JOFFREY SLAPPED FOR TEN MINUTES.

PURE AWESOMENESS.



REMEMBER THAT BOOK THE SECRET, WHERE YOU CONCENTRATE AND VISUALIZE AND CHANNEL ALL OF YOUR ENERGY INTO MAKING THE THING YOU WANT, BECOME YOUR REALITY?
CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS, CAN’T LOSE.

REMEMBER THAT BOOK THE SECRET, WHERE YOU CONCENTRATE AND VISUALIZE AND CHANNEL ALL OF YOUR ENERGY INTO MAKING THE THING YOU WANT, BECOME YOUR REALITY?

CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS, CAN’T LOSE.


HEY NORTH CAROLINA LEGISLATORS, IMMA LET YOU FINISH BUT…….

I am terrible at getting the thoughts and ideas I have in my head out on to paper. And I’ve never claimed to have a deep or nuanced understanding of politics. But the idea that I live in a country, where the word “freedom” is worn like a badge of pride yet doesn’t allow its citizens the “freedom” to love whomever they choose makes me angry and confused.

I’ve never understood why anyone would be so vehemently opposed to homosexuality. The problem is that many people can’t divorce the word “sex” from homosexuality. Sure sex is fantastic and we all love to have it, but it doesn’t singularly define who we are as a human being. Sex is just one facet of any relationship. A heterosexual couple is no more defined by the sloppy, drunk sex they had after that New Year’s Eve party, than the gay couple who had sloppy, drunk sex after that Labor Day BBQ.

Love, whether it’s between two people with the same parts, two people with different parts, or two people with both parts, is still love. There are so many other aspects to loving someone that have nothing to do with sex- the way they laugh at your terrible jokes, the way they let you have the last slice of pizza, the way they sing off key in the car,  etc, etc……

This is why the arguments against gay marriage have never held weight for me. Straight people marry for all types of reasons that have nothing to do with love. In fact some married couples should never have tied the knot to begin with. Sky high divorce rates and spousal abuse seem far more damaging to the sanctity of marriage than two men or two women in a long-term loving relationship.

The idea that people believe they have the right to deride or legislate against a type of loving relationship that doesn’t fit into their scope of normalcy is so deeply and fundamentally disturbing. As a heterosexual woman, I’ve had more than my share of terrible, dysfunctional relationships and a handful of absolutely lovely ones. To think that someone could sit in Congress and debate the validity of those relationships and whether or not I should be denied basic, fundamental rights because of them seems like such a perversion of justice, that I cannot even wrap my mind around it.

But sadly there are still people in this country who think it is their right to define what is and isn’t normal. The voters of North Caroline passed legislation this week that defined marriage “solely as a union between a man and a woman”.  I don’t have any desire to get married and maybe never will. But if I choose to, I am afforded all of the rights and legal protections that come along with that.  Under this legislation, homosexual couples in committed, long-term relationships can be denied the simple right of visiting their partner in the hospital. How does that protect the sanctity of marriage?

An article on the Huffington Post about the North Carolina amendment passage quoted several of its supporters, voicing the belief that marriage should be defined by biblical scripture and not by the existence of love:

Tami Fitzgerald, who heads the pro-amendment group Vote FOR Marriage NC, said she believes the initiative awoke a silent majority of more active voters in the future.

“I think it sends a message to the rest of the country that marriage is between one man and one woman,” Fitzgerald said at a celebration Tuesday night. “The whole point is simply that you don’t rewrite the nature of God’s design based on the demands of a group of adults.”

I’m not a deeply religious person, but I am a person of faith; and I’d like to think that if God exists, he would celebrate love and not rail against its existence.  Because if we believe that God gave us the capacity to love one another, it would seem contradictory that he would put restrictions and conditions on that love.  And maybe if people stopped trying to use God as a way to divide each other, they could love each other the way he loves all of them…..unconditionally.  


MOST OF MY LIFE IS A SERIES OF SOCIAL HUMILIATIONS AND UNCOORDINATED MISHAPS. BUT FOR 4 MINUTES ON THE TREADMILL EVERYDAY, LISTENING TO THIS SONG, I’M A BAD ASS MOTHERFUCKER……IN MY OWN MIND.


If only the strong undercurrent of passive aggressive energy coursing throughout this office could somehow be harnessed into an alternative fuel source. I could save so much money on gas that I might finally be able to afford a bra from Victoria’s Secret.

AND I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE, BUT THAT WEIRD BLACK OUTLINE OF A HUMAN BODY ON THE GROUND WAS SLIGHTLY WORRISOME TO ME.

AND I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE, BUT THAT WEIRD BLACK OUTLINE OF A HUMAN BODY ON THE GROUND WAS SLIGHTLY WORRISOME TO ME.


DEAR MR. SENDAK,
THANK YOU FOR FILLING MY CHILDHOOD WITH A PASSIONATE LOVE FOR BOOKS AND DAYDREAMING. MAY YOUR YOUR MAGIC AND WONDER LIVE ON FOREVER.
REST IN PEACE.

DEAR MR. SENDAK,

THANK YOU FOR FILLING MY CHILDHOOD WITH A PASSIONATE LOVE FOR BOOKS AND DAYDREAMING. MAY YOUR YOUR MAGIC AND WONDER LIVE ON FOREVER.

REST IN PEACE.


SHAKEN NOT STIRRED

I won’t say my foray into amateur cocktail mixology was a failure; I’m still convinced there is a market for my trademark Citron Limoncello Barefoot Bubbly Champagne Cocktail with Muddled Week Old Farmer’s Market Blueberries (move over Bethany Frankel). However, I probably should have stopped at one.  The ABV might have been slightly high which would explain a trio of bad decisions that included mainlining a bag of pita chips, watching this movie, and falling asleep with my contacts in (still trying to locate them from the deep recesses of my ocular cavities). But I guess I should thank the Lemony Lickett™ for bringing this image into my life.


A CASE OF THE TUESDAYS

SUPERVISOR: Hello team. Are we all ready to take on these new policy changes!

ME: Maybe it’s time to address the elephant in the room that is [Co-worker X]’s insistence on wearing cargo shorts.

SUPERVISOR: The other departments are looking to us for an example on adapting our workflow by incorporating these additional elements.

ME: His body is already unfortunate enough when it’s shrouded in fabric. Now we’re forced to endure the visual assault of his milky white, chicken legs.

SUPERVISOR: We should have all the major kinks worked out within a day or two so everything flows seamlessly from then out.

ME: I mean seriously, it’s like I’m sitting across from Powder over here. But then again, if memory serves, Powder had a pretty tight set of abs. I mean sure he occasionally got struck by lightning and couldn’t really grow eyebrows; but he wasn’t an unpleasant and aggressively bald, middle-aged man with a predatory ability to seek out free donuts.

SUPERVISOR: Let’s show them that we can take the lead on this.

ME: If I could just get another partition for my cubicle, it would at least cut the glare coming off of those things so I can work in peace.

SUPERVISOR: I know we can do this, guys. Our team is the strongest and most efficient, so let’s prove that!

ME: What ever happened to that Powder actor anyway? Aside from the no hair, lightning rod, albino thing he was kind of easy on the eyes. Hey did you guys see they raised the vending machine prices by a quarter? WTF?