Battling the caprice of others with a whim of iron
Growing up my grandfather (pictured above on the right) lived with us. Mostly. Every once in a while he would decide to “leave this godforsaken country” (aka. Alaska) but he always came back. This would be because while 40 below zero and days of darkness are no fun, it is even less fun to have been born in 1892 and go to live with your daughters who treat you like you are 5. He could only put up with so much of them deciding he should socialize, get a hobby and bathe daily. My father had his own...
The horror, the disgust. Some of those women called it pornography, and some of them called it disgusting. Not one of them used the right terms for what they were seeing, instead they called it "a woman's body parts" and other euphemisms. They bleated about how children might see it. They were embarrassed by it. I'm embarrassed by them.
I wasn’t always a drama queen. In fact, I spent most of my adult life being very low maintenance. That hasn’t been true for a few years now. Serves me right, really. Because while I was busy being rational and low maintenance I secretly believed that those women who blamed PMS, menopause and other hormonal fluctuations for their bouts of irrationality and emotion were exaggerating. Turns out, they probably weren’t. There is poetic justice in my current state. Medical issues and age have conspired to turn me into a homicidal maniac in sweats for about 10 days out of...
Have you ever noticed that your male partner seems perfectly content to sit in another room and watch TV or surf the internet or indulge in whatever hobby he has? Has it ever bugged the crap out of you? Yeah, me too.
It isn't that literature and art don't have meaning, they do. It is that the good stuff does not really carry its meaning in such a blatant way. It does not tell you what it means. Rather, what you see in it is a reflection; it reflects back to you the things that resonate with you.
The clothing as political statement seems to be part of her plan to take over the world one bizarre fashion choice and insecure teenager at a time, however. Her latest foray into fashion with a message involved her appearing as a guest on Good Morning America dressed as a penis. With a belly button...
...I turn to say something to this little boy named Dean and he, because he was overexcited and had overindulged in the cupcakes, promptly vomited all over me. And I do mean all over me.
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What the heck? The weather gods have lost their minds. Or this snow storm has no sense of direction. This doesn’t happen here. Especially twice in one year. This time last year I was planting things.
