One Cranky Pussycat
My, I am a cranky pussycat this morning. So, five random things:
1. Bless the Princess. While watching a cartoon history of the US (Uncle Sam showing Porky Pig why the Pledge of Allegiance is important) she says, “Why aren’t there any women in this? They shoudl at least be telling their brothers and husbands goodbye.”
My response? “Well, history’s mostly written by men, honey. They don’t focus too much on women.”
“Well, that’s nuts.” A complete change of subject. “Are they British?” (pointing at the marching militiamen on the screen.)
“The funny thing is, the American Revolution started because people over here wanted their rights as British citizens.”
“Huh…” Another long pause. “I’d better get a few books about this.”
*containing my glee* “I guess so, honey.”
2. A friend’s LJ contained some thoughts on weight and appearance issues this morning. I don’t dress traditionally, and since the weight has started to melt off (very little of it is my doing; I’ve just changed my coping strategy from food to Other Things and my body is normalizing) I’ve been the subject of…well, attention. From people who seem to consider me attractive. Which kicks a lot of my assumptions about myself right square in the nuts. It’s been…weird.
I have only two things to say: Diet’s first three letters are a warning! is the first. And the second is, yes, the weight-loss industry is worth billions. IF there was a “magic bullet” that would turn one into an underweight sitcom star or rail-thin model, the entire industry would tank overnight. I am much more inclined to agree with Susan Powter than anyone else when it comes to weight and food. She may be nuts, but she’s HONEST nuts, and low on the bullshit factor. You know we had the same hairdresser briefly? I actually met her and had no idea who she was. She was a firecracker, man. On all the time.
Anyway, the whole thing is a crack-up. It’s meant to separate women from their money and since we only earn seventy cents on the $%&#ing dollar a man earns, I’m not buying it. Period.
3. I know affirmations are silly, but they really seem to work for me. Now let’s see if I can remember to use them.
4. Gmail tried to give me a recipe for Spam Strudel.
*shudder*
5. Today the Princess and I start reading The Hound of the Baskervilles together. Much fun will be had by all.
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