Show us the last thing you bought.
Funnily enough, the last thing I bought was panties, but not any panties... Hanky Pankies! These are the most comfortable and thoroughly sexy panties in the world, they are worth every penny.
Today I was pointed in the direction of a blog that's sole existence is as a place for people to bash another MB.
Really? have people got so little to do that this is their entertainment? What if all those folks went outside and found something productive to do, OR what if they donated their time to any number of worthy causes....
really, what if they just stopped feeding on the hate?
That's it, I'm blaming the peri-menopause. I mean, I have a doctor's note and everything. ::sigh:: I'm not saying I'm on my "periodical" as Pa Kettle calls them. It's just hit-and-run rage and hot flashes. So, excuse me if I totally lose my shite.
On a forum about iPhones, I simply went nuts.
The poster, supposedly a female adult, was decrying the lack of apps for girls.
Think about that because I'm a fairly girlie-girl kind of saccharine-sweet freak
with three nieces. We have dress-up parties and talk about hair. I'm a regular poster on a forum for fans a particular brand of makeup, not just any makeup. Here's a shot that shows my seat covers...and the rose on my mirror. I'm all for rocking your girlie self.At the same time, I don't like being looked down upon for having a proper balance of X's -as in chromosomes
The whine about "no apps for girls" was enough to send up a red flag but I read on. She gave about 5 ideas, including something that could tell the girl-user how to color-coordinate her wardrobe. Excuse me? Okay, for one if we're being sexist, I'd argue that most women do better than most men when it comes to putting clothes together. Men don't care. -I'm old, these new-fangled metro-sexuals might care and that's fine but I'm saying in general
I tried to click away, my usual response to crap that ticks me off. I usually don't give it another thought but sometimes I'll post about it here or tell a friend if it stays in my brain long enough. What did I do, today?
I was mean. I'm not proud. I'm ashamed and I can't take it back. It's out there.
I asked "her" if the post was meant to be controversial. -because it sure as hell felt like it
I proceeded to call myself a girlie-girl type of person who found the mention of "apps for girls" insulting...I must be a smidgeon smarter than I had previously imagined and while I have always considered myself to have a poor self-esteem, at least I haven't yet resorted to having my iPhone tell me what to wear in the morning.
I ended with,
See? I'm sticking with the peri-menopausal defense. I'm guilty but I actually couldn't help it at the time. It was like temporary insanity."Sorry, I'm acting like a girl."
In spite of all the good things I heard about Mad Men, a drama exploring world of Madison Avenue ad execs in the sixties, I didn't cotton to it quickly. I knew the show was just being authentic its the times, but I just couldn't help but feeling a certain way about the way my black folks were being represented.They were merely figures in the background allowed a humorous aside here and bemused glance there to offer commentary on a swanky world where they were merely meant to serve, kind of like all those wisecracking animal appliances on The Flintstones.
However I hung in there, due in no small part to Christina Hendricks as office manger Joan Holloway and scenes like this one:
Joan and the rest of the women of Mad Men are far more intriguing figures than their ultra-competive and randy male counterparts. The boys club of Sterling Cooper has the world as its oyster while the women are meant to make due with scraps. It is quite interesting to see each of them take those scant pieces and attempt to turn them into a life in full. Joan uses what she's got (those undulating hips and uncanny knowledge of office politics) to get what she wants. Christina turns a role that could have came off as cartoonish and vampish into something far more meaty.*
(photo pinched from AMCTV)
*Sorry for all the food metaphors and references, I think my grumbling stomach to over writing for me.
What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by MarettaBefore attaining the majority, I moved out and began living without the stuff that would've put my parents in prison for doing to me.
That was great. Then, I had to start busting my arse through university (paying my own way and keeping up academic scholarships). My time in high school was the most like what other people have when they go away to college. I just had a part-time job and high school. What pain is that? Well, other than high school was a ridiculous waste of time but compared to age 0-15, it was a dream-come-true.
This story kicked my arse. -entire story found at linked page
Ok so after finally getting back into posting another family crisis hits. My husbands Aunt is extremely ill, and in hospital.She's over 80 so it's not completely unexpected, she had been having minor strokes for about 2 years and we had been trying for 2 years to get her to go into a retirement home so she would have help.It's all very convoluted and difficult , and she's in a really bad way right now. If you can spare a good thought for Joan Hunt , then it would be greatly appreciated.