So the question on my mind today, more of less over the weekend as well. What happened to our society?
I've been watching for months and months hoping that a change will arise to fix what is obviously damaged we're almost to a point
of non-repair. Some of you I imagine are wonder what am I talking about, that rock your under is pretty large if you can't see what’s
so obvious around you.
Where should I start? I guess with men and women.
We all remember the 80's if you don't that’s cool you can catch up, just watch 16 candles or fast times at ridgemont high.
Sex was all the rage, something we failed to learn from and it took time to control. Something that has evolved far beyond
what we were prepared for. We went from gentle conversations between friends to everything being dropped on to facebook and other social media sites. Everyone remembers the first time, and what we learned from it, most likely heart break and sadness.
Now and days men don't work nearly as hard to get what they want and women everywhere are learning hard lessons and moving forward.
I say men, but most "men" are just boys who in this day and age get whatever they want in an instant. If they don't want to meet a woman
and work hard all they do is go online and chat with porn actresses online or just watch porn in general.
Men stopped being men a while ago, the internet has made it easier for them no hard work when you can call a number and find a mate or search craigslist and make an appointment for blow-jobs. Leaving those of us woman who work for a living and have no interest in being used for a one night stand, for lack of a word alone.
Lately numbers have come out that women are now the bread winners of the family, the GOP says that it’s the reason our society is falling apart and why our children are suffering.
It's one thing to say family's suffer in general do to the recent changes in society, the internet etc. but blaming woman is a whole other thing.
We didn't plan on this we have dreams like men, and because of the recent fall of chivalry there are more single mothers, rape culture has gotten out of control and to be honest there's no money anymore. Before men can blame women for all of this let me point
something out.
The unregulated capitalist companies that are raking in 400 to 500 billion a year, are not pushing the money back into the economy. If they were, there would be a stay at home parent handling business. Also since were on this look around at the general status of men.
Most of them just ignore us and use the internet to replace us; while some women end up on the heart broken end of the stick other women have reduced themselves to being the person they sleep with just to get some things that they want. We've created a generation of I want kids, where the older generation in the 20's like myself get married in hopes to keep a man only to realize we had done it far too quick and either gets divorced leaving a scar, or just live in misery hoping that eventually the issue will resolve itself.
In a crowd of unhappy people I sit and watch. The instant gratification that was supposed to create something new and amazing, has only created slaves to capitalism, women who have to work hard for less money and men that learning no lesson act like a bunch of children.
Not to say we didn't know most men we're un-evolved, we just figured they would grow up by now. But when no one learns anything, and science thwarts Darwinism where do we grow from here. Women should be running this society we've earned it at this point, from the moms who are a one woman army handling work and the kids while their husbands watch TV and ignore the surrounding area, to the women who just want a full relationship that we have no chance of getting
with the guy who look like he walked out of New Jersey. We have earned our stripes to run this show, you have not. It about time we have a moment to run this shit; we've spent our lives fighting
for this. Getting lip from members of the GOP about how we're bad mothers because we have to work is only going to piss us off; parenting is a multi-person job not just for women.
The fact of the matter is that fathers make just a strong difference in this life as mothers do, the fact that about 90% of men are spoiled brats means that as fathers you have done the worst job in teaching chivalry and gentlemenisms to your sons. How dare you step to us and blame us for this insanity, if we had a fucking say this bullshit wouldn't be happening in general.
You think we like being ignored? Paid less? How about the fact that you make the decisions on how we handle our health? Personal choices are what this country is all about yet somehow women have less choice than most.
You can blame as you please, but know this we've done nothing to deserve what it is you are throwing down. We do our best, try our hardest to create a path for other younger woman to follow. Yes there are some who make us look ridiculous and you would like to blame all of the issues our society has on bad mothering.
You will have a reason to blame us the minute we get fair treatment for anything. The biggest joke on the internet is about all of us belonging in the kitchen making sandwiches and serving you.
Remember this we are stronger smarter faster and we are the reason that you live today because without us there would be no next generation. And I would knock off those kitchen jokes,seeing as that's where the knifes are.
To my fellow women, stand with me we've no need for boys.
We need men, who treat us with dignity respect and pride. We need partners not masters. We need the next generation to be respectful and understanding and intelligent.
Stand up and lets end this degraded society together, let us take the congress the white house the school systems. Because we all know,we are never fucking wrong and we're keeping it this way!
Monday, June 17, 2013
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
What's with all the princess crap?
I've refrained from posting anything for over a month now, partly due to the fact that I can't think of anything that won't offed people, partly because I'm swamped. Here goes.
I can't deal with the constant princess-ification of everything.
