I am 39. I have a great job, a nice house, and a devoted pooch. So why does everybody treat me like I am some sort of barren pod-womb freak because I am not married and I don't have kids? Good question, huh?
Ahh Mae West - pure unabashed sex appeal. She shocked. She titillated. But dammit - doesn't it look like she had all sorts of fun?
Some days I don't feel female anymore - just neuter. I have a male-dominated job, wherein I am supposed to act business-like (read "neuter") and wear clothes that minimize my boobs and my hips. I am supposed to feel affronted if one of my colleagues stares at my breasts when I am speaking to him. Well, there is one in particular that totally skeezes me out when he does it, but otherwise I really don't mind all that much. Stare away boys - grew 'em myself. Actually quite proud of them, really. You should see 'em in a low cut and lacy demi bra. Very nice.
I have fantasies some days about sashaying into court in a low-cut red evening dress and addressing the court with a purr rather than with a clear and concise tone. What freedom.
Freedom. Societal norms and expectations have taken away my freedom to be sexy, to embrace my curves and to sashay anywhere. There was a woman in Ontario who was kicked out of court about 10 years ago because her skirt was 2 inches above the knee and her blouse was sheer under her suit jacket. I saw the outfit in the National Post. I didn't think "slore" when I saw it - I thought "gee that woman has some gams on her - she looks quite cute, actually. What's the big deal"?
Back when I practiced in downtown Vancouver I used to think "I am a good enough lawyer that I should be able to paint my toenails Electric Strawberry and wear open toed shoes with stilleto heels and still be taken seriously" and "I would find it empowering if I could be a woman, look like a woman and practice law". Alas, I have pushed the envelope from time to time, but in the end, my male colleagues are left to stare at the flat black front of my suit jacket for the most part. What a waste. Because nature/god (depending on your personal beliefs) gave women boobs and butts and hips. But we hide them like they are shameful secrets.
Myths and Miracles
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Here’s a head-scratcher for you: why is it that we casually refer to the
stories of Zeus, Thor, and Odin as myths but we tiptoe around the word when
it c...
Como "nevar" tú árbol de Navidad.
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It ain't over until the fat lady sings!
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This blog is far from over, and yet I am still getting to grips with being
back to my humble, ever so humble origins, here on Blogger.
She's off again, ...
Dear So and So...Proving A Point
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Dear The Man,
I am so damn proud of you! MSgt in 10 years! I know I said I would be
happy even if you didn't get the promotion this year. I know you sai...
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I've finally had to admit that I've completely lost interest in blogging.
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When you wish upon a star
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*Photo copyright: DAVID McMAHON. Image ID: 142-8714*
It’s really fitting that the base of this Kylie Minogue statue is a star,
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*Of Men and Mosques*
New York is all a-twitter about the planned recreational center-cum-mosque
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Here Goes Nothing...
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I finally started a blog. Now all I have to do is figure out what to put on
it.
My first inclination is to fill it with stuff from my past: things like
v...