex is really, when you strip it bare, instinctual. We pick a mate that will produce what we consider to be suitable offspring. So once the wooing has taken place and the prize has been captured, it no longer really is about making love but making life.
So what did the fifth princess learn?
Leave the dumb bastard. Don't settle for less then what you deem best.
As it always is with beautiful princesses, the discussion lead to that of the bedroom.
One princess exclaimed "before I married the prince we went out and had a good time"
Another princesses agreed and added "before I married the prince he sent me flowers all the time"
The third princess said "before I married the prince we had romance, he'd light candles and undress me"
The fourth princess exclaimed "before I married the prince we made love and didn't just have sex.
The fifth princess stayed silent listening to all her married princess friends.
The moral of this not-so-fairy-tale is that sometimes people forget all of the small things that add up to the meaning of it all.
When people get caught up in the day to day grind that is being a couple or being a family, certain things get pushed aside.
Why is it that men (in general, not in every circumstance) forget those small things? The princesses continued to debate the question as fruity drinks were replenished. A wise queen would advise that the prince was wooing the princess, making the best of all he had to offer. Once the princess had fallen for him and invested her heart and body the prince no longer would feel the need to continue the wooing.
But is it always this way? Aren't there the princesses that will tell you that life can always be this way. That marrying the prince isn't the end to the beauty that was dating?
Dating is always and will always be a game. We are all setting ourselves up to be the best we can be, call it survival of the fittest for dating. If the person we are pursuing doesn't see us as the "perfect catch" why will they continue to chase?
A princess mentioned "I've tried to keep it alive" but she felt she had failed. No matter how many lacy ensembles or candles she lit, her prince wasn't interested in romance.
Some would argue that it is genetic. Sex is really, when you strip it bare, instinctual. We pick a mate that will produce what we consider to be suitable offspring. So once the wooing has taken place and the prize has been captured, it no longer really is about making love but making life.
So what did the fifth princess learn?
Leave the dumb bastard. Don't settle for less then what you deem best.
Bank Error in your favor, collect $200
I love my bank. They pay me interest on my checking account and pay me a % back on my check card.
Today I was bored so I thought I'd see where the rewards balance was. I usually wait and redeem it once a year and go have fun with it. I make a point to pay as much as I can with my checkcard so I can get these rewards.
Your Reward Balance : $2.24.
Hmmm... after a year I usually have something like $40. Interesting.
So I decide to call
Agent: Well we changed that program in August of 2008, now it's only on selected retailers online.
me: August of 08?
Agent: Yes.
Me: So today is July 7th of 08.
Agent: "Yes ma'am".
Me: snicker snicker "Okay, well I'd like to thank you for letting me know the program changed, I really appreciate your due diligence in educating customers about program changes".
Agent: "Um, well, Um"
Me: "Um, good bye.
The worst part, she still didn't get that she had the date wrong. Silly!
Grrr... no free pair of shoes for me. Maybe I will sign up for the Harley card. Then I might get a chance to win a Harley.
Today I was bored so I thought I'd see where the rewards balance was. I usually wait and redeem it once a year and go have fun with it. I make a point to pay as much as I can with my checkcard so I can get these rewards.
Your Reward Balance : $2.24.
Hmmm... after a year I usually have something like $40. Interesting.
So I decide to call
Agent: Well we changed that program in August of 2008, now it's only on selected retailers online.
me: August of 08?
Agent: Yes.
Me: So today is July 7th of 08.
Agent: "Yes ma'am".
Me: snicker snicker "Okay, well I'd like to thank you for letting me know the program changed, I really appreciate your due diligence in educating customers about program changes".
Agent: "Um, well, Um"
Me: "Um, good bye.
The worst part, she still didn't get that she had the date wrong. Silly!
Grrr... no free pair of shoes for me. Maybe I will sign up for the Harley card. Then I might get a chance to win a Harley.
I am not looking forward to the next two weeks. Now that we finally hired an administrative assistant I am able to really focus on my job. Which means I get to travel. Alot. But not fun travel. I don't get to go to real cool places. Nope. This week it is to Garden City, KS. Where is that? Good question, I'll let you know when I get there. Next week I get to conduct a minor tour of Iowa. Which sounds just about as exciting as watching mold grow on cheese. The good thing about next week is that I am going to extend my trip and visit my grandparents.
I hate driving by myself. I get bored quite easily, and now that I am an exsmoker.... there is nothing to pass the time. So I went to the library and checked out a number of books on cd. I may have went a little wild. I have about 72 hours of books. But at least I will be entertained.
