Dr. Laura

Was driving home yesterday and Dr. Laura was on the radio.  A woman called in about letting her mother-in-law have their infant daughter for the day every Friday.   She didn’t like it and wanted to tell the m.i.l. that she couldn’t; but that she could visit for an hour or 2.   When she said that her husband didn’t want to do that, Dr. Laura told her that it didn’t matter what he wanted because it was her ultimate decision because the child came out of her body.

That just ticks me off.  Women really do think of men as lesser creatures.  They are basically sperm donors and that’s all.  Even if the man is a good man and takes his fatherly duties seriously; he still is always subservient to the woman’s wants and choices.

My first reaction to Dr. Laura would be, “So, if a woman wants to eat her babies, it’s her choice and the man has nothing to say about it?”

I know that Dr. Laura stands up for men and tells women that they treat them badly.  But, that “man as second class to women” attitude is still sitting under the surface all the time and comes out ever so often when a woman says something like that.

It stinks……. reeks of misandry.

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Fisher Revisited

Was talking with G.G. the other night about Fisher singing a few commercials.  Here’s the latest one.

CVS — Ordinary Miracle

It’s a version of the song which another favorite of mine — Sarah McLachlan — did for the soundtrack of “Charlotte’s Web”.

I found Fisher — and became acquainted with them — because of the song “I Will Love You”.

I found a video of it on YouTube, also.

I Will Love You


***Update 08/13/2014***
Due to the unprofessional, rude, and hateful behavior directed at me from both Kathy and Ron, I have decided I will no longer recommend them, nor purchase any more of their music.

You do what you feel comfortable with; just as I am.

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Real Life Wardrobe “Malfunctions”

Ok… so I thought for a moment to title this post “Real Life Nipples”. But, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  :->  Anyway…..

I mentioned a woman the other day that is a client of mine whom I felt an odd sort of “connection” and comfort around. I have had that sort of feeling around only a few women in my whole life.  It’s at a different level than normal interactions with people. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s not just imagination combined with pheromones. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s a spiritual thing. There are other times that I see a woman that is so visually appealing to me that I simply want to stare; just like I would stare at a beautiful car or work of art.  It is like your senses just want to continue taking in as much as you can. But, we can’t because of the nature of today’s society; it is automatically taken that you are some leering pervert ready to commit a sexual attack.   Sometimes, they have a certain sexiness… a physical attraction. Sometimes, it’s a combination of these things. This woman in question has the beauty to go along with the comfortable feeling. 

I have always been a man who believes that you treat women respectfully. Even if you are attracted to them, you don’t do things that make them uncomfortable.  I think you don’t stare at a woman’s breasts, for instance.   I’m the type of person who thinks when a woman might expose or start to expose something, that you avert your eyes. Even if you would *like* to see…. it’s not respectful.  If they start to show a thong, for instance, you don’t make crude comments and leer.  If they start to lean over and show their bra/breasts, you look away. 

Well… this particular woman likes to lean over the desk… in not so closed tops.  I’ve been sitting and she has leaned over the desk to talk.   I have been standing… and she has leaned over the desk to talk.  Sometimes, when someone is looking your way and you are trying to look them in the eye, the peripheral vision picks up things; which draws your attention to them and your eyes try to center on them. So, my instinct is to avert.  Call me old fashioned… or a prude…. or socially inept… whatever.

But, the other night, I think she noticed it.   Probably because of my distracted mind processing the situation and my speech at the same time.   I was trying to talk to her when she leaned over the desk.  I looked at her eyes…. looked to the computer… kept talking… looked back… she was still leaning… looked to the computer while talking… looked back and she was crouched down behind the desk in a more upright position.

In those situations, the brain is trying to process information too much at once. Part is saying, “So… your cpu is trying to process all of this information at once and the memory is…..” Part is saying, “Look at her eyes.  Don’t look down! Be respectful.  Look away!  She’ll see you looking!  Don’t…..” The other part is saying, “Look down!  You know you wanna!”  The curiosity part is saying, “I wonder…. why is she bending over that far?  Does she realize her shirt is that loose?   Hmm… is that Victoria’s Secret?”  Part is wondering about the whole human animal psyche and processing the myriad of intriguing and silly ways in which we interact.  (Which reminds me of a bikini incident.)