Kaiya turned 7 a month ago. Among other things, such as puppies and beef jerky, she asked for a kids' telescope/microscope combo, Doctor Who's sonic screwdriver, a pair of binoculars for the zoo, and a trip to see Dinosaurs Alive. What did she get? Makeup and princess toys. She still got some other really cool stuff, but it kind of stung a bit for people to ask what she wanted, be told in detail, then buy makeup and tell her she's a princess.
Maybe she doesn't want to be a freaking princess. She told me today that she wants to be a Time Lord who helps animals. I have an intelligent little girl who already knows she's beautiful, but also knows that looks aren't everything.
The next morning, she had already stripped the princess dolls of their dresses and accessories and declared that Merida would now be known as Amy Pond, Rapunzel had become Rose Tyler, and that Ken required a tiny bow tie so he could be the eleventh doctor. Our shelter mutt ate the doll who would be Martha Jones, so I'll get on that next.
I know that we want our daughters to feel special and like they can do anything, but I feel that by calling them princesses we may be limiting them. I don't want my girls to think they're dainty little damsels in distress who must look pretty and be rescued by a prince. I want to raise strong, independent girls who can take care of themselves. The only princess with those qualities is Merida. Before she got sluttified.
I can't remember ever buying anything with a princess on it, yet my house is overflowing with pink frilly things because people insist that my girls have to love these things. Why? Because they're girls! It's not that I don't appreciate it when people buy things for my children, because I do. But why not buy something that they actually want that costs less than the thing you want them to like?
I get that some girls are really into the princess thing, but mine aren't. They like snakes, superheroes, climbing things, science fiction, volcanoes, and heavy metal. They're not fragile little creatures who need saving. They're awesome.
I can't deal with the constant princess-ification of everything.
Kaiya turned 7 a month ago. Among other things, such as puppies and beef jerky, she asked for a kids' telescope/microscope combo, Doctor Who's sonic screwdriver, a pair of binoculars for the zoo, and a trip to see Dinosaurs Alive. What did she get? Makeup and princess toys. She still got some other really cool stuff, but it kind of stung a bit for people to ask what she wanted, be told in detail, then buy makeup and tell her she's a princess.
Maybe she doesn't want to be a freaking princess. She told me today that she wants to be a Time Lord who helps animals. I have an intelligent little girl who already knows she's beautiful, but also knows that looks aren't everything.
The next morning, she had already stripped the princess dolls of their dresses and accessories and declared that Merida would now be known as Amy Pond, Rapunzel had become Rose Tyler, and that Ken required a tiny bow tie so he could be the eleventh doctor. Our shelter mutt ate the doll who would be Martha Jones, so I'll get on that next.
I know that we want our daughters to feel special and like they can do anything, but I feel that by calling them princesses we may be limiting them. I don't want my girls to think they're dainty little damsels in distress who must look pretty and be rescued by a prince. I want to raise strong, independent girls who can take care of themselves. The only princess with those qualities is Merida. Before she got sluttified.
I can't remember ever buying anything with a princess on it, yet my house is overflowing with pink frilly things because people insist that my girls have to love these things. Why? Because they're girls! It's not that I don't appreciate it when people buy things for my children, because I do. But why not buy something that they actually want that costs less than the thing you want them to like?
I get that some girls are really into the princess thing, but mine aren't. They like snakes, superheroes, climbing things, science fiction, volcanoes, and heavy metal. They're not fragile little creatures who need saving. They're awesome.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
What's with all the skinny hate?
Every time I log into Facebook, I see where someone shared some sort of post about curvy girls. I get to read about how curvy girls are better, or how only dogs like bones, or how skinny girls have to starve themselves, or that I'm just a skinny bitch. I can't count the number of times I've been told I should go eat a cheeseburger/sandwich/etc. Skinny girls have feelings too!
I hate the times when people try to pretend that Marilyn Monroe was plus-sized. Seriously, look at her pictures. You can see collarbones and sometimes even ribs. According to her dressmaker, her measurements were usually around 35-22-35. I get called a skinny bitch, but my waist has never been anywhere near that 22 inch mark, even when I was modeling. People have claimed that she was a size 16. Sizes were different 50 years ago, but she still wasn't exactly able to wear clothes off the rack.
I'm sick of it. Sure, mainstream media is biased and prefers thin, blonde, and rich. Instead of just complaining and posting stuff on facebook putting someone else down to make yourself feel better, why don't you put down the fashion magazine? Why don't you turn off the TV if you're so tired of all of the thin actresses? If you hate the skinnies, then why are you trying to diet and be one? Don't tell me it's societal pressure; you're trying to rebel against that same societal pressure by spreading the skinny hate.
