Wednesday, December 08, 2004 :::
 

Blogs have been infiltrated by established companies/corporations trying to masquerade as independent thinkers. Corporate thought=groupthink. It is all about THE TEAM.
Corporations once reported on blogs. Then they saw the attention they got and decided to become bloggers.

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Bottle of Breath from a Claustophobe?

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Monday, December 06, 2004 :::
 

Pillowcase with the handprint of Jesus?

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Women! Have you purchased your obligatory over-sized brooch? We must keep up with the latest trends. Hop to.

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Will I ever marry?
I doubt it.
I know myself now. I prefer romance to love. I am a better person when I am all lust-driven with stars in my eyes, living on the edge of sexual delirium, gasping at his slightest touch, feasting on his kisses. After 3 years that seems to change into too many taken-for-granted situations and it’s like the balloon popped. All that exists is comfort.
Plus I realize that it is me, not him, that changes me. I know that sounds confusing, but its not. As a single person I can do what I want to do when I want to do it. I blast music while I do housework. I eat dinner at midnight. I leave my house and return whenever. But when I get a man I become considerate. I start to conform.
I stop blasting music. We dine appropriately at 8 p.m. I tell him my schedule and he tells me his and we rendezvous when we are able. I consider his life commitments and mine. Mine usually come in second to his. Put children into the mix and I just know I would put them far ahead of my needs.
Where’s Rebecca? She’s married, raising a family, you’ll meet her again in about 18, 22 years.

This raises a second prickly question: Would I have a child without having a man? Answer: Absolutely! I feel equipped and more than willing to take on the responsibility. It is my dream. A child, oh yes.
I guess the truth is that I am willing to give more to a child than I am to a man. For my baby I would give my life.
How do you feel about it?

The view from here: The best marriages are made out of two needy people. That seems to be the glue. I don’t know if I will ever be needy enough. Maybe if I grow ugly as I age and lose all of my money. (See this goes back to that conversation with my aunt that I told you about. We have too much.)

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I have a surprise for all women out there. The blonde thing is sooooooo over. Natural colored hair is back in.
Okay that wasn’t the BIG surprise. This is: You know all of the $$$$ you spend on make-up? Give it up.
Why?
I recently had an illuminating conversation with a group of 11 men. (I’m like an arcane reporter in that I always have some screwball question up my sleeve. I have a lot of curiosity about everything in the world.) On this occasion my question was this: Would you be more attracted to 1. a woman with a beautiful proportionate face and an okay body or 2. a woman with a beautiful proportionate body and an okay face?
All of them answered #2. The body wins. Of course that does make sense since men like naked women in girlie mags. Men like the package a woman comes in.
Women, at least me, like words. Love words from intelligent walking-encyclopedia men. So I could easily fall in love with an ogre. In fact I don’t really like handsome men anymore. They tend to be too self conspicuous. Musclemen? Metrosexuals? Meatheads? Don’t even apply.

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Something shockingly repugnant has been stuck in my craw for two weeks now. IF YOU HAVE A QUESY STOMACH DON’T READ THIS. According to Old Nurse on “The Sunday Night Sex Show”, whom I have come to rely upon for REAL sex information, there are 2 kinds of female circumcision performed in Muslim communities.
The first is the one I knew about. A clitorectomy…lob off the clit so a woman derives les s pleasure from sex. That is a horror in itself.
But the second kind is even worse.
A woman’s outer labia is scarred and sutured together leaving a hole about the size of a dime so urine and blood can pass out of the body. That is so the husband (animal) can be assured she is a virgin on their wedding night. Then he literally tears her apart in the act of intercourse. When she becomes pregnant she must find a Muslim doctor who will cut her apart so she can deliver the child. Other doctors (non-Muslim) won’t touch the ravaged area and will only perform a Cesarean delivery.
The women suffer from vaginal infections all of their lives. Can you imagine if you couldn’t clean yourself? The pervasive stench? The pain of infections? The thought of your husband raping you? Foreplay would be a word out of your vocabulary.
Female circumcision is primarily practiced by Muslims in Africa and the Middle East, although Muslims are everywhere just like people of all religions are everywhere.
This knowledge gives new meaning to a photo exhibit I saw at Millennium Park in Chicago last summer. The exhibit was of families around the world. At the bottom of each of the 40 or so photos the photographer made comments about the people’s lifestyle so the viewer could have a deeper understanding of the families. The Egyptian one showed a man with seven children. It said the wife was hiding behind a door when the photo was taken because her husband would not allow her to be photographed. They were Muslims. At the time I thought the husband was a pig not to show off this wonderful women, his wife that had given him SEVEN children. Now I think he is even worse than a pig. He is a filthy fiend, a monster.
I don’t want to reveal my entire life, but I can tell you of a firsthand experience I once had with a Canadian-Iranian man, a Muslim. He was witty, intelligent, handsome, confident, generous, and compassionate BUT when our friendship grew into something more and we were together on his velvet-pillow strewn carpet our commingling had a bizarre rapist edge to it. I never spoke to him again. I refused all communication. He frightened me.
And what may be some consolation to that dime-size opening I mentioned above…he had the smallest penis I had ever seen in my life. Now I don’t go around measuring penises but his was, I would guess, barely 3” long, erect. And he acted like and held it like it was the Masterpiece of Members.
I would like to get all of this out of my mind. I don’t care if female circumcision is a religious thing. It is wrong. All the way wrong. If there were a religion that believed a woman’s eyeballs should be gouged out would that be tolerated by the rest of humanity?
What if those Muslim men had they penis sewn to their belly?
This whole subject makes me sick.