So… it’s brain overclocking at it’s best.

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The Gold Digger Returns

Awhile back there was a bit of controversy on a blog I commented on.  The blog is by a young woman who writes about guns and 2nd amendment issues as well as general, current events and personal events.

She made a post that made her sound like a gold digger and I commented on the fact.   That started a lot of insults directed at me from her and people who frequent her blog.  It was old news and was a dead topic.   So, Friday she made a dig at me with a new post.   She was posting about the recent news about billionaire Richard Branson and found it necessary to post:

I know this is likely going to end up in a fight about whether or not I’m a gold digging slut willing to leave Sebastian at the slightest hint of more money simply because I’m a woman and I mention the word billionaire, but who cares.  (I’m too tired to look for the last billionaire post,
but who the hell knew that looking for a missing shoe matched the suit I happened to be wearing to meet a billionaire for business would turn into accusations that I’m looking for a sugar daddy. Anyway…)

With this post, she mischaracterized the original posting.   This post makes it sound like she was posting about a general suit being worn for an actual business meeting for an actual billionaire.  Of course, the original posting didn’t.

At the time, she kept calling into question my mental stability and emotional stability; and said I got the impression I did because I have “serious issues”.   This time, when I replied, she said, “I really hate to say it, but I think you’re projecting some serious issues.”   Isn’t that cute?  Not only is she concerned for me, but she’s also a psychic psychologist.    So, I responded that she doesn’t hate to say it.  That she has said it enough that she should at least admit that she likes saying it.

And she says that my asking other people what they thought of it was irrelevant because they don’t count.  I’m not quite sure why.  But, she said “your friends” (which I didn’t even specify who I asked) who saw one post “don’t count.”  And she falsely stated that I was the only one “out of everyone who reads this blog” who “read into it that I was hunting a billionaire.”    Well…. I know and she knows… that I wasn’t the only one.

But, she’ll never admit it because it would require that she admit the shallow, carnal thoughts that go through her mind.  That won’t happen.

The next post was about her looking for a Halloween costume.  So, I suggested a gold-digger costume since she brought it up.  I mean…. after all…. she has the suit and shoes. 

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Love Comes Slowly

I was thinking about the balloons again today.  I saw a report today that was written prior to the funeral which said there was a planned release for the daughter to send a balloon up to her daddy.

Expanding on the idea of love departing slowly, I thought that it is as important for love to grow slowly.  There is a movie and book series titled “Love Comes Softly”; which is about the idea that love is something that grows as you learn about someone.  I find that “love at first sight” is a myth.  Although the hopeless romantic in me would like to believe that it’s possible for two souls to recognize the goodness in the other instantly and be drawn to a common existence, it’s not realistic to believe in it.   I used to even want it to be true that it could exist.   I think that lust grows quickly; but… love grows slowly.  I have experienced the slow growth in myself of a love for someone.  It was a good, strong, and true love.

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See what happens when you ramble?

See what happens when you ramble?  I completely forgot the part of the “Writing and Riding” post about riding. So, the title seems to not quite fit somehow.  🙂

I wanted to take the motorcycle out and had sort of planned on it.   But, I just didn’t feel like going.  I wasn’t feeling my best.  So, I decided not to go and to get a few small things around here finished.  I just listened to my “little voice”, I guess.

I sent an email to the one tattoo place that is up around Cleveland.  I wanted them to give me an estimate and work up my idea.  They require $50 to work up the art.   He said, “Stop in when you’re ready.”   I don’t want to stop in to get the art work started.  I want to “stop in” when I am ready for the actual tat to be done.  I don’t mind paying the $50 if it results in good artwork.  But, in this day of technology, it shouldn’t be necessary to stop in just for the artwork to be started.

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