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© 2004-2008 Linda Escaip
"I may be grumpy, but I like you."
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The Suns and Moons of the Grumpiest Girl in the Room.
Welcome to my journal, bunnyfeet.
Tit For Tat 11-Dec-2004 4:52 p.m.
The devil brought home See's candy today, so of course I had to sample the wares. I am not at all proud to mention the only thing I have eaten today is four pieces of candy, and now I'm sipping some organic chicken broth. I'm sure my mom will be delighted when she reads that. Hi, Mom!
I've been wondering what the holy hell the deal is with women lately. (I just ate another piece of candy.) I'm talking about the chicks who let you know on their online profiles and webpages, etcetera, what bra size they wear. "I like to cook and love the opera. I'm 34C, I have two cats and I like string cheese." Ladies, have we become our tits? There are girls outdoors in the winter weather wearing tank tops without coats—what the hell? Is it all about attracting and entertaining possible sex partners? Is there not enough self-confidence to go around that we should have to resort to having spotlights aimed at our breasts in order to experience small glimpses of worthiness? Colour me crazy, but it seems like we're getting dumber as the years roll by. You are not your breasts. You are not your body. Say it aloud, sister. Buy the bumper sticker if you have to. You are what is inside, damn it, and I'm not talking about your spleen. Maybe get to working on that and you just might land someone who doesn't give a fuck what size bra you wear; they'll be too busy thinking you're an awesome person.
And, before I rush off to another topic, enough with the dirty looks aimed at other women. It will not make you prettier or take away their good looks by scowling at them. Seriously, it just makes you look insecure. And chances are, they don't want your partner, if that's what you're afraid of. I promise I don't.
One more thing: maybe we could try to be supportive of one another. Have you ever noticed the way men bond and support each other? And there are even some well-adjusted men who support women—can't we do that? I think it makes perfect sense to be supportive of everyone, when what they are doing is positive and important to them. I can tell you honestly that no single person ever benefited from being unsupportive of someone else's happiness. The women suffragists worked their butts off for us, and look at what we're doing. If you're a woman, I dare you to smile at a woman you don't know today, and mean it. Or pay her a compliment.
We're going out tonight in the hopes of making a dent in our holiday shopping. I'm going to make a dent if it's the last thing I do. Hopefully it won't be the last thing I do, because I really want to go to Canada and Europe, and I would very much like to play out again and share my music. And there is still much cake to enjoy, and several varieties I have not yet sampled. So, don't kill me.
We strung some old-fashioned Christmas lights on the patio and it looks festive. I don't know about getting a tree this year; the cats usually snack on the pine needles and then throw them up around the house. Sometimes a cat will not learn from experience. OK, most times. Did you know that the fake Christmas trees contain lead? And so do the strings of lights. So, don't suck on them, and wash your hands after handling.
Quote From My World
"I'm just going to drink shitloads of water. Like some kind of freak."
Well, I'm off to hit the stores and to see if I'm the only one who moves out of the way again this year. Thanks for reading.
Linda
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