Oh I love when people call me at work and as this "what are you doing".
Really? Seriously? What do you think I am doing?
The answer is writing a silly blog.
I hate driving by myself. I get bored quite easily, and now that I am an exsmoker.... there is nothing to pass the time. So I went to the library and checked out a number of books on cd. I may have went a little wild. I have about 72 hours of books. But at least I will be entertained.
Oh I love when people call me at work and as this "what are you doing".
Really? Seriously? What do you think I am doing?
The answer is writing a silly blog.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Funniest Thing Ever
Well not the first part. The first part is a side story. And I have just noticed that the "a" on my keyboard is on vacation.
Today at 10:30am I called in a refill on my prescription. I called it in so I could pull through the drive-thru on my lunch and pick it up. Seems to make adequate sense to me. So at 12:30 I pull through. "Um, you will need to come back in twenty minutes". Now if I had pulled through asking for my prescription to be refilled, I would have had no problem, but I had called it in, two hours ago. They had told me it would be ready in an hour. "Um, I called that in two hours ago". She stood there, dumbfounded looking at my through the window. "Well our wait is an hour, so come back in twenty". To which I hissed and drove off. Someone should teach her how to tell time.
So at 2:30 I go back. "Do you have insurance?" (Same dim-whit). "Um, yes". What is this? Do I have insurance? I am pretty sure that when they pull my account up they see that. "Okay your total is $166.45". "WHAT? It has always been $40". Again with the dumbfounded look. "Well it is a three month supply" Apparently she thought I meant it was $40 each month filled. Now someone needs to teach her math. "Right, and it is always $40. TOTAL". "OH" Of course dumbfounded look. "Well the price went up". Hmmm.. this is interesting. "Why is that?" I mean seriously do I have to ask for a detail description? "Because there is a generic". Oh okay. "Um, then fill the generic" "Okay, that will be twenty minutes". Violence. I wanted to be violent. The thing is I know that my insurance makes them fill a generic. So instead of just doing that they were going to charge me the full cost. Seriously, who doesn't get the generic?
The good part? Now my prescription is $10!
Now on to funniest thing ever.
I was at lunch with some lady friends and we got on the topic of faces and noises made by males during the final act. Now I imagine that we woman make just as funny of faces, but I can't see my face, well unless that mirror is pulled out. ;)
So we all tried to recreate the faces and noises made by partners we have had. I win with the "EEEE EEEE EEEE EEEE EEEE" noise made by one guy. Now say that short of breath and high pitched (like a school girl). When all of the girls were in tears with my rendition I followed with "thank god he couldn't see my face".
Today at 10:30am I called in a refill on my prescription. I called it in so I could pull through the drive-thru on my lunch and pick it up. Seems to make adequate sense to me. So at 12:30 I pull through. "Um, you will need to come back in twenty minutes". Now if I had pulled through asking for my prescription to be refilled, I would have had no problem, but I had called it in, two hours ago. They had told me it would be ready in an hour. "Um, I called that in two hours ago". She stood there, dumbfounded looking at my through the window. "Well our wait is an hour, so come back in twenty". To which I hissed and drove off. Someone should teach her how to tell time.
So at 2:30 I go back. "Do you have insurance?" (Same dim-whit). "Um, yes". What is this? Do I have insurance? I am pretty sure that when they pull my account up they see that. "Okay your total is $166.45". "WHAT? It has always been $40". Again with the dumbfounded look. "Well it is a three month supply" Apparently she thought I meant it was $40 each month filled. Now someone needs to teach her math. "Right, and it is always $40. TOTAL". "OH" Of course dumbfounded look. "Well the price went up". Hmmm.. this is interesting. "Why is that?" I mean seriously do I have to ask for a detail description? "Because there is a generic". Oh okay. "Um, then fill the generic" "Okay, that will be twenty minutes". Violence. I wanted to be violent. The thing is I know that my insurance makes them fill a generic. So instead of just doing that they were going to charge me the full cost. Seriously, who doesn't get the generic?
The good part? Now my prescription is $10!
Now on to funniest thing ever.
I was at lunch with some lady friends and we got on the topic of faces and noises made by males during the final act. Now I imagine that we woman make just as funny of faces, but I can't see my face, well unless that mirror is pulled out. ;)
So we all tried to recreate the faces and noises made by partners we have had. I win with the "EEEE EEEE EEEE EEEE EEEE" noise made by one guy. Now say that short of breath and high pitched (like a school girl). When all of the girls were in tears with my rendition I followed with "thank god he couldn't see my face".
