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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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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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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Adorable Man-Eating Menace

I have an adorable cat asleep on my lap as I type.  Ok….part adorable, part man eating menace.  Just as I was typing the first sentence, she must have telepathically sensed a need to re-assert her “man eating menace” role; as she reached up with both feet, wrapped them around my arm and bit.  I guess that’s what I get for imagining a “cute kitty” instead of “4 footed instrument of death.”

I’m feeling increasingly anti-social and resentful of people; both in general and specific people.  In fact, I at this time, I could make a fairly good argument that people are just a disgusting infestation of the Earth.

Desired By Porno Scammer Scum

Apparently, I’m an outcast.  On my personal blogs, other than one friend, people rarely comment on my posts…. and apparently never read them; considering that I posted a simple poll on one of them which had no responses at all.

My cousin sent me a link to Hi5 and I signed up there.  A band I know is on Myspace, so I signed up there.  Somehow I ended up with a Friendster link so I signed up there.  The only place I get friend requests or messages (and even responses to my requests) is on Myspace from bands.  They are always looking for more publicity and fans.  Other than that, I get nothing but porno spammer scum trying to contact me.

And a couple people that know me wonder why my outlook on life is such as it is.

So very sad.

I’ve just been informed over on LJ that I have intruded where I’m not wanted. This revelation came about because of a disagreement with someone I thought was a friend.  Because of my posts to LJ about the situation her husband — my lifelong friend — has informed me that I’m an intruder into their lives.So, the only thing to do is to remove myself from the lives of those who don’t want me in their lives.  I’m sitting here so upset and in tears as I write this.  I came home this evening from the store (where I found Christmas gifts for my friend) only to find out that he thinks I have intruded where I’m not wanted.  By asking someone how they are doing, I am an intruder.  That shows the level to which I am not wanted in their lives, so I will have to accept that and remove myself from their lives.

It so hurts.  It’s so sad.

Do You Ever Think Of Me?

Some lyrics which often represent my thoughts and feelings.

Do you ever think of me, Do I ever cross your mind,Do you ever ask yourself, What’s he doing tonight. There’s this crazy thing in my head, I don’t know if it’s true,Whenever you’re thinking ’bout me,I’m thinking ’bout you. Do you ever think of me,Just out of the blue,When you’re just sitting around,With nothing to do. Do you ever think of me,When you wake in the night,Feeling like you’re in a dream,When you open your eyes.

At my window sad and lonely,Oft times do I think of thee Sad and lonely and I wonder Do you ever think of me? Every day is sad and lonely Every night is sad and blue Do you ever think of me my darling As you sail that ocean blue? At my window, sad and lonely, I stand and look across the sea. I, sad and lonely,Wonder, do you ever think of me? Will you find another sweetheart In some far and distant land? Sad and lonely now I wonder if Our boat will ever land? Ships may ply the stormy ocean Planes may fly the stormy sky Sad and lonely but remember I will love you till I die — woody guthrie 1939

I wanted your love , but look what its done to me All my dreams have come to nothing Who would have believed All the laughter that we shared would be a memory I cannot count the tears you’ve cost me If I could have seen And do you ever think of me And how we used to be? Oh , I know you’re somewhere else right now And loving someone else no doubt Well I’m one for sorrow Ain’t it too too bad Are you breaking someone else’s heart’cos you’re taking my love where you are Well I’m one for sorrow Ain’t it too bad about us I wanted your love , but I got uncertainty I tried so hard to understand you All the good it did me Now the places that we knew remind of how we were Everything is just the same But all I feel is hurt And do you ever think of me And how we used to be?