We’ve been working so much, I feel more like an indentured servant than an employee. Matt & I have been eating, sleeping, drinking, work. There is zero free time for the kids. Or the house. Or the dogs. Every step forward feels like three steps back. Nothing is good enough, right enough, fast enough, enough enough. What good is making money if you don’t have enough free time to pay any bills or spend it on anything? Why do people do this to themselves?
I’ll tell you what really looks good right about now: a cardboard box under a big, old comfortable bridge. That’s what. Who needs a house? Or heat? Who needs clothes and food and a cable bill? Not me, no sirree.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
It is good, and right, and fast, and enough. The best you can do is the best you can do… hard lesson to learn (and harder still to really internalize), but… the alternative is to work yourself to death, and that’s not A Good Thing. My dad used to tell me that “if you simply care about doing a good job, that puts you head and shoulders above most people”. I think he’s right… and you’re head and shoulders above most people.
I think you rock. And… more to the point, I think you do a fabulous job, and I am proud of you. I mean it!
B
Och. Go ahead take advantage when I’m vulnerable enough to leak water out of my eyeballs.
You’re the best, B. The best.