In fact, if this was somebody else’s blog, I’m not sure I would even be reading it.
Sure, some of my titles are catchy: The one about Slutty Costumes got a few extra readers, as did the one where I mis-lead the reader by suggestion my marriage is over (nothing makes for more compelling reading than a crumbling marriage, right?
But a fish must learn to crawl before it can learn to fly right? And that’s what I’m shooting for.
I was reminded of this today, while reading a post by SharonDV and her adventures in speed-skating. She was describing a less than stellar speed skater and the “strength of character to put yourself out there”. He was clearly not going to win this race, in fact he was last from the start. Yet he entered the dang race anyway…
That’s when I remembered: I’m such a sucker for the underdog. The one’s who haven’t really got a chance, who go unnoticed and get trampled over…and decide (crazily!) to persevere anyhow. That’s my tribe.
I’ve spent most of time, reading really well-established bloggers – those who have most likely spent years crafting the art of blogging (cause, really it is an art). And yes, I learn from them. And am entertained by them. More importantly, I am drawn to them because I am inspired by them.
But I am not growing with… Continue reading →
Dressing like a tiger does not turn you into one. Even if you have a really good growl. It simply does not work that way.
It never occurred to me that my cousin was a doctor, simply because he dressed as one for Halloween last year. In no way was I tempted to show him my “rash”.
Nor do I believe that if a woman dresses like a slutty-anything it will turn her into one.
It’s as if men shamed us into wearing the slutty costumes and now women have shamed us out of them.
The talk of the town has been focused on judgement and bullying this past week. Ok, that is awesome. We all agree that judging each other based on what we wear to the dogpark or the mall is counter-productive. And that words are just as harmful as fists when it comes to bullying. So why is bashing the slut costume (and by extension, those that choose to wear them) exempted from this inclusiveness?
I rarely see people judging others based on their choice of clothing for Mardi Gras or a pride Day parade…in these cases we generally applaud creating an environment that let people feel safe and welcome, regardless of how little clothing they have one..or the amount of body glitter they choose to abuse. Nor do we regard them as boring, right?
“Women can be anything their imaginations can dream of, as long as you can’t see their boobs.” Emily McCombs
The biggest argument I have heard about slutty costumes is… Continue reading →
Imagine you are in a room, surrounded by rainbows and cherry lollipops and kelly green cashmere cardigans…. playing softly in the background is this hybrid mix of Adele, Florence and The Machine and bon iver.
Spread out throughout the room are dishes of guacamole, lasagna and pie.
When you sit down, the table to your left is scattered with your old Judy Blumes and your new Hunger Games trilogy.
But then suddenly – and you don’t even know if it’s yours or belongs to another - there is this long thick fart…the odor penetrates everything.
You really just want to curl up in a bowl of lasagna and listen to the music…but the smell, it permeates and distracts….This was my BlissdomCanada.
[For The Record: This was an incredibly well-executed conference - there were generous sponsors and fun parties, enthusiastic volunteers and organizers. It was very clear how much time, energy and resources went into planning BlissdomCanada. What I discovered is that maybe Blissdom is not my bag....which would absolutely suck. I thirst for the connections, lessons, inspiration and generosity of others. Blissdom, I need you to be more of what I need though. The fart was a metaphor. Everybody there smelt really really good.]
My friend Alex wrote a thoughtful piece on her Blissdom reflections earlier today and y’all should read it. It echoes so many of my sentiments as do all of the thoughtful comments left by others. But where Alex writes about the disconnect between bloggers… Continue reading →
Willing to publicly shame myself into dropping my *thyroid* weight. Clothing Liaison, Non-housewife, with terrible grammar and a penchant for mixed metaphors. I also I like to dress women 4 free. I am a messy rotten cook that makes a wicked cappuccinoMore About Me..