It's okay for you to say, "Real Women Have Curves" or "Real men like curves; only dogs like bones" but it's not okay for me to say it loud that I'm thin and proud? You can call me a skinny bitch, but if I call anyone a fatass, I'm a horrible person and need to shut my mouth because it's a condition and not their fault. I don't go around calling people fatasses, but if I wanted to, I would still censor myself. I can find much meaner things to say about people I want to put down than just the obvious appearance things. If I don't like you, it's for a real reason, not just your appearance.
Real women come in all shapes and sizes. You can be a size zero or a size 24 and still be a real woman.
Screw you guys and your whole "real women have curves" movement. My real body has made and nourished three children.
You don't get more real than that.
I hate the times when people try to pretend that Marilyn Monroe was plus-sized. Seriously, look at her pictures. You can see collarbones and sometimes even ribs. According to her dressmaker, her measurements were usually around 35-22-35. I get called a skinny bitch, but my waist has never been anywhere near that 22 inch mark, even when I was modeling. People have claimed that she was a size 16. Sizes were different 50 years ago, but she still wasn't exactly able to wear clothes off the rack.
I'm sick of it. Sure, mainstream media is biased and prefers thin, blonde, and rich. Instead of just complaining and posting stuff on facebook putting someone else down to make yourself feel better, why don't you put down the fashion magazine? Why don't you turn off the TV if you're so tired of all of the thin actresses? If you hate the skinnies, then why are you trying to diet and be one? Don't tell me it's societal pressure; you're trying to rebel against that same societal pressure by spreading the skinny hate.
It's okay for you to say, "Real Women Have Curves" or "Real men like curves; only dogs like bones" but it's not okay for me to say it loud that I'm thin and proud? You can call me a skinny bitch, but if I call anyone a fatass, I'm a horrible person and need to shut my mouth because it's a condition and not their fault. I don't go around calling people fatasses, but if I wanted to, I would still censor myself. I can find much meaner things to say about people I want to put down than just the obvious appearance things. If I don't like you, it's for a real reason, not just your appearance.
Real women come in all shapes and sizes. You can be a size zero or a size 24 and still be a real woman.
Screw you guys and your whole "real women have curves" movement. My real body has made and nourished three children.
You don't get more real than that.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Poor People
I am writing this using my phone in the local WIC office. If you didn't already know, it's a government program designed to improve the nutrition of lower income women, infants, and children. Oh wait, that means you're reading a blog written by (gasp) a poor person. I love the way people look at me differently when they realize I'm a member lower class. Poor people aren't supposed to be literate, are they? We're all supposed to be a bunch of horrible, uneducated parents who dress our children in rags while we buy and sell drugs, get our nails done, drive Escalades, and collect welfare checks. We're supposed to take advantage of the system and put our kids in daycare even though we're all a bunch of Peg Bundy-esque couch potatoes who have never worked a day in their lives. This may be true for some of us.
The truth is, I'm kind of smart. I might not have a PhD, but I went to community college, own a home, drive a Taurus (named Boris), and I've never used the TANF system. My kids might wear rags, but it's only because I choose my battles when they'd rather wear an old and dirty Spiderman costume than the nicer stuff I got from a consignment sale or with gift cards I earned for surveys. I've always worked, sometimes two full time jobs at once, and was back at work within a couple of days after giving birth to my last two children, baby in a Moby carrier while I packed orders for my ebay store. Hell, I don't even have cable TV and the thought of fake nails or daycare makes me feel a little queasy.
I've veered off topic again, haven't I? The WIC system was started with good intentions. I took advantage of a free breastfeeding class while pregnant with my oldest child. I was 22 and had never been around breastfeeding, but I knew it was best and wouldn't do anything else. I was completely clueless and was the only person in attendance. I learned so much about breastfeeding and how boobs work. I probably wouldn't have been successful if it weren't for that wonderful, patient teacher. For years, I thought about going back and thanking her, but I had since moved and couldn't remember her name. A few years later, our WIC office got a new nutritionist that seemed vaguely familiar. I knew I had seen her or heard her voice before, but I'm no good with names or faces. I finally noticed the plaque on her wall from my former county and it clicked. She had been the teacher!
Today looks like a slow day, but sometimes this place is has so many examples of bad parenting. Sure, let's fill a sippy cup with Mountain Dew, encourage the kid to drink it, and then hit him for acting like a kid high on a caffeine/sugar/chemical kick. That sounds like a GREAT idea! Then we can jerk them up by one arm when we're called because we're too busy talking on the phone to pick them up properly. Let's leave the baby screaming in an infant seat while we text. Don't get me started on infant seats. That's a whole 'nother rant. Let's show up and demand to be seen, even though we don't have an appointment or we missed ours by an hour. I wonder if the WIC employees ever want to hand out vouchers for sour milk. I know I would.
