8 Responses to Spoiled Silly
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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.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













Rob would produce a similar list. his excuse is: a change is as good as a rest.
Now, you have to admit the transfer station was romantic.
P.S. what would you say to accompanying me to the dentist? Pick ya up at 8am…
I can almost see the dog park being a date. Before I met The Boy, I used to look up date ideas online because I was tired of having a sex-only partnership with Mailbox Boy. One of the things a popular womenfolk’s site suggested was the dog park. And you know what? It was right! We took the dogs to the dog park, bathed them, came home, and had more meaningless sex. But hey, we talked at the park!
From our perspective, it’s all about earning “hubby points”. We keep thinking we can earn a whole bunch of points and then cash them in for luscious rewards. problem is, being guys, we usually do something stupid that wipes out our balance in a heartbeat, and we have to start all over again.
bg: Their idea of a luscious reward is not the same as ours anyway.
But sometimes it is and we’re punishing ourselves as well. But you have to learn. You have to learn!
I’m earning the points for a discount on the stupid thing. I know the luscious rewards are given freely and I count myself lucky.