Category Archives: Rants

think before you wear

feminism is stupid.

I’m not going to restrict myself to the boundaries of any stereotypical classification.

I am a woman. I have some feminist opinions, and some that one could call chauvinist.

Like several other women, I despise being objectified.

But unlike this feminism movement, where ‘Women can dress however they like, and it’s none of your business’ or ‘you gawking or cat-calling a scantily clad woman is your error, and not hers’; I think the way a women chooses to cover herself has shit tons to do with whether she is shamed, objectified, stared at, or what have you.

If you dress in a low cut shirt that shows a substantial amount of cleavage, a crop top that shows your perfectly toned stomach, or a skirt that your butt cheeks are visible in; you are screaming to be objectified.

When you dress yourself, and look in the mirror to give the ‘final OK,’ and your main thought is “Would you fuck me? Because I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard”; well what the hell do you think every person that encounters you for the rest of the day will be thinking? It’s not their fault that they have sexual thoughts about you. It’s yours. You don’t go to a strip club and rehash last night’s CSPAN conversation topics in your head do you? You are showing too much of your body and leaving nothing to the imagination. You are inviting everyone with the ability to look at you to fuck you in their minds.

We live in a society where it really is fair game to wear whatever you want. But just about every outfit you wear comes with its own set of consequences.

If you dress sexy, you will be sexualized. If you dress like a librarian, or like a member of the Duggar family, chances are people are not going to think sick thoughts about you in their mind.

You may not like dressing conservatively, but if you dislike others undressing you with their eyes, you have to decide which you dislike more: Turtlenecks and mom jeans, or slimy creeps burning laser beam glances all over your ass and tits.

Personally, I dislike slimy creeps more, so you will rarely find me wearing attire that I can be objectified in.

It’s a simple concept really.

It just requires a brain. And the ability to reason.

If you’re fishing in the sea for a potential mate, and you dress like you are slobbering between your thighs, well the target audience will be reduced to those with small minds that probably will use you for one thing and throw you out like yesterdays sale papers. If you want to attract a respectable person that will appreciate all of your attributes, have some class and put on some damn clothes.

If you are one of these types of women that enjoy being objectified, and your self worth is wrapped up in your fuckability, then go ahead and knock yourself out, Sister! You are a much more likely target of a rape crime. Congratulations. Go preach your “free the nipple” (but don’t you dare stare!) bullshit elsewhere, because I am not buying it.


This is why your biblical argument against LGBT rights is invalid.

Sodom & Gomorrah remnants

The Story of Sodom and Gomorrah.

I am posting the story straight from the NIV version of the bible below my short (although sweet) rant.
Why do Right-wing Conservative Christians use this passage of text to equate America, where LGBT rights are accelerating into existence, with this old town of Sodom?
Now that gay marriage is legal, it is still very, very different than Sodom and Gomorrah.
Let’s explore.
These two angels went to visit Lot, and Lot tried to get them to not stay with him that night. They insisted, and when the night came, “all the men in the town” came to Lot’s door demanding for him to present the angels so they could all run the train on them.
Lot said “No! Have my virgin daughters instead.” The men of Sodom said “No, we want those men,” and then told him to get out of their way.
Then the angels pulled Lot back in the house, and told him to notify his family to GTFO and not look back because they were going to pulverize that city.
Lot told his family,  they didn’t take him seriously and stayed, and Lot himself tried to stay in his beloved city of rape torture. The Angels grabbed him and his wife and daughters and they GTFO’ed, except his wife turned around for one more look at the city and she was turned into a pillar of salt.
End of Story.
Let’s talk about America. Let’s talk about our rights, and our laws, and what is considered a crime, and what little it takes to get locked up in jail.
If you had a male friend over, angel or not, and your entire neighborhood men came to your door demanding to rape your male friend, what would happen?
In ANY TOWN IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, you could call the cops, they would be there rather shortly to arrest all the gay men for attempted rape. Be honest with yourself, and use your brain, please.
Just because gay people in consensual relationships can now have the same slip of government letterhead(and tax/insurance benefits) as heterosexual couples, does not mean that America is ANYTHING LIKE Sodom and Gomorrah.
Sounds to me like Sodom was a big ol’ town of rape.
When the Supreme court rules it legal for Gang Rape to occur, we will then pick this subject back up and discuss it more then.
Until then, quit using the story of Sodom and Gomorrah to justify your hatred against people that have sex in a different hole than you or use a penis made out of something other than human flesh.
Here is the exact story for anyone who is not up-to-par with it. (Or if you heard it once in Sunday School twenty years ago and are a little bit fuzzy on the details.)

