I imagine if I were a singer, this is the kind of stuff I'd sing. Or if I were a stripper, this is the kind of stuff I'd strip to. Take your pick.
Dude.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I have had enough of this week.
The coverage of Iran. The video of homosexual exorcism. Mark Sanford acting like a damn fool. The trifecta of celebrity death.
I feel like we've all lived through some live action Twilight Zone except Rod Serling has yet to appear to tell us what the hell is going on.
I've attempted to tell my children about the importance of everything that has happened in the last 7 days, but I think I almost made their little brains explode. In fact, Im not entirely sure my brain hasn't started to ooze a little as well.
I think I've been listening to too much PJ Harvey lately. She seems to be affecting my brain.
Do you like Neil Gaiman? Have you read The Graveyard Book? Would you like Neil to read it to you?
This weekend, Evie and I went to my Gran's house. I've blogged before about how her house is my favorite place on this earth (although that post may have been on my last blog and not this one). It's just a place where I can recharge my batteries and feel completely loved while doing so. Like always, she cooked a feast for her family.
The house she lives in was built by my great grandfather. And it was made from the pine from the land the house sits on. He cut the wood and my great grandmother drafted the plans for the house. Years ago, my Gran had the house updated, the old wood removed, and siding put on the house, along with insulation to make it more livable. My aunt took some of the wood from the old house, along with a photo of the old house and had it turned into a framed sketch of the original house. One day, this picture will become mine (as will the house).
I'v already set a date to go back and spend a few more days before the fall semester starts. I wish she was closer. I'd spend every second I could there.
It was a good Father's Day with my family. I hope all of you had a good day as well.
My good friend Allen and I went to Greenville today to check out the West End during the daylight hours. It's the hot spot for Greenville and it didn't disappoint.
With the announcement that Chastity Bono has decided to become a man through sexual reassignment, there have been various news stories floating around out there about the procedure he will undergo to complete the change, and what becoming a man will mean for him and his long time partner. As the process progresses, Chaz will have the opportunity to go before a judge and ask to have his sex legally changed to male. Shockingly enough, one of the most prominent pre-requisites to this hearing is that he must have his breasts removed.
Nothing says "I'm not a woman!" like the absence of mammaries.
While I think what Chaz Bono is doing is awesome and am amazed at the courage it takes to go public with this kind of decision, I feel like this entire situation is yet another reason to point out how completely fucked our country is when it comes to sexuality. And I can't help but notice how awesomely insensitive and revolting it is that the judicial system in this country has decided that breasts are most often considered the be all/end all of being a female.
Ladies, I've always known our tits have magical powers; I just didn't know that without them we might as well have a floppy dick swinging between our legs.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I put a lot more stock in my uterus and vagina when thinking of my sexual
makeup than I do my breasts. They have the super power of producing an entirely new human being (albeit with a little help from a sperm or two). The only thing my tits can do besides hold up the front of a shirt or get in the way when I'm trying to clean the bathtub is feed a kid. And as a woman who has breast fed children for 18 months of her life, it's not as glamourous as it may sound. Plus, there are easy alternatives to sustenance out there.
I also have to wonder what mastectomy patients think of this entire situation. According to the US legal system, my grandmother stopped being a woman 6 years ago when she had a double mastectomy in order to keep from dying from cancer. It also means the 28-year-old double mastectomy patient my mother saw recently is no longer a female. While I don't personally know the 28-year-old, I do know my grandmother, and according to the atrociously loud colored sundresses she wears to church, not to mention her new found "female power" (as she likes to call it) in the drawer of sex toys beside her bed, not having tits has not made her any less of a female.
I've known a few women with breast cancer in my life time, and I can guarantee they would kick a dude's ass if they were told they weren't female anymore because they got dealt a lousy hand and had to have their tits lopped off.
I couldn't imagine being Chaz Bono and having to go before a judge to announce, "Well, your Honor, for years I've thought I was living in the wrong body. I've always felt like a man rather than a woman. So to be true to myself, I've decided to completely embrace the masculine lifestyle. You think you could check that little box and make it official?"
And the judge sits back in his big chair on high, mouth pursed, hand on chin deep in thought. "I don't know Chaz. Lift up your shirt and show me your tits."
There are a lot of things that make a woman a woman, and a man a man. And a handful ain't the deciding factor.
This is nothing more than a happy dance post.
I just bought a ticket to see Nine Inch Nails and Jane's Addiction this Friday and it only cost me $10!
That makes this the Best.Week.Ever. Well, you know, maybe not the best ever, but it is pretty fuckin' awesome.
Me: Evie, you have to stay in your seatbelt in the seated position or the police will come get you.
Maddy: I would be really sad if my sister died.
Me: What?
Maddy: If Evie died I'd be sad. But I think I'd be ok if she went to jail.
Me: You're nuts, kid.
Maddy: Think about it, mom. She could totally make it in prison.
Evie: Yeah. I would just kick some butts.
There are more parks around here than there are street lights. So the girls and I have decided to investigate them all this summer in search for the best of the best. We may have struck pay dirt right off the bat because this morning we discovered the coolest park we've ever played in, and it's just a quick trip up the road.
We're going to keep checking out the others around, but I'm pretty sure we've found the best of the best.