The truth is, I'm kind of smart. I might not have a PhD, but I went to community college, own a home, drive a Taurus (named Boris), and I've never used the TANF system. My kids might wear rags, but it's only because I choose my battles when they'd rather wear an old and dirty Spiderman costume than the nicer stuff I got from a consignment sale or with gift cards I earned for surveys. I've always worked, sometimes two full time jobs at once, and was back at work within a couple of days after giving birth to my last two children, baby in a Moby carrier while I packed orders for my ebay store. Hell, I don't even have cable TV and the thought of fake nails or daycare makes me feel a little queasy.
I've veered off topic again, haven't I? The WIC system was started with good intentions. I took advantage of a free breastfeeding class while pregnant with my oldest child. I was 22 and had never been around breastfeeding, but I knew it was best and wouldn't do anything else. I was completely clueless and was the only person in attendance. I learned so much about breastfeeding and how boobs work. I probably wouldn't have been successful if it weren't for that wonderful, patient teacher. For years, I thought about going back and thanking her, but I had since moved and couldn't remember her name. A few years later, our WIC office got a new nutritionist that seemed vaguely familiar. I knew I had seen her or heard her voice before, but I'm no good with names or faces. I finally noticed the plaque on her wall from my former county and it clicked. She had been the teacher!
Today looks like a slow day, but sometimes this place is has so many examples of bad parenting. Sure, let's fill a sippy cup with Mountain Dew, encourage the kid to drink it, and then hit him for acting like a kid high on a caffeine/sugar/chemical kick. That sounds like a GREAT idea! Then we can jerk them up by one arm when we're called because we're too busy talking on the phone to pick them up properly. Let's leave the baby screaming in an infant seat while we text. Don't get me started on infant seats. That's a whole 'nother rant. Let's show up and demand to be seen, even though we don't have an appointment or we missed ours by an hour. I wonder if the WIC employees ever want to hand out vouchers for sour milk. I know I would.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Baby Showers
I don't particularly like baby showers. Due to my new-mom-itis, I allowed family to throw baby showers before my oldest, Kaiya, was born, but I didn't particularly enjoy them. Granted, I was appreciative of all the gifts, the food, and the effort made, but the rest of it was just pretty bleh. Loads of people trying to impress their opinions about birth and child rearing upon a expectant mother, along with making jokes about how fat she's become. I've encountered comments like this at baby showers:
"Oh I know you said you were going to TRY to breastfeed, but here are some bottles for when you come to your senses" I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"I bought some diamond earrings for when you get the baby's ears pierced. The doctor can do it for you." No. No. No!
"I only bought a gift for one baby. You look like you're having twins!" The expectant mom almost cried.
"I bought you some gauze and Vaseline for after his circumcision. Snip snip, hahahaha!" I almost vomited, then wanted to cut a skank.
"Here are some earplugs for when you let your baby learn to soothe herself." I wanted to slap someone.
"Don't let that baby ruin your life. It's going to try to manipulate you for her own benefit."
"I can already tell you'll have to get a c-section because you're little"
"Anyone who says they're going all-natural is crazy. You'll learn."
See, baby showers invoke a violent response in people like me. Still, my bestest friend is having one this weekend and I'm going. It's not supposed to be your usual baby shower, one with a keg and a bluegrass band, but I'm sure the mainstream mommies will show up with their impassioned cries for "me time", rice cereal, epidurals, and sleep training. This is the reason why I have no friends with kids.
"Oh I know you said you were going to TRY to breastfeed, but here are some bottles for when you come to your senses" I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"I bought some diamond earrings for when you get the baby's ears pierced. The doctor can do it for you." No. No. No!
"I only bought a gift for one baby. You look like you're having twins!" The expectant mom almost cried.
"I bought you some gauze and Vaseline for after his circumcision. Snip snip, hahahaha!" I almost vomited, then wanted to cut a skank.
"Here are some earplugs for when you let your baby learn to soothe herself." I wanted to slap someone.
"Don't let that baby ruin your life. It's going to try to manipulate you for her own benefit."
"I can already tell you'll have to get a c-section because you're little"
"Anyone who says they're going all-natural is crazy. You'll learn."
