August 10th, 2017
When I was a kid, there was one thing I really, really wanted.
A Barbie doll.
Not the Miss Revlon my parents got me. Not some knock off. I wanted the real thing. Barbie, with her misshapen feet and enormous boobs. But I never, ever got one. [Stop while I wipe away a tear] My parents were so, so terrible to me which is why I grew up to be a terrible, terrible person.
Or not. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: Barbie, growing up poor, parents, racism, racist
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July 6th, 2017
Walking my dog in the morning I often pass interesting items on the street, in addition to the piles of sh_t: fast food wrappers, beer cans, cigarettes, even an occasionally sock (where is the other one???). And, sometimes, balls. Tennis balls, ping pong balls, baseballs. And then I see those balls the next day. And the next. And the next. And I wonder: did a stray ball ever sit at the curb more than a few hours when were kids? Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: capitalism, downsizing, getting more, kids, minimalism, throw away, toys
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May 2nd, 2017
HSAM or Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory is the unique ability to remember virtually everything from every day in your life. I’m convinced that I have at least a version of this because I never, ever forget. Not the words to cartoon theme songs from the 1960s. Not what you said to me on the first day of school. Yup. I remember it all. . . well, most. And I may seem to forgive you. . . But, believe me. I do not forget.
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Tags: bad haircuts, forget, forgive, Memory, old boyfriends, women over 40
Posted in My Pet Peeves, Socializing | No Comments »
March 23rd, 2017
I just heard that scientists now believe that there’s a big genetic link for depression and that people with parents or siblings who have depression are up to three times more likely to suffer from it.
Daunting numbers – but is chronic complaining genetic, too? Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: bellyaching, complaining, dad, depression, genetics
Posted in Family, My Pet Peeves | 3 Comments »
February 6th, 2017
Guys hit. But girls hit where it really hurts. . . in the feelings. And sometimes, when you’ve been hit over and over it’s hard not to hit someone else, even if they had nothing to do with your pain.
Or, maybe you’re just a bitch. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: bitch, drama queen, name calling, slut shaming, women over 40, women over 50
Posted in My Pet Peeves | 1 Comment »
When I was a kid, there was one thing I really, really wanted.