Sodom and Gomorrah Destroyed

19 The two angels arrived at Sodom in the evening, and Lot was sitting in the gateway of the city. When he saw them, he got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground. “My lords,” he said, “please turn aside to your servant’s house. You can wash your feet and spend the night and then go on your way early in the morning.”

“No,” they answered, “we will spend the night in the square.”

But he insisted so strongly that they did go with him and entered his house.He prepared a meal for them, baking bread without yeast, and they ate.Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house. They called to Lot, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them.”

Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing. Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don’t do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.”

“Get out of our way,” they replied. “This fellow came here as a foreigner, and now he wants to play the judge! We’ll treat you worse than them.” They kept bringing pressure on Lot and moved forward to break down the door.

10 But the men inside reached out and pulled Lot back into the house and shut the door. 11 Then they struck the men who were at the door of the house, young and old, with blindness so that they could not find the door.

12 The two men said to Lot, “Do you have anyone else here—sons-in-law, sons or daughters, or anyone else in the city who belongs to you? Get them out of here, 13 because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the Lordagainst its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it.”

14 So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who were pledged to marry[a]his daughters. He said, “Hurry and get out of this place, because the Lord is about to destroy the city!” But his sons-in-law thought he was joking.

15 With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, “Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished.”

16 When he hesitated, the men grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the Lord was merciful to them. 17 As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!”

18 But Lot said to them, “No, my lords,[b] please! 19 Your[c] servant has found favor in your[d] eyes, and you[e] have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can’t flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I’ll die. 20 Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it—it is very small, isn’t it? Then my life will be spared.”

21 He said to him, “Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. 22 But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it.” (That is why the town was called Zoar.[f])

23 By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. 24 Then theLord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens. 25 Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. 26 But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.

27 Early the next morning Abraham got up and returned to the place where he had stood before the Lord. 28 He looked down toward Sodom and Gomorrah, toward all the land of the plain, and he saw dense smoke rising from the land, like smoke from a furnace.

29 So when God destroyed the cities of the plain, he remembered Abraham, and he brought Lot out of the catastrophe that overthrew the cities where Lot had lived.

prerequisites for having your first child.


You have mostly free time on your hands. Time you have absolutely nothing to do, and wish there was something to tie up most of your waking hours every single day. Boredom isn’t NEARLY as fun as a huge list of responsibilities that you’d be criminalized for if you ignored.

You have extra money and nothing to do with it. A LOT of extra money, that you wish you had a black hole in your wallet to consume this surplus of cash you’re sitting on.

You have no friends already, or a lot of friends that you spend time with and wish you didn’t. You don’t like them anymore and are ready to get rid of them. You need a valid, constant excuse for blowing them off/severing your friendships.

You don’t have anything to worry about. You wish you did have something to worry about, that way you’d feel like you had a purpose or feel important. Either way, you wish you worried A LOT more about something, constantly.

You enjoy your meals in their entirety from beginning to finish. This bothers you, because you enjoy making/eating your meals, savoring their fresh taste, without any interruptions, and you wish you had something to break it up so you could take longer to shovel in a bite here and there whilst tied up doing something else, that is perceived as more important than your meal.

It’s too quiet in your house. There is just too much time that is not filled with an audio soundtrack that makes many people want to jump off a cliff. You wish you had this soundtrack, you’d play it on repeat, every single day, with every single thing that you did. When this track was silenced, you would audio hallucinate that you heard this track, though it would be a figment of your imagination, haunting you, until the next time you heard it.

You don’t do enough laundry. You only have a couple loads per week, tops, and you love it so much you wish you could do twice as much. This includes folding/hanging up/putting up/buying detergent and fabric softener sheets.

You don’t do enough dishes. You wish you had several more containers to wash every time you do the dishes. More than that, you wish you had more intricate tiny dishes that have several pieces and parts that need a tiny dish brush that required you to hand wash up in, and if you don’t, the dishwasher will not get them clean for you.

You don’t generally clean your house enough. Everyone knows that the cleaner your house is the less you get sick. You keep it sparkling, and wish you had a reason to clean it more often, and more in-depth.

You don’t get sick enough. You only get sick with the sniffles about once a year, and this just won’t do. You enjoy being sick, and enjoy going through boxes of tissues and cold medicines, and wish you had more fevers and visits to the doctor. If only your immune system could just self-destruct.

