I have heard two people write or say, "I hate people who are not open-minded." I wonder if that is a close-minded notion, and thus the hater hates themselves and need some time with a shrink.
When I was in college, I met someone who was a prostitute. I was drunk, the rest of my friends were drunk, and we found her on the street. No, we did not employ her. She sort of wanted to scoot us away because she was "on the clock". That was random – I wanted to tell you that I have started watching a blog by someone named Justine Sane. She is not a whore. She is a stripper – and my story would have been better if I met a stripper when in college. But I didn't. I find the real lives of strippers fascinating. Sad, but fascinating. Anyway, Justine was saying that strippers without weird piercings make more money because older men (men with money) don't like them. The words Justine used seemed like she is mentoring her young friend.
Can you imagine someone being a "Stripper Life Coach"?
I have heard a lot about Super Tuesday. Some say it was last Tuesday, some the Tuesday before, and some say it is next Tuesday. I am so confused. It was so much easier when voters in the Northeast told us who to vote for.
Earlier in the week, I made a comment about a blog review. The review was short and crappy, and I just said that. There were three sites reviewed and each got a sentence. One site may have gotten two sentences. My comment was that people drop by and land on the last thing posted. Had I arrived on this site, I would not visit again because of the review that was barely a review. And then they attacked me personally, not my observation. I have known some pretty dumb people in my day, and you know, even not-so-smart people are right every once in a while. Imagine someone telling you, "Hey, your shirt is on fire." Instead of heeding the warning, you attack the person. "Hey, you are not a firefighter, you don't have the necessary skills to discern the difference between someone enveloped in flames, and someone with falling leaves on their body."
They attacked me, and then I said something else. Then some more attacks, and I decided I was bored with this already. I put these folks in the same boat as perpetual haters. Hanging around with them will cost you some karma, as well as contribute to non-fun drinking. I don't need it.
When I was in college, everyone considered Harvard students the smartest. So when someone suggested I look at the blog "Sex and the Ivy", I figure I could learn a thing or two. What I learned was that even Harvard co-eds have sex, and some even write about it. Lena Chen, the author of the blog, self-describes her as "a blogger and freelance writer". I wonder what Drew Gilpin Faust, Harvard president, thinks of this. The link is to her public Harvard email address.
I half-want to join with a bunch of people and review blogs. Give positive as well as negative feedback. Then I settle back into reality and remember that I am actually pretty darned busy.
Bitchin' about V-Day
I tell my hubbie he doesn't need to buy me flowers (he did) on Valentine's Day. But I never mean it. Lucky for me, he knows I am a bit of a liar concerning flowers.
Have a wonderful weekend!
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