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The above was on top of my Gmail this morning. An ad supported by Google. An ad that abuses and preys on a commonly known problem for women. An ad that calls women ugly. An ad that sells based on bringing misery. What kind of trash is that for Google to pull? I was surprised they would run an ad like that. I thought Google was progressive and making an effort to have tolerance for race, religion, gender. I guess that only applies in some cases.

It’s so easy for advertisers to target women. We grow up being told how ugly our bodies are. How we need to put so much work into being presentable. Keep yourself pretty from your toes to the top of your head. Heaven forbid she might be human and not smell lovely one day, she might not have white enough teeth, her eyebrows might be a bit bushy, her left nostril might be a millimetre larger than the right nostril. Advertisers have been picking on women as a means of selling for generations. It’s time for it to stop. Google should know better and I really thought they were trying to do better than something backhanded like that.

Valentines Day is approaching. Your lover does not want a new coffee machine, even if he or she really does need one. Some people (mainly men it seems) get into a flap about February 14th, saying it’s too much pressure. Other people (mainly women) get sad around this time of the year. They say they are just tired of being alone and ignored. Someone really needs to put these men and women together.

Men think they are being shafted cause they have to come up with some brilliant and romantic gift/ event/ date. It’s really not that tough. If she is one of those women who really does expect too much maybe you’re just dating the wrong kind of woman. Consider some other single woman. Don’t take this the wrong way but what about looking closer to you, single sisters, widowed Mothers. Instead of pleasing the unpleasable woman in your love life give a few thoughts and a bit of chocolate, maybe even a pretty card to the women in your family.

Women… now don’t look at me like that. I am of the same species. I would love a romantic Valentines Day too. But, have you really lost your mind? Are you expecting him to just ‘know’ what you want? If there is something you really want make it simple and leave him a note with exact instructions about colour, size, etc. Men like having a shopping list rather than feeling hung out to dry.

On the other side of that are the single women who wish they had the prospect of a romantic day. Get over it lovely lady. Create your own day. So what if you are alone? Make it a day for yourself. Plan ahead and decide what you really would like to be doing today. How about treating yourself to a weekend at a Bed & Breakfast? How about buying a bag full of delightful smelling stuff from The Body Shop topped off with a bag of your favourite coffee beans from The Second Cup. Treat yourself the way you want to be treated. Have no shame in being alone. If you weren’t alone you’d have to share the bed, the remote control and clean up once he’s done in the bathroom. There are good things about having a selfish Valentines Day all to yourself. If you really must have company invite over a crowd of grrls and make a sleepover out of it. Have fun.

Yet again I have escaped death! How you may wonder… did I dive with sharks or something adventurous like that. Why no, I crossed the street, with the lights at a well marked pedestrian crosswalk on a clear day. I was even wearing a red coat, almost a bonus stop sign for anyone tempted to drive over me.

I did not get hurt, much. The car went through a red light after the other cars had all stopped. After the pedestrian stick figure light was on, I noticed a car coming from the other side. I assumed it would stop as the other cars had. It didn’t stop, it didn’t even slow down much after it bumped into me and pushed me down into the yucky snow and road salt. My first thought was how much I’d like a handy rock to whip through his/ her back window. Just to help them notice me. Then I looked to get the licence plate but it was too far by the time my brain remembered to use common sense.

Afterwards, after I went back in, changed and missed my bus. After the weekend, I looked up a bit about pedestrians hit by cars. I was really lucky. It seems rare that a pedestrian walks away from being hit. I still consider it being hit, even though I did not end up under the car or flying through the air watching my blood spray the snow. I’m angry. Did you know how many people are killed by a car each day in your town? More than you think, most don’t even make the news any more. I don’t think that’s a good thing. I don’t consider it careless driving either. Whoever was driving that car didn’t care, true. But to call that careless is putting a happy face on something that could have been a nightmare for me and/ or my family.

I like thinking about the possibilities without having to know or consider all the cold, hard facts. I like thinking about time travel, robots, aliens and my favourite… how civilization staggers upright after an end of the world catastrophe. It’s all creative ideas. True, it should grounded in facts somewhere along the way. But that doesn’t mean it has to be taken 100% seriously either. It should make your mind work, make you wonder.

If you could time travel where would you go, past or future? One of the things that bugs me most about eventually dying is not being here. Think of all the things I will be missing. It’s so unfair. That’s why I would go into the future. I want to see what gets invented. Like reading ahead to see how a really good book ends. Only, we assume, there really is no end to this story.

I want to believe in aliens too. It just seems silly to think that of all the stars and all those planets we are the only one capable of supporting life. Quite likely we are arrogant enough to assume all that life is very much like our own, breathing air, washing in water and walking around on land. What if life really was something that would fry our brain cells just trying to understand it.

Other stuff, like the paranormal interests me too. I’d like to think dragons are out there. I don’t believe it but I prefer to keep the possibility open. Why close that door completely if I don’t have to? Ghosts spook me, I do believe I have seen something, had some contacts in that direction. I don’t want to further those kind of contacts. I believe there is a lot we still have to learn about our own human brains and it’s very likely psychic powers are up there floating around in your very own grey matter. We just don’t know how to work it, no one has the instruction manual. Would you actually read it, if you had one?

I wouldn’t. It would kind of spoil it, to know everything and have all the answers too soon. Someday people (or whatever we become) will know the things we only wish we knew. But, we won’t be here. I wonder if there was a woman living a thousand years ago who was sitting doing her laundry one day and thinking, wishing she could take a peek into life a thousand years ahead. I wish she could be here for coffee and chat. It would be quite the conversation.

This is from my old Live Journal posts.

I have a new short hair cut, I don't like it. I miss my hair. It's too short to tie it up or clip it up or anything but let it hang where it may. I feel like I'm carrying a sleeping dog around on top of my head.

It doesn't help that I turned 42 at the end of 2006 and today I am at the very bottom of my coffee supplies. At least I can fix the coffee thing. I really do think this is as old as I should have to get now. I look ok still. I am just starting to wrinkle. The grey hairs are at the point where they are annoying but not yet really frustrating. I'd like to lose pounds but that I can do, being 42 doesn't especially make that a problem. Being 52 might and ten years doesn't seem like all that much when I consider I've lived four brackets of ten years so far and I don't feel I've really been around all that long. Just think of everything going on in the world, in the present and the past. I really will be ticked off when I die cause I won't see the future and all the changes and inventions to come. What a rip off! It's like starting a great book but having the writer tell you he isn't letting you read past the halfway point. Someone really should do something about that.

Comment from sheherazahde

![Hi,

I saw that you are the main Wicca writer for Suite101.

I do most of my journaling on LJ. and I didn't see how to get a feed from Blogger to LJ so I just friended your LJ.

We seem to a lot in common, I thought I would check you out for a while.]()