“You don’t take human life like this…” she says, regarding her execution. Not sure what the hell is going on with the YouTube Aileen Wuornos weirdness of the past month, but damn. The only people, IMO, who look to Ms. Wuornos as an icon are probably in need of a whole lot of therapy themselves. Yes, she was abused, she was raped, she fell through the cracks and she was a murderer. She is not a feminist icon. She is not an example of what feminism is, or what it breeds. She...
There are things I don’t blog about because of my desire to keep the peace, and there are things I don’t blog about because I don’t want to be all whiny and throw up (vomit?) the abuse card, but then I have a shitastic dream and a day later, get a call from a friend who is facing much of what I have only begun to acknowledge, so I get pissed. Really, really pissed. I get pissed because my friends mean a lot to me, and I don’t want them to hurt. I get pissed because over...
I resolve to take naps more often. I have a crush on someone. I am not a patient person, and waiting for answers makes me grumpy. I now understand the difference between contemporary and modern design styles. Until tomorrow, when I forget again. I’m think I may hit up some belly dance classes again in March. I need something to get me out of this house.
I tried to write a professional-sounding blog for my professional-looking website that defines my professional nature and what I do when I’m not screwing around online… but I couldn’t do it. Why? Because there is no good way to tell someone that perhaps their social media campaign is stalling due to their appearance or the appearance of their profile. This goes far beyond the stereotypical social profile that shows a topless moment on the beach or that frat photo involving a toilet...
Ironically, even if I’m blogging it, today I have sworn to take off from any sort of work. Blogging isn’t work, right? A few notes from my week: I had my eyebrows waxed a few weeks ago and, honestly, I wasn’t happy with the results. She asked me if they were ok, and I thought, “what are you going to do if I say, ‘no?’” Since then, I’ve had the recurring thought about what women do when they’re not happy with their bikini wax job. Please, put my...
