Here we are on International Women's Day and a 74 year old Baba in Saudi Arabia has been sentenced to 40 lashes for fraternizing with unrelated males. During my visit to the Republic of Turkey last summer, much debate was held over the still instituted honor killings and the imminent stoning of a gang rape victim in Iran.
You've come a long way, baby.
Seriously. Even here in the United States, we have "slut bashing" and often blame the rape victim. Is she a good girl or a bad girl?
Don't know about you, but I've had enough.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A new attitude..
yep..that's what I've got..I went over to the new Westside crib this morning, under the assumption that I was meeting the electricians. However, due to yesterday's storm, they had to shuffle me over to tomorrow. I'm not going to bitch. There are too many poor souls without power to complain. Still waiting to hear back from the plumbing company about converting/repairing my hot water heater to electric. Call me crazy, but I'm not all that cool with having a natural gas open flame in the crawl space of a 90 year old cottage.
I just re-colored my hair tonight. I went from an ash brunette to an espresso/cinnamon redhead. I spent some time and blew it out. I feel incredibly hot with my new hair. We'll see...I am currently reliving my college years by listening to Dreams So Real and Aztec Camera...I'm so post-modern..
Waiting on a delivery of Jamaican jerk wings. I'm hungry and they will be delicious.
Madlove,
H
I just re-colored my hair tonight. I went from an ash brunette to an espresso/cinnamon redhead. I spent some time and blew it out. I feel incredibly hot with my new hair. We'll see...I am currently reliving my college years by listening to Dreams So Real and Aztec Camera...I'm so post-modern..
Waiting on a delivery of Jamaican jerk wings. I'm hungry and they will be delicious.
Madlove,
H
Monday, March 2, 2009
West side, here I come!
Well, I finally closed on Friday, after all the stalling and renegotiating. It's mine, all mine. Crappy roof, faulty wiring, absent hot water heater and all. I have no idea what I'm doing. Just trying to get the electricity switched over to my name is a current hassle. I'm meeting the electrician tomorrow morning so I can find out how much MORE broke I'm going to be. But I keep fantasizing about how when it snows next year, I'll be sitting in my own terra cotta tiled kitchen watching the flakes fall from the window over the nice, new double sink.
I'm trying really hard to not get overwhelmed with the entire house and look at it as one project at a time. I keep telling myself that there are only 3 major projects that need to be accomplished to make the house livable. I can do this.
On the dating front, I've pretty much decided that I just don't have time. Between opening yet another new show and the house, I'll be lucky if I have time just for a drink with my grrlfriends. Besides, I'm raising the bar. I'm sure that when things are right with me, I'll attract the right people. No more losers. No more cads. No more "I just don't know what I'm doing with my life right now" guys.
Speaking of self-esteem issues, I was watching Rock of Love, the bus tour tonight. OMG! These poor ladies think NOTHING of themselves. Why would you allow an aging, poseur rocker-type (note the non-use of the term rock star) to tell you that you "have to be completely there for me" and in the next breath tell you "you have to understand my life. I'm always surrounded by beautiful women." What a douche canoe. And "challenges" that involve pole dancing? I have nothing against pole dancing, per se, but Mr. Micheals seems to want his women to be able to execute the perfect pole slide, but when it comes to light that a grrl is actually a stripper, he flips out, saying that she wasn't "honest" with him. Once again, ladies and gents, douche canoe. I would love to see the episode where all of gals turn on him. Unfortunately for them (and me, sadly) this will probably never happen. I could go from here to a rant about the modern media and ideas of beauty and female sexuality, but I will spare you the pain of my hairball.
That being said, it is now time for me to finish up my cocktail and climb between the covers.
I'm trying really hard to not get overwhelmed with the entire house and look at it as one project at a time. I keep telling myself that there are only 3 major projects that need to be accomplished to make the house livable. I can do this.
On the dating front, I've pretty much decided that I just don't have time. Between opening yet another new show and the house, I'll be lucky if I have time just for a drink with my grrlfriends. Besides, I'm raising the bar. I'm sure that when things are right with me, I'll attract the right people. No more losers. No more cads. No more "I just don't know what I'm doing with my life right now" guys.
Speaking of self-esteem issues, I was watching Rock of Love, the bus tour tonight. OMG! These poor ladies think NOTHING of themselves. Why would you allow an aging, poseur rocker-type (note the non-use of the term rock star) to tell you that you "have to be completely there for me" and in the next breath tell you "you have to understand my life. I'm always surrounded by beautiful women." What a douche canoe. And "challenges" that involve pole dancing? I have nothing against pole dancing, per se, but Mr. Micheals seems to want his women to be able to execute the perfect pole slide, but when it comes to light that a grrl is actually a stripper, he flips out, saying that she wasn't "honest" with him. Once again, ladies and gents, douche canoe. I would love to see the episode where all of gals turn on him. Unfortunately for them (and me, sadly) this will probably never happen. I could go from here to a rant about the modern media and ideas of beauty and female sexuality, but I will spare you the pain of my hairball.
That being said, it is now time for me to finish up my cocktail and climb between the covers.
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