They will not have profound repercussions on a universal basis.
*Mistaking a southern accent for ignorance is dangerous for your checkbook and health.
*Kettle cooked potato chips are the ultimate snack.
*Tabasco sauce improves the taste of everything.
*People who refuse to eat grits are not to be trusted under any circumstances.
*Everyone likes bacon.
*Hairstyles that look good on Helen Mirren, only look good on Helen Mirren.
*The day after you have the carpet cleaned, the cat will barf a hairball.
*Only books on the Dollar Store bookshelves should be those written by Sarah Palin.
*All automobile models look the same.
*Cotton tee shirts have less thread count each year, yet the price increases.
*The shoe I cannot live without is certain to be wildly expensive.
*Kevin Spacey and James Spader never appears in dull movies.
*My hair always looks great the day I have an appointment for a haircut.
*Most women who wear low-rise jeans should not.
*My body part that has been aching for three months nonstop will be pain-free the day of my doctor’s appointment.
*Your kids do not have a clue as to what really makes you tick.
*The cheap plants I buy thrive; expensive ones do not.
*Blue eyeshadow is tacky.
*Carbohydrates should be classified as a controlled substance.
*Let your freak flag fly.
*You don’t have to kick over the traces to create change; more often than not, a small nudge is sufficient.
*Being mean is a waste of time.
*The word “cute” applies only to puppies or kittens.
*Receiving an unsolicited wave from a stranger’s baby is the ultimate character endorsement.
The woman in the lingerie department at Macy’s is forbidden to retire until I decide to stop wearing underwear.
People who use a bazillion coupons will no longer be allowed to shop at my supermarket until after 9 pm.
Note: First posted November 5 2013
Sexual abuse is but one symptom of the greater ill of patriarchy. Owners of the “Y” chromosome, many who are in positions of power, have arrived at a day of reckoning.
Some appear repentant, and state they are seeking treatment for sexual addiction in an attempt to make it go away. These are lame excuses; women don’t forget.
Others dig in, deny, deflect and blame the victim. They have underestimated women. We have decades of experience dealing with male addiction to power. I believe the patriarchy is about to experience female anarchy.
Men historically behaved with a sense of entitlement, beginning with hazing in college and continuing to the way they treat women. Leadership beginning with the current resident of the oval office reflects this belief.
Women continue to work for less pay than men do, because of some Luddite, who controls the power structure where we work. If we speak out, we are “ball busters” and reap negative consequences for promotion.
Politicians who establish policies to control reproductive rights, under the guise of protecting women, continue to victimize us.
The other ugly truth about this issue is, some of the few women in a position to bring about change, have chosen to remain silent or fall in line with the good old boys. Power brings responsibility. The women we elected to represent us who failed to honor their commitment to stand up for women may find themselves out of a job come election day
I believe it would be a huge mistake to underestimate the frustration and anger women feel under the current leadership and direction this leadership promotes. Women who lived during the sixties are fed up to see the bit of progress we have made regarding women’s rights slip away.
When you add gen X-ers and millennial women to the mix, there is going to be a veritable tsunami of pissed off women who will take their anger to the polls.
Governor Goodhair authorized spending $2.1 million dollars to relocate an Arkansas health care company headquarters to Plano, Tx.
Perry spinned the action as an investment, that would create 100 jobs with an average salary of $150,000. I wonder what type of jobs in this economy offer $150,000 average compensation? He failed to mention if the created jobs would be new jobs for Texans. Indications are at least initially 100 positions are relocations.
A quick bit of internet searching indicates Golden Living is owned by private equity firm Fillmore Capital Partners. Fillmore Capital Partners, LLC (“FCP”) is a diversified investment company that engages in the development, management and distribution of private investment vehicles for institutional and select private-client investors.
We are enticing a company owned by a private equity firm who has gross assets that surpass $5 billion USD. Why are we paying them $2.1 million to move to Texas, supposedly to create 100 jobs? Is this simply another form of corporate welfare?
The Gov appears to have developed a proclivity for health related industries, as they relate to profit. Have we forgotten the proposed HPV vaccine mandate, manufactured by Merck, one of Perry’s campaign contributors?
If we are paying corporations to move here, doesn’t it make sense to relocate industries that make stuff? Pushing paper can be accomplished in cyberspace these days. One hundred people making widgets sounds like a bigger bang for our buck to me.
I guess the Gov forgot some of us learned how to read and cipher, even the womenfolk.
My spouse does not understand why I have dozens of slacks, in varying sizes in my closet. His pants wardrobe is simple, sweatpants, jeans and dress slacks.
I have the same categories of pants, but finding myself advancing in girth requires adding sub-category wardrobe staples.
For instance, I have drub sweats that I tool around the house in. They are my favorite. Next, I have sweats I wear to the gym that are a step up from the drub sweats, but not nice enough to run errands in. Last, the really nice sweats I save for hosting casual dinners at home or running errands.
Skinny jeans tend to emphasize jaybird legs whose calves walked away during the Nixon administration. Jaybird legs combined with the engorged python body type scream “old lady”. Why advertise you are nanoseconds away from the multi-residency home?
I believed I hit jean nirvana when I discovered a site that sold high-waisted Mom jeans. Note to self: never order online after adult beverage. The jeans arrived with torn knee, slim legs and definitely not appropriate for those whose waist decided to merge with their abdomen.
I have two pairs of jeans – one for “see how hot I am”. These can only be worn the day after I have consumed celery and water all day. The other pair, my “oops” jeans need no explanation.
I could not bring myself to ditch my dressy, black crepe slacks, with pockets hiding under the pleats. Where else would I hide stuff I don’t want to cart around in a handbag.
I caved and purchased a pair of dressy slacks, with no pockets and no zipper. Wearing these to a special event requires at least three days notice of eliminating salt, bread, meat and ice cream from my diet. Before launching myself into said slacks, I must first take a boiling hot bath to discourage fat cells from making an appearance until they have recovered from second-degree burns.
I decided enough and took measures to simplify my life. My wardrobe now consists of all sweatpants. It did require a lot of courage to wear the sweats to a funeral but I believe the decedent would have defended me from the strange looks I received. I rewarded myself with my bravery by stopping at the store on the way home and loading up on Cheetos.
Life is good.
Daily press coverage confirms my worst fear, that our elected officials have adopted the standards of Dog the Bounty Hunter.
Streaming entertainment provided the perfect solution and British television is my go-to comfort escape for top-notch entertainment.
It started out great watching Poldark, but then the plot began to take on a familiar turn, with poor people getting the shaft and those in the elite class gaining advantages. an uneasy reminder that conditions haven’t changed much. Poldark, with his rippling biceps and dark brooding eyes, were enough to keep me interested for a while. But then poor Morwenna’s ruthless kin married her off to a foppish widower with a foot fetish. That twist in the plot is a reminder of the precarious position for women’s rights today. No more Poldark.
I stumbled on the Lark Rise to Candleford series. It had all the elements of a good yarn; humor, pathos, and romance. The ragged existence of the tenants and the pronounced difference between the haves and have-nots became painful to watch. One of the main characters is an angry anti-Tory tenant, vocal in his attempt to affect change, but unsuccessful. More evidence that history repeats itself is frightening, so I opted for something more modern.
Acceptable Risk, an Irish thriller set in modern-day Dublin, grabbed my attention. Unusual plot, no car chases or bodice rippers. As the series progressed, the backstory revealed an evil plot by big pharma and their skulduggery. Still angry over my last outrageous prescription co-pay, I knew it was time to move on.
I am now watching the PBS kids channel. Congress should tune in. Those kids are way smarter and a lot classier.