Your life is too fun. You go on several adventures, hiking, skiing, camping, kayaking, traveling, eating out, wine tastings, museums, laser tag, picnics, vacations, clubbing, partying, dancing, singing, fishing, golfing, etc. etc. that all happens outside of the home, and you’re sick of it. You want to have all further adventures, at least for the next two years, inside of the home.

Lastly, and most importantly, You don’t have enough cuteness in your life. You swoon over puppies, or kitties, or other peoples’ babies in public places, and wish you had something that cute to look at on a regular basis. Your partner is cute to look at, but definitely not in the way a baby is.

“I’m not racist, but …………”‏

multicultural-children“If you take the skin off, we’re all the same color on the inside” -some random audience member of a Maury episode

I live in the South. In the Piedmont of North Carolina to be exact. The title of this entry is a statement you hear A LOT down here. I was raised by people that use that statement A LOT. I was threatened by my parents to be kicked out of their house for dating a brown person. Asians and Hispanics were ok, but not brown.

I’ve read a lot of anti-racist articles and blogs, from people that weren’t SURROUNDED by racism. I am 100% ANTI-RACIST. This would include dating/marriage/one night stands, you name it. I hate racism and it unsettles me to my core. I cringe when I hear someone say “I’m not racist, but I don’t date black people,” or, “I’m not racist, but I would be bothered if my kid grew up and married outside of their race.” What do you think that is? Partial racism? Racism has no gray area. If you would not date someone just because of the color of their skin, that is racism, and YOU are a racist.

I grew up in Southern Baptist churches. After graduation, I never regularly attended another baptist church, and don’t plan on it. There is a difference in spirituality and religion. Religion tends to be more black-and-white, rule-based, or taking the scriptures as literal. Spirituality tends to be more along the lines of “being led by the Holy Spirit,” because once you accept him, you know from WITHIN your heart what is right or wrong. You don’t need misquoted, misinterpreted bibles verses to tell you how to be.

For this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, declares the Lord: I will put my laws into their minds, and write them on their hearts, and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. Hebrews 8:10, ESV

I used to go to this little Baptist church that had a legalistic preacher. He was STRICT, and I liked him for it. I looked up to him, and took notes on every message he preached. That was until the day he preached an ENTIRE SERMON on how intermixing of races is WRONG. That entire message, my heart rate was faster, I know my face was blushed red, and I was appalled. I was in the eighth grade and 13 years old. It was an impressionable age, but not so impressionable that I would have believed something that so BLATANTLY goes against the most important, basic, overall MESSAGE of the entire BIBLE. (That would be LOVE, if you’re not know, God is love.) This message was 100% purely unbiblical, carnal, EVIL hatred. And I knew it. I stopped going to that church regularly after that.

In that disturbing message, he quoted a bunch of verses from the old testament, when God was telling the Israelites not to intermix with the Egyptians, because they did not believe in God Almighty. It really had nothing to do with their RACE. Later on, when I would ask my Grandmother (who is very racist, as is most of my family to this day, sadly) where was the bible verse to back up not intermixing with other races, she would quote this one:

Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? 2 Corinthians 6:14

Well, if that isn’t the most idiotic thing I had ever heard! It really makes me sick to think that there are a great number of people with the same mindset that most people had in the days of Martin Luther King, Jr. His dream, to this day, has not yet come true, because of this horrid hatred by these ignorant people.  And they wonder where the blessings of God are for America, completely BLIND to the fact that they ARE the PROBLEM, Harboring hatred in their hearts.

Racism is racism. If you would treat someone of another race ANY different than you’d treat someone of your own race, whether it be dating, the way you talk to them, the way you THINK of them, the stereotypes you’d peg them in unconsciously upon first glancing at them, being upset if your child is dating them, ANYTHING, then you are racist. Period.

And, if you are a CHRISTIAN, and racist, that is a problem. You need to re-read the bible, the part about JESUS, and see how he treated people of other races (The women at the well) and then look at his Apostles and Prophets, and how THEY treated people of other races, ( Like the Good Samaritan, he helped out a person of an ‘inferior’ race'(widely believed at that time)) and then re-evaluate your own beliefs.

I am a non-denominational Christian, and I do not see color, or race, or SEXUAL ORIENTATION, or disabilities. I see people. And, as a Christian, it is my job to love those people, and treat them all equally, with Respect. Love is what being a Christian is all about. If you hate, then you’re not a very good Christian. That’s just all there is to it.

Oh yes, everything I said about race also holds true for Sexual Orientation, and I will address that in a later entry.