See, baby showers invoke a violent response in people like me. Still, my bestest friend is having one this weekend and I'm going. It's not supposed to be your usual baby shower, one with a keg and a bluegrass band, but I'm sure the mainstream mommies will show up with their impassioned cries for "me time", rice cereal, epidurals, and sleep training. This is the reason why I have no friends with kids.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Kids' Bowling
Did you know that school-age kids can get two free games of bowling every day this summer? You can sign up here. I'm not getting paid to plug them; I just think it's pretty awesome. You can get a family pass for $24.95 so that up to 4 adult family members can bowl free all summer. When they ask who sent you, enter in mamersnc@gmail.com and there might be a chance for me to win a prize.
We'll be taking advantage of this deal. Wouldn't a kids' bowling team be so cute? Tiny, slick, and smelly rented shoes and nerdy little bowling shirts with screen printed logos! The Dynamic Daleks? Splendid Sycorax? Tiny Time Lords? Junior Jedi? A summer sporting event that's indoors, away from the sun and bugs! And it's (almost) free! I shouldn't mention the bowling alley food. I know it's toxic, but can you resist those cheap soggy nachos?
Who's coming with me?
We'll be taking advantage of this deal. Wouldn't a kids' bowling team be so cute? Tiny, slick, and smelly rented shoes and nerdy little bowling shirts with screen printed logos! The Dynamic Daleks? Splendid Sycorax? Tiny Time Lords? Junior Jedi? A summer sporting event that's indoors, away from the sun and bugs! And it's (almost) free! I shouldn't mention the bowling alley food. I know it's toxic, but can you resist those cheap soggy nachos?
Who's coming with me?
When I was younger, the internet was my escape. I could go there and no one knew me. None of my classmates, no one in my family, and none of my neighbors knew me. I wasn't doing anything really wrong. Just general mischief, message boards, napster, AOL cerver, and trolling. It was great, unless you remember the sounds of the old 56k modem, all-night CD download times, and the fact that it cut off every time the phone rang. Almost everyone you encountered online was literate, intelligent, and capable of a good debate. Back then, everybody was afraid I was being stalked by Captain Howdy and anyone with a computer was a secret sex fiend, out to ensnare a 16 year old girl who carried a paint can. Thank you very much, Strangeland.
Now, everybody is on the internet, regardless of literacy levels. It can be a great thing, but at the same time, EVERYBODY IS ON THE INTERNET! My parents are on craigslist buying vehicles, my kids are on PBS kids playing games, and great grandmas are setting up facebook profiles. It's gone from a place where I was separate from everyone and everything to a place where everyone can find me.
I can't post about beer and burritos on Facebook without someone telling my parents. Someone alerts my family if I mention using a power tool. I'm almost thirty!
This brings me to the fact that I can find you guys, too. I have 330 friends on Facebook, which pales in comparison to some, but it's enough for me. Most of them are people I know and value in real life, but a good deal of these people are just online train wrecks. I keep them around for when I feel like my life isn't so good and need a reason to smile. That's my inner troll coming out. If you have a Facebook, you have at least one friend who constantly posts about how horrible their life is and how it's not their fault, but you can trace the events leading to their current condition. Oh no, you just had your third baby and have no idea who the dad is? It couldn't be related to the drunken, half-naked party pictures you posted 9 months ago, proclaiming the fact that you were on the prowl! The person who posts photos of their drug use and then laments the fact that they got sacked from their job after a drug test always entertains me, as does the single girl who takes relationship advice from Taylor Swift.
Now, everybody is on the internet, regardless of literacy levels. It can be a great thing, but at the same time, EVERYBODY IS ON THE INTERNET! My parents are on craigslist buying vehicles, my kids are on PBS kids playing games, and great grandmas are setting up facebook profiles. It's gone from a place where I was separate from everyone and everything to a place where everyone can find me.
I can't post about beer and burritos on Facebook without someone telling my parents. Someone alerts my family if I mention using a power tool. I'm almost thirty!
This brings me to the fact that I can find you guys, too. I have 330 friends on Facebook, which pales in comparison to some, but it's enough for me. Most of them are people I know and value in real life, but a good deal of these people are just online train wrecks. I keep them around for when I feel like my life isn't so good and need a reason to smile. That's my inner troll coming out. If you have a Facebook, you have at least one friend who constantly posts about how horrible their life is and how it's not their fault, but you can trace the events leading to their current condition. Oh no, you just had your third baby and have no idea who the dad is? It couldn't be related to the drunken, half-naked party pictures you posted 9 months ago, proclaiming the fact that you were on the prowl! The person who posts photos of their drug use and then laments the fact that they got sacked from their job after a drug test always entertains me, as does the single girl who takes relationship advice from Taylor Swift.
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