I wrote a bit of sarcastic (mostly) blabberation for the BackWash Feminists in Makeup community.

Bastard

Overlook the fact that I'm not as cute as GK. You're stuck with me this time. Yes, the backseat driver is taking over. Suffer the poor reader.

As usual, I come with no point in mind. If you've ever read my column you're probably used to that by now.

What's on my mind as I type this is 'poor bastard' and 'moody bastard' just bastard in general. Have you found yourself referring to one or more men in your life as a bastard? I have. It's kind of amazing how much better saying one word can make you feel. Don't believe me? Try it.

Think of the one you love, yeah, that guy. Now call him a bastard. (Not to his face or in his hearing, that just takes all the fun out of it when he gets all peeved and you have to listen to the bastard bitch about you for an hour. What a mood killer, eh?). You can even pick a subspecies of bastard. My personal favourite is moody bastard, but to each her own.

The trick is that you have to say it out loud. No whispered or thought only bastard allowed. It doesn't work if you hide it. Go ahead, say it a few times. Give it a flourish!

It really does work. Of course, it doesn't change anything, he's still a bastard. But, it does make you feel like you're giving the bastard a little of his own bastardy back.

Damn bastard!

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agingyoungrebel

I love and respect both you and GK as the persons you are. I've never thought about who would be "cuter" (although I have to admit I had naughtier thoughts about the Ladies over on the "red side")...

Your "blabberation" is REALLY feminist, because it can be used by both sexes (= equality!) if "bastard" is substituted by "bitch" (or something similar). Anyway, I had a good laugh with it.

Sometimes the days are like the ocean. They roll and wave together to be lost in the depths.

Labour Day today. I'm not working at the store but I'm about to start making apple pies with my Mom. The rest of them are coming to eat the pies, they almost never, ever come to make the pies. Neither Mom or I feel like making pies today.

Anyway, I guess I will have time to be alone later. I did get out shopping for the groceries but somehow that doesn't seem to count.

Sometimes it takes perseverance to find what you are looking for online. Usually I have good luck with that. The secret is finding just the right term/ phrase to search for. Once you hit it right you will have tons of links to sift through. Meanwhile you have tons of dross to try to figure out.

Tonight I'm looking for a business which makes jewellry (necklaces, earrings, etc) out of wood, seeds and anything else along those natural Earthy lines. I found a site which falls into Kareems interests. "For snorters, smokers and sex maniacs" Not that Kareem is a sex maniac, as far as I know. :)

Anyway, still looking for my own link. That seed jewelry, you know.

I saw Uptown Girls. It was great, much better than I was expecting it to be. One of those "I laughed, I cried" movies when I had been expecting some high school teenie booper movie. I thought it would just be fun but it was a lot better than just fun.

http://www.mgm.com/uptowngirls/