Ode to Working Moms


I’ve noticed lately that there has been a really big SAHM movement, where they’re all like, “I have the most important job in the world, I deserve a pat on the back. ” Good for a stay-at-home-mother that her husband/baby’s daddy makes enough money to cover ALL the finances. Good for them, that, when they have a child, they want to center their next 5+ years around taking care of that child/other children/the house. Good for them that they have the patience to put up with that lifestyle. All in all, Good for them!

But seriously, this movement has caused a alter-feminism movement that is taking it a bit far. Everyone in today’s world LOVES to play the victim card, and use it try to gain advantages/positive opinions of others, or perhaps validation. What about the mom’s that cannot stay at home with their children all day long, every day? What about those that are married to/living with men and the total of their finances cannot be covered with Daddy’s income?

What about the women out there that, after six weeks of maternity leave, flirting with the idea of being a SAHM, they have to get back to the same ol’ routine of going to work all day, and tend to that ‘Mom stuff’ and ‘house stuff’ AFTER working all day, and before an early bedtime because they have to wake up super early and start the cycle all over again? What about the mom’s that have to spend quality time with their precious babies (that grow up SO fast, right?) AFTER working an 8 hour workday? Or have to stuff that quality time with that baby (You know, babies grow up much faster when you don’t spend 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with them) on the weekends, when all that compounding dishes/laundry/grocery-shopping/cleaning-the-filthy-house hasn’t been done all week, because they’ve been too busy trying to squeeze in making supper and quality time with baby in on weeknights? We don’t have as much ‘fun family time’ on the weekends, because that’s when the ‘work’ of a SAHM mom throughout the weekdays (when daddy’s at work making that cash!) has to then be done, by the Working Mothers (and dads). Well, I’d say, where’s the movement of the working mothers? Jeez, that may just sound like it sucks a little bit worse than having all day every day to spend with your kids and clean house, and home-make meals, because you actually have the time to clean it/time to make it.

You don’t see working mothers ganging up on posts here and there declaring that we work so hard, mainly because WE DON’T HAVE THE TIME!! There is no movement of the Working Mother’s, because we’re too busy doing what a SAHM does in 8 hours, in 3 hours, after our 8 hour working days. That would leave 0 time for scoping out passive-aggressive posts that maybe could be taken personally, TAKING them personally, and back-lashing something fierce.

You also don’t see THIS working mother needing to “take time away from the house”. I spend 40 hours a week working away from that house, so when I have ANY time I can spend away from work, I WANT TO BE AT HOME! I don’t want to go out to eat with other ladies and talk ‘girl talk’ over lattes. I want to be at HOME, with my family, that my job keeps me from all week long! I don’t want to go out to a nice restaurant to ‘unwind’, I want to take the time to make a 3 hour roast AT HOME, because weekdays do not allow time for a three-hour-roast.

All in all, my maternity leave was nice, in that it was the only 6 week period of my ENTIRE LIFE that I got to:
1. Sleep in until 8 am everyday (Yes, even with a NEWBORN)
2. Eat a nice home-cooked meal that wasn’t rushed every night
3. All the dishes/laundry/cleaning/shopping was done the entire time
4. NAPS! Everyday, whenever I felt like it
5. I enjoyed staying up late each night
6. I got that entire time with my little baby

WOULD I chose the lifestyle of a SAHM mom over my current Working Mother lifestyle, if we had the financial means? NOT in a million years! It was hard work, as in physical labor with no reward, and although I did get to see my daughter 100% of the time, absence does make the heart grow fonder. There’s also that ‘validation’ thing, where I kind of felt like a loser, because my whole life was centered around a baby at home for a month and a half.

I only feel sorry for the Working Mothers out there that work more than 40 hours a week, and/or have more than one children. Or better yet, SINGLE MOTHERS! I won’t go into all that, but MY mom was a Single Working Mother of THREE CHILDREN up until I was nine years old. I wouldn’t even want to think about how hard/monotonous this was for her.  She is a very strong woman because of this, and I commend her greatly. I would say if ANY mothers in this lifetime deserve a ‘pat on the back’ it would be SINGLE WORKING MOTHERS, because they really do have it harder than the rest of us.



I don’t have a whole hell of alot going through my head at the current time. I suppose I’ve built up a tolerance to coffee. I was blasted last night for ‘hating’ on people. If someone does something I don’t like, or disagree with, I will bitch and moan about them with udder disgust. I have been a negative person for as long as I can remember, well, since I was 16-ish, and in the last few years have been progressively worse.