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Looking at that blue state/red state map I just realized that the major cities of the U.S. are all in blue states. So George Jr. was elected by the Rocky Mountain States that have like 10 people in each state, the southwest which was once Mexico, and those Bible-thumping southerners.
Dump the Electoral College, which is made up of people you don’t even know anyway (it’s a patronage position that smells bad) and supercedes the MAJORITY.
And now Falwell is rearing his ugly head. Hideous lies spewed out to the uneducated…you can get pregnant from masturbation…if you have an abortion you will probably commit suicide…and if you don’t commit suicide, you are far more likely to get breast cancer than a woman that didn’t get an abortion. Good God!
Roe v Wade is in serous trouble. Yeah, let’s reverse it and hand out wire coat hangers. Let’s kill women in back alleys and dirty abortion rooms manned by alcoholic physicians that lost their licenses long ago. Now that makes sense.

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Talking to my bright and beautiful aunt I figured out what is wrong with everybody. She says that people in their 20s in the 1960s had far less than the average 20-something person today. Today we are all about consuming and getting onto the “next best thing.” So we are never happy. They were happy with less. They married (about 5 years sooner than we do now), had kids, worked, SAVED (we don’t like that word), and bought a house when they were 30-something. Now we want it all right out of the gate...the big salary, home ownership, all by 23 at the latest.
Plus what is lacking now is soul stuff like gratefulness, and respect. We are not grateful. We are monsters with gaping mouths eating up the world. Respect? We think older people have lived their lives and now they should move out of the way, shoo. We are tired of them. Respect? Hell we want to euthanasize them.
Of course they could have one job, one career for their entire lives. We are jugglers who have to keep reinventing ourselves.
It’s all pissy. Who knows any of the answers. I just get one thing in my mind and it morphs into a brand new question.

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Watching Son of Svengoolie, my very late Saturday night indulgence, I saw a clip of that early 1950s Sunday morning classic Flash Gordon.
I’m up for starting a campaign for the revival of Flash Gordon. It high camp and soooooo hilarious.
Flash is a curly blonde haired dude who puffs up his chest when he takes off his commander uniform, and Dale Arden, the love of his life, is a platinum blonde (well looks like she is…these are black and white) with a rather common face but a big jolt of common sense. All of the women wear midriff-baring costumes…this is waaaaaaaaaaay before Barbara Eden in “I Dream of Jeannie.” There is Ming the Merciless who is an Asian warlord and his sidekick (I didn’t catch his name) wears a pullover with a marijuana leave on it. HA!
This series was so far ahead of its time. It’s like Star Trek without the slickness. Actually it is probably the mother of Star Trek. It is like an indie piece of our times.
BRING BACK FLASH! BRING BACK FLASH!

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Some of you have asked, "Who are you to tell journalists what to do?"
Well journalists have a code of ethics. I did not make it up. Here's a link that may explain it better.

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Did you hear Tommy Thompson, the outgoing HHS, say, "It is beyond me why the terrorists haven't tampered with the food supply?"
Sounded harsh, didn't it? Too revealing, as if he was supplying the terrorists with a plan.
First it was taken out of context. He was asked what area we need to keep an eye on. And second, it's one of those cases where the *way* it was said affects how to hits the ear and produces a reaction. Blame the messenger.
Now if he would have said something like...We need to keep an eye on the food and water supply...well it would have gone over better.
Kerry also made a similar mistake in one of the debates. He said something like, I am paraphrasing here, "We need to find bin Laden and kill him." Well the word *kill* is harsh and it hit my ear sharply. We like it better when people couch the harsh words in soft clouds, like...take him down. take him out. get rid of him.
Like I said before...it's all in the packaging.

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Okay I didn't find my new blog home yet so...

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