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
My Favorite Place
Ahhh, the deliciousness that is Beans and Brew. Nothing is better than sitting here attempting to be productive and do homework while sipping delicious coffee.
I walked in and heard this "LINDSEY, I haven't seen you in forever".
Sad you say? Nah. They give me free pastries. Like I need them.
What sucks is when someone you don't want to see walks in. Maybe that is why I was avoiding the place.
I walked in and heard this "LINDSEY, I haven't seen you in forever".
Sad you say? Nah. They give me free pastries. Like I need them.
What sucks is when someone you don't want to see walks in. Maybe that is why I was avoiding the place.
Ewww Girls
I hate being a girl. This is not what the blog is all about, just a small part of it. And I want to hear no noise from the peanut gallery about how boys have it hard too. No you don't. And using boners for a reason is not valid. I will respond by saying once a week, once a month. That beats your boner any day.
Last week a local news station posted a story on a woman arrested. Now I have complained before about the fucktards I find on there but I can't seem to stay away. I know, deep down inside, that no matter what intelligence I try to share, people are going to stay in their Utah Shells and live life how they feel fit. Great for them. Live in the bubble, be unaware, more power to ya.
But then I saw this comment:
"Woman are not angels and I blame a lot of societies ills on women. It was women who decided to leave their families, their children in the care of strangers to raise while they go to "work" to make money. It is women who jump in the sack with any man without requiring even a single iota of commitment from the men thus producing a generation of fatherless lunk heads. Women have control over the men. They think they don't. They've been led to believe that the men are controlling and oppressing the women but it is the women that control the men. If a woman wouldn't hop in the sack with some dude on a first date or shack up like an un paid [removed], but would actually require the man to be a man and act like a man and be committed to her through marriage, maybe our society would be different.
I don't worship women. I love women but I don't worship them as our society does. Women have a lot to answer for in regards to the woes of our society and people. Men do to but I think when it comes down to the demise of the family the culpability rests right on the shoulders of our women."
And I could literally feel my blood boiling. How dare he! I mean fucktard, what the fuck? So of course I had to respond:
"Let's blame it all on women. I mean we have been taught that since we were little. Eve gave Adam the apple, original sin was the woman's fault.
In your opinion woman are good only when they stay home and raise families having nothing in life other than what their husband gives them? So how is that control? Feminization has not led to the unmoral society that we live in (which I won't argue). The fault lies with both parents, parents that are more interested in being liked by their children then being parents. I thank god that my parents had more sense. Fathers that don't care and allow the woman to do all the parenting are just as much a problem as having no father at all, sometimes even worse, especially when it comes to raising girls.
But to push blame on woman for wanting something more to life then tidying the home and caring for children is ill-based.
Men are allowed to do it all but woman must stay home and be perfect? This ideal is the reason that woman revolted. If you, as a man, feel that there is such a huge need for someone to stay home with the kids, then do it yourself. Just because society use to believe that woman had to remain home and "mother" or because religion teaches us from an early age the "place" of a woman, does not make it right."
But that can't be the end of it. Nope. He responds:
"I can tell that you are an angry woman, tormented in your mind spewed forth by the lies of feminists. You've lost your true identity of what a woman should be. Read my response to Mrs. Sparkles and tell me you still disagree with me.
By the way, I do agree with most of your post. Men, are just as culpable as women. However, I don't worship women. They have just as much blame as do the men. I don't subject myself to the feminist belief that men are evil and women are perfect.
Your anger is very disturbing. Why so angry?"
Ugh, yes I was angry. Anyone that disagrees with his "gospel" must be angry.
"More like annoyed of your oppressive views. Lies of feminists? What lies? Lies that we are equal to men, that we deserve the same rights as they have, the same opportunities that they have, the same pay that they have? Those lies... yes I believe every last bit of them.
I am annoyed that you believe that woman's functionality in life stems from staying at home while the husband goes out and does as he wants.
A man is just responsible as a woman for his actions, in every sense. You seem to be the angry one sir, directing your scorn towards woman and blaming them for society's failure.
I am annoyed that you seem to feel that daycare is such a horrid experience for children. I have seen the exact opposite happen. Mothers that have four or five kids are just as likely to not be able to provide the educational and social environment that is best suited for children. Too many stay at home mothers sit their kids in front of the TV while they do nothing.
My annoyance is direct at the idea that woman are at fault because of their desire to be seen as more than just slaves to a man."