I have really been trying to come out of this negative mindset slump for some time now, with much success. But oftentimes I find myself slowing going back down that road. Why do I hate on people? These people that I hate on (usually) don’t even affect me in any way! Thanks to facebook, and the ability to creep on people that you never even see or talk to, I do. I creep alot, silently following people during my days at work. Sitting in front of the computer with other things to do, but I’d prefer to creep. I guess it’s all about comparison. And most people only highlight themselves on facebook, so if I were to compare myself to someone else on there, I would be using everything I know about myself, against the highs of someone else’s timeline. That’s just not fair to me, unless the other person is really boring and sucks at life.

Then there are those that put their ENTIRE lives on facebook. Everybody knows somebody like that. I have unsubscribed to the updates of these people, as they annoy the hell out of me. It also annoys me when girls that are gorgeous with perfect figures post a million pictures of themselves in a bathing suit on the beach every summer. It’s like they are screaming for attention. There’s no need for that. You can be beautiful and have a perfect figure and NOT show it off. Just look in the mirror and feel good about yourself as opposed to waiting on lonely horny old guys to tell you how sexy you are. Seriously. Teenage girls are the absolute WORST! Millions of pictures of them in bathroom mirrors making god awful faces, and terrible fake smiles. What are they trying to gain here? Do they not believe they are beautiful already? Do they really need people to ‘like’ their photos? Someone shoot me, please. Btw, I have unsubscribed from everyone I’m friends with that have violated these things that I am complaining about.

Back when I was a teenage girl, the internet was just beginning to become popular. I spent my afternoons (that I wasn’t at work, because I had a job from the time I turned 16) on AOL Instant messenger, and pirating music from Napster. If you wanted a ‘look’ inside someone else’s world you had to click on their ‘Info,’ or chat with them. Society today is just so different than even ten years ago. Ten years ago there was such a thing as privacy. All of everyone’s personal information was not on social media sites, and I’m convinced that the smart ones in today’s age are still the ones without the social media. If you ever do anything wrong, and you have a smart phone, you’ll be tracked.

You have those people that constantly complain of pain. This hurts, I’m going to this doctor, wish me luck. That hurts, I’m going to that doctor, pray for me. Again, I’ve unsubscribed. As far as I’m concerned though, if you have a problem with something in your life, with ANYTHING that you have control over, and you’re not doing EVERYTHING you can to overcome the problem, then you have no right to complain.

Pain/medical problems do not randomly select people and haunt them. We are the cause of our own medical ailments, in the WAY WE EAT. Eating right/organic is a different blog all together, but seriously. Don’t go to the doctor with every pain and take a medicine, right after you get a Quarter Pounder from McDonalds, french fries, and a soda, then complain to the world about your medical problem. DO NOT. You don’t have the right.

Don’t eat your ‘Wheaties’ of a morning, which are infested with Genetically-Modified ingredients and artificial sweeteners/preservatives, along with Anti-biotic laden pasteurized milk, and say you eat right and don’t know why your stomach hurts. Spare the world, and educate your damn self on what eating right REALLY means. It’s not about eating an apple a day. It’s a lifestyle change. Changing the way you think about all food. THAT’s the way to become healthy. By giving your body the nutrients it needs from every little bite of food you put in your mouth. Your body has the ability to heal itself of everything that could go wrong, but if you’re putting the wrong fuel in it, it won’t do shit for you. Haha, literally, it won’t shit for you (I say this because many months ago when I switched to an organic/all natural diet, I starting shitting after about every meal. Truly healthy food has a way of cleaning your system out, and keeping it that way)

Anyhow, back to the subject….people annoy me. I am sure I annoy them. But I do not have to put up with them. I only have to put up with myself. I guess that’s one amazing thing about facebook. People go longer without seeing each other in the real dimension because you see each other in the electronic dimension every day, and are satisfied longer without their presence. Thank you facebook, for making my life easier by appeasing people that annoy me with my pictures and my statuses, so I don’t have to see them as often. And no, I don’t believe I will be going to my high school reunion. I didn’t like hardly anybody I went to school with then, and I sure as hell won’t like them now. Why waste the sixty bucks?

Pure Sexyness.


This is SEX in the form of HAIR. This hairdo is the most amazing hairdo I’ve ever seen. And it’s a mullet. I hate mullets, but not this mullet. Yeah, these men don’t need hats because they’re TOO SEXY for hats! If I were a man, I’d get my hair done this way just to get chicks. This needs to come back into style. I’m going to find a guy with this big, loose, curly-type hair that’s long and give him this. And he will need to put me in a cage after.