He's going home, and other ramblings

June 18,2010

So it looks like Tony from BP is being recalled to England. That's nice. I guess he'll finally get his life back. I wish the same could be said for the nice folks living on the gulf coast.

I get angrier every day about the whole mess. I want Obama to make it all better. I'm not sure he can. He's good, but he can't put everything back the way it was. No one is that good, and the people and environment are the proof. Epic fail.

I may have to take a break from the news. I won't, but I probably should. I get depressed and angry when I see the mess things are in. I am enraged when I hear what some of the idiots on the Right are saying. I get scared when I realize how many people don't ask, or read, or make any effort to learn about a problem. They take what they hear as gospel truth. After all, it was on the news, right? This isn't our parents news anymore. It cannot be assumed that the person reading the news had anything to do with its research or writing. Most of them are news models. Nice to look at, some of them. but not to be taken seriously. Or they are commentators, which is fine, but shouldn't be assumed to be without an agenda. People who think Glenn Beck gives them the unvarnished truth have other nasty habits. Beck and his ilk are about ratings. I can only hope they go away before anyone gets hurt. But it won't happen. good night and good luck...stimp

Safety in Numbers

What does it mean to be safe? I know that is a stupid question. I was out with a group of my friends last night. Two different people, both guys, suggested that they could behave more like themselves with me because, since I was married, I was "safe". Indeed. I am a happily married woman. Delightedly married. I am not looking for anything outside my marriage. But just what does it mean to be safe? If I weren't married, would my male friends feel less comfortable being themselves around me? If so, that is a shame. I have always enjoyed having male friends, almost more than female ones. My relationships with males have always been less complicated, once we were both clear of the "relationship" baggage. I like guys. In a way, I must admit I was almost insulted. What does it mean to be safe. I felt like every body's mom. I'm married, so I am no longer a woman? I am some sort of neutral? I'm no femme fatale, but it would be nice to be acknowledged as such. Treat me like a lady sometimes, not one of the guys. Sure I'm married. But even I still like to flirt a little. Even more now, because I am married. Flirting, bawdy wordplay, makes me feel female. Doesn't mean I'm trying to be a tramp, or sleep around. it just make me feel, I don't know, "girly". Like a real woman. Maybe most women don't need that kind of sort of reinforcement. I like it. Sue me. It makes me feel safe to be the woman I am. good night and good luck...stimp

Mama, I'm coming home

June 16, 2010

Yeah, I know. I haven't been in a while. I've been writing for a local newspaper for the last year, and I was concerned about overlap. I couldn't publish what I wrote there here. But I have two more columns left for them, so I figure I can come back to where I started on my merry way. I'm glad to be back. And my mileage still varies. But nothing else seems to. So let us return to the place where I can say what I want, cuss when I want, write about what I want, even if it's stupid. Enjoy the ride.