"Basically, my radiation ate your thyroid." It's the radiation oncologist. "Actually, it usually happens before now." Cancer...she just keeps on giving. Do I cheer mine lasted longer under the radiative onslaught that devours female thyroids? Can we get a hip-hip? Actually, I'm happy with the news. As all the cancer girls know, when something is… Continue reading She Just Keeps On Giving…
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Eat Pizza and Annoy Men…
For some reason this little tidbit, circulating for a while, only just hit my desk. Biological chickens of the female variety have a private Instagram called, "Gals," in which we exchange interesting fare we find searching about when we're supposed to be working. Calm down bosses, it's brain food. Yesterday, Middle Chicken sends a photo… Continue reading Eat Pizza and Annoy Men…
Things We Do In Private…
Yet another thing bored feminists are up in arms about. Pfft. Call it Dorito-Gate. Yes, it's ridiculous. Yes, it's stupid. Yes, it's a marketing gimmick aimed to stir the waters. But is it a reason for twisted panties? Please. Not in the know? What do you mean--your life has deep meaning or you're solving real… Continue reading Things We Do In Private…
Again Boys?…
I wasn't going to comment. The news is having a heyday all its own. Is there need for another small time blogger piling on? That is until Matt Lauer dropped his pants and then, really, all hell broke lose and my brain exploded. Right here, on these pages, how many times have we advised the… Continue reading Again Boys?…
Octopus Mating…Premium Sleep
Did you know a male octopus rips off his penis and throws it at the female so she can inseminate herself? One of the many things on Pinterest. True or not, I've no idea. What I do know is, it's last night's thought that kept me awake. Tossing about worrying over all manner of things… Continue reading Octopus Mating…Premium Sleep
Another Birthday, Another Uterine Prolapse
9:30 PM The YaYas celebrate birthdays like no other. You remember the YaYas--a group of Scottsdale ladies pledging love and devotion to each other until death. We gather formally, not for in-depth meetings concerning the sisterhood, just pretty much to drink wine and celebrate birthdays. Today it is the belated celebratory lunch of our dear… Continue reading Another Birthday, Another Uterine Prolapse
Snap, Crackle, Pop
10:32 PM Did you ever notice when women get together, things just crackle? Whether that's good or bad depends on who's in the room. Either way, it's snap,crackle, pop. Spending more time than I should shadowing Alicia Florrick. Remember? The Good Wife took over my viewing pleasure a few weeks ago and continues a stranglehold… Continue reading Snap, Crackle, Pop
What, Exactly, Is Feminism?
Feminism is defined as, "a collection of movements and ideologues aimed at defining, establishing and defending equal political, economic and social rights for women." Seems pretty simple. To me this means I get to live my life like any man on the planet, make my own choices, excepting the part where some men are assholes… Continue reading What, Exactly, Is Feminism?
Embarrassment? Advantage Me…
I generally need little help embarrassing myself. More often than not, my mouth has a mind of its own. My opinions believe in free expression. At any given moment I may break a heel, fall on the floor for no apparent reason or have a business conversation with spinach in my teeth. That's why real… Continue reading Embarrassment? Advantage Me…
Who Loves Bread?
One of my passwords is bread. My female chickens find this humorous. Fall on the floor humorous. It was a security question--what is your favorite food? Duh. The Chickens are in Bama together last year, Roll Tide, and they want access to something requiring my password. I don't remember the password. The hint they say,… Continue reading Who Loves Bread?