And the Winner is Testosterone

I wrote this in June 2011. Given recent news events and the 2016 election, I’d say testosterone is the clear leader.

How can  men figure out how to photograph an awkward component of their anatomy and post it on the web? Most dummy up when it comes to operating the dishwasher. They plead ignorance involving operating any domestic appliance beyond the TV remote.

Call me crazy, but I’ll go out on a limb and say any man caught flashing his junk on the web probably wishes he’d learned how to operate the dishwasher instead.

Prominent woman in politics are rarely involved in that kind of scandal. If a woman engaged in that type of behavior, she would be pilloried. Some “experts” say women have less testosterone and decreased libido and we don’t have the same temptations as men, thus we are better behaved. We may have less testosterone, but we apply it to better use than men.

I’d be willing to bet if it were a woman who “used bad judgment” her spouse would be nowhere to be found when she had to face the music.

When a political lothario makes a complete jackass of himself, the little woman is expected to pony up and appear for a photo op indicating her support. Her presence lends no credibility to the situation. Everyone knows what she would really like to do is broadcast his personal stuff in a jigsaw puzzle.

Recent events seem to indicate wives are opting out, leaving the bum to defend himself solo. Too bad that extra blast of testosterone is not apparent when bumbling apologies of deviant behavior are offered.

Does Destroying Art Make Lives Better?

The New Deal art murals created by the WPA Federal Art Project of 1935 depicting the slaughter of native American Indians and our nation’s leaders supervising slaves are uncomfortable truths that cannot be erased by painting over them.

I don’t pretend to have answers to complex social issues, but I believe destroying art that illustrates our history is wrong. We cannot revise history; we must own it – all of it, in order to create change.

Can’t art teach about the brutality of an economy built on the backs of slaves and our government’s abuse of native American Indians?

After the rhetoric about removing a civil war piece, and tallying the cost dies down, we pat ourselves on the back for our altruistic gesture and nothing changes.

But, did it make a difference in the daily lives of people of color?

Ask the mother whose son who was shot because the color of his skin made him suspect if removal of art created change in her underserved neighborhood.

Isn’t it possible that a working mom who depends on inadequate public transportation to get to her low wage job might be better served by having the cost of removal applied toward economic development in her neighborhood?

The current leadership at the national and state level demonstrate little to no interest or involvement in any positive social agenda other than self-interest.

Where does it end? Removing art is nothing more than lip service and a step toward a dystopian culture.

The Online Warranty Website Was a Big Fat Dud

When our old toaster refused to toast, we replaced it with a simpler model. All of those extra features often do not play well with each other. The new one was perfect for the two of us and during a test run, it toasted to perfection.  

I combed through the box searching for the warranty information, or an operating manual but both were missing; not what I expected from a name brand manufacturer. Armed with the UPC code, and model number I went online to the company website.

Priding myself on my resourcefulness I located the warranty section. The form required personal information I don’t share with my doctor, but I knew it was useless to leave it blank. I did what any self-respecting woman would do and lied about my age, income, ethnicity and marital status.

The site punished me for my deception as the model number came up with the dreaded question marks and “no results,” when I plugged in the model number. The search instructions said to check the inside of the toaster’s plug if the model number did not appear. Placing a model number in the electrical plug is an original twist and a big clue that the manufacturer is reluctant to warranty the item.

We unplugged the toaster and discovered the numbers were so dim not even a bat could read them. After locating a flashlight and magnifying glass there was a mixture of numbers and letters. It was even worse than I thought as the numbers included the combination from the bowels of hell; the dreaded zero or is it a capital “O”, or a lower case”L” or a capital “i”. I punched in all of the combination of numbers which were quickly dismissed as unknown.

We purchased the toaster at a big box retail store; its origins should have been unquestionable. After too much time spent on the website, I concluded our toaster was the you-know-what at the manufacturer’s family reunion. It was their attempt to disown responsibility.

This is a liberal household; we do not judge. We are keeping the toaster.

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