As the Fortune Cookie Crumbles…

I had Chinese take out the other day. They gave me two fortune cookies, maybe my fortune was just too much for only one cookie. 🙂 I really like what they said. So much better than “you will meet a tall dark man…”

You have an unusual talent for success, use it properly.

You will always have good luck and overcome many hardships.

I can see the second one, I do seem to have a freaky Irish good luck at times. (Who doesn’t have hardships).

I really like the first one, sort of a “use it for good, not evil” thing. What’s so good about good anyway? I’ve always had some balance of good and bad, or less than purely good at least. I think that’s realistic. To be perfectly good all the time is to set yourself up as a doormat for the world to scrape their mucky feet on. I don’t choose to be that person.

Women are Like Apples

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of
falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just take the rotten apples from
the ground that aren’t as good, but easy…….

The apples at the top think that something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come
along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the

Passed along from Jewel, editor of the

Damaged Mind

I don’t know if it’s possible or just fanciful. But, since having the trunk of my car bonk my head the other day I have been not quite all together here. I’ve also been melancholy. When it first slammed into my head I cried all the way into the house. It was silly but I couldn’t help it.

Anyway, my head is sore and I can’t seem to snap out of this mood. Maybe if I actually go to bed before dawn… It’s not that I’m not tired. I just got involved with things and even though most of me wants to go to bed… here I am.

I am tired, I can feel it all through my body. That almost 40 year old tired thing. One day I will be a really old lady with those whiskery hairs on my chin. You know the kind you can see a block away. It’s so unfair. I’m not really this old. I think I got put into the wrong body shell, as if someone traded without asking my permission or explaining in full all the downsides to taking this body. It just can’t be mine. I’m sure my real body is still twenty something and out dancing, wearing something fire engine red and tormenting all the poor young bastards who will grow up to be poor old bastards.

Men generally just suck. I know it’s not nice to say so. It’s not politically correct, it’s not fair and it’s not even something I’d usually say out loud or in print. But, come on… it seems they are all looking for a replacement Mommy with boobs they are allowed to suck on even though they are long past the age of bottles and diapers. If there are any good ones they have long ago been taken and we are left with the dross of male humanity. Whine and bitch at me if you want… you’ll only proove my point.

Surely there must be the odd man left… somewhere. Not a Prince Charming phoooey deal but a man. Just a man. That simple and that complex. One who can spell enough to keep from appearing uneducated. One who not only has a job and does his own laundry and cooking (not microwaveable goo). One who likes conversation. A man who actually wants another person in his life. Not an unpaid maid, sex worker or psychiatrist – a woman with all her faults, warts and goodies.

No, I don’t have warts. Smart ass. I knew you’d have to ask, GK. GK is code, she knows who she is.

Well, good night. I think my head is falling off. I’m going to rest my ear on the pillow.

Bite Me

Maybe I’m not as odd as I think. Is it possible there is another woman about to turn 40 who has only had sex with one man, about 3 times, in her life? What a sexual deviant I am!

Anyone want a slightly used virgin? Cheap… well, not in quite that way.

I live in my own skin and I assume everyone is like me. That I’m actually less than most people. Yet, I am fairly bright, not less than pretty. (Children don’t run screaming and I’m not horribly disfigured). So what is it about me? Why am I such a freak.

Never mind. I don’t really want to know. To know removes all the options.

By the way, I have had sex (without intercourse with two men) but intercourse only with my ex-husband. At least I’m not a virgin, quite. I should donate myself to a museum.

Beer Comercial

Last night I watched a movie about how women and men were sterilized against their wishes. It was called Heart of the Sun or something like that. Anyway, during this sensitive movie Molson’s beer ran an ad (at least 4 times) in which men are secretly watching a group of women skinny dipping in a lake, using binoculars. The women are not aware of the men watching them.

First of all, the amount of skin shown on the women shocked me. I really could not believe an ad showing breasts and butt like that would be allowed past the censors. The men were fully clothed. Actually, the only thing missing was for them to be holding the binoculars with one hand and stroking their cocks with the other.

Secondly, the whole idea of making a beer commerical about an invasion of privacy is just too much. Women are abused this way every day. That does not make it ok to use for a beer commerical. What are they really selling? How many people do you think will remember which brand of beer that was? Most will be trying to tape the commercial so they can save the nude scenes and share them with others. There are whole websites devoted to upskirts, in which men take secret pictures of women. It should be illegal, women should be protected from this kind of abuse but we are not. Instead we are now being used to sell beer.

Here is what I wrote to Molson this morning:

Last night I saw Molson’s new beer ad at least 4 times, the one with the women skinny dipping and the man (then men) watching with binoculars. No doubt this does happen at some lake somewhere but that does not make it ok for a beer commercial.

I was angry each time that commercial came on. To me Molson is abusing women to sell beer. Molson has sold our right to privacy and our safety for its profit. I doubt anyone who would approve of that ad has ever been violated, had their home invaded/ robbed or been phoned by peeping toms to comment on how they looked stepping out of the shower moments ago. Women are abused in this way every day and now Molson is selling beer on it.

There is also the issue of how much of the women’s bodies were exposed for that ad. I as pretty shocked at the amount of skin, breast and buttocks shown. Molson has definitely crossed over the line from “cute” to soft porn.

I hope they will pull the ad, but I doubt it. No doubt it will sell a lot of… beer.