Anyways. The sad thing is... people believe and agree with him. It sickens me. Feminism is not about anything other than equality, well at least true innocent feminism. I am sick and tired of men feeling like they are losing out because woman want the same opportunities. It's like this radio host I was listening to that was saying that because schools are trying to help teach girls math and science that society is crumbling. He believed that women being educated is what is dooming our generation? WTF?
Oh right, the only good society is one where woman stay home, barefoot and pregnant, catering to their "mans" every desire. Ewww, I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Last week a local news station posted a story on a woman arrested. Now I have complained before about the fucktards I find on there but I can't seem to stay away. I know, deep down inside, that no matter what intelligence I try to share, people are going to stay in their Utah Shells and live life how they feel fit. Great for them. Live in the bubble, be unaware, more power to ya.
But then I saw this comment:
"Woman are not angels and I blame a lot of societies ills on women. It was women who decided to leave their families, their children in the care of strangers to raise while they go to "work" to make money. It is women who jump in the sack with any man without requiring even a single iota of commitment from the men thus producing a generation of fatherless lunk heads. Women have control over the men. They think they don't. They've been led to believe that the men are controlling and oppressing the women but it is the women that control the men. If a woman wouldn't hop in the sack with some dude on a first date or shack up like an un paid [removed], but would actually require the man to be a man and act like a man and be committed to her through marriage, maybe our society would be different.
I don't worship women. I love women but I don't worship them as our society does. Women have a lot to answer for in regards to the woes of our society and people. Men do to but I think when it comes down to the demise of the family the culpability rests right on the shoulders of our women."
And I could literally feel my blood boiling. How dare he! I mean fucktard, what the fuck? So of course I had to respond:
"Let's blame it all on women. I mean we have been taught that since we were little. Eve gave Adam the apple, original sin was the woman's fault.
In your opinion woman are good only when they stay home and raise families having nothing in life other than what their husband gives them? So how is that control? Feminization has not led to the unmoral society that we live in (which I won't argue). The fault lies with both parents, parents that are more interested in being liked by their children then being parents. I thank god that my parents had more sense. Fathers that don't care and allow the woman to do all the parenting are just as much a problem as having no father at all, sometimes even worse, especially when it comes to raising girls.
But to push blame on woman for wanting something more to life then tidying the home and caring for children is ill-based.
Men are allowed to do it all but woman must stay home and be perfect? This ideal is the reason that woman revolted. If you, as a man, feel that there is such a huge need for someone to stay home with the kids, then do it yourself. Just because society use to believe that woman had to remain home and "mother" or because religion teaches us from an early age the "place" of a woman, does not make it right."
But that can't be the end of it. Nope. He responds:
"I can tell that you are an angry woman, tormented in your mind spewed forth by the lies of feminists. You've lost your true identity of what a woman should be. Read my response to Mrs. Sparkles and tell me you still disagree with me.
By the way, I do agree with most of your post. Men, are just as culpable as women. However, I don't worship women. They have just as much blame as do the men. I don't subject myself to the feminist belief that men are evil and women are perfect.
Your anger is very disturbing. Why so angry?"
Ugh, yes I was angry. Anyone that disagrees with his "gospel" must be angry.
"More like annoyed of your oppressive views. Lies of feminists? What lies? Lies that we are equal to men, that we deserve the same rights as they have, the same opportunities that they have, the same pay that they have? Those lies... yes I believe every last bit of them.
I am annoyed that you believe that woman's functionality in life stems from staying at home while the husband goes out and does as he wants.
A man is just responsible as a woman for his actions, in every sense. You seem to be the angry one sir, directing your scorn towards woman and blaming them for society's failure.
I am annoyed that you seem to feel that daycare is such a horrid experience for children. I have seen the exact opposite happen. Mothers that have four or five kids are just as likely to not be able to provide the educational and social environment that is best suited for children. Too many stay at home mothers sit their kids in front of the TV while they do nothing.
My annoyance is direct at the idea that woman are at fault because of their desire to be seen as more than just slaves to a man."
Anyways. The sad thing is... people believe and agree with him. It sickens me. Feminism is not about anything other than equality, well at least true innocent feminism. I am sick and tired of men feeling like they are losing out because woman want the same opportunities. It's like this radio host I was listening to that was saying that because schools are trying to help teach girls math and science that society is crumbling. He believed that women being educated is what is dooming our generation? WTF?
Oh right, the only good society is one where woman stay home, barefoot and pregnant, catering to their "mans" every desire. Ewww, I just threw up a little in my mouth.
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