Treeson!

Yesterday evening when my daughter and I left Target, we drove around the backside because it leads to a less trafficked road that takes us home. As I turned passed the sidewall of Target onto the back my car’s headlight it an abandoned Christmas Tree. There it was lying on its side, kicked to the curb like a plastic water bottle. You can always tell the abandoned trees from the rejected trees. The rejected trees are usually still tightly wrapped and not seen that often, whereas the abandoned trees have that one piece of tinsel or artificial icicle stuck on it, flapping in the breeze.

The first thing I thought was, “Yeah, they weren’t trying to abandon that tree when it was showcased in their homes.” But, what do you expect from someone who is willing to murder a poor tree for sport in the first place.

My super intelligent daughter, not skipping a beat shouted out, “Treeson!” I was like, “Bastards!”

Jay Z Is Such A Good Feminist!

Quick, Hip Hop mogul Jay Z wants a cookie. That’s right; he is currently backtracking on his use of the word bitch. You know, unlike when he used bitch to make millions of dollars. “I’ve got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one.” Apparently, until Jay Z fathered a daughter he could not bother to think about the damage using the epithet bitch perpetuated. He couldn’t bother to think about it for his beloved wife, Beyonce either. No, it was not until he had the realization that his own flesh and blood may be affected by such sexist language did he decide it is something he needs to stop.

Naturally, instead of just doing it, as in stop using the word bitch, he had to first tell the world, because there is no way a male will venture into benevolence without assuring his attaboys.

Fuck you, Jay Z.

The Year of the Trolls: Child Abuse

I am the first person in the world to call a brat a brat. It is not difficult to recognize when a child is being a brat, –an ungrateful brat. But, when trollish parents taint-exploit their children’s memories in order to make a video to post to a trollish show, it is nothing more than child abuse.

Everyone likes to be in on a joke, and everyone likes to feel like they are as cool as a cucumber when the joke is on them. However, conflating un-staged bratty children with manufactured abuse is nothing more than demonstrating how some parents are not mature enough to be parents. Parents can have fun with their children without it being at the expense of the child’s dignity.

For every parent who sets a child up in order to submit to some troll late night blabber-head, you are a fucking troll.

No child enjoys being the butt of adult jokes.

It is so not funny.

Goodbye, 2011: The Year of the Trolls

You will not be missed.

 

Carol of the Bells

As I have mentioned before, [When I first wrote that post, I had at least seven videos. I wonder what happened to them over time] my most favorite Christmas song of all time is Carol of the Bells (recognized by a four-note ostinato motif). It is difficult for me to pick a favorite anything so I surprised myself years ago when I was able to pinpoint a favorite Christmas song. We have a family tradition of finding a showing of The Christmas Carol on stage, within a reasonable driving distance, and so far, in the last eight years we have gone four times. Each time, Carol of the Bells is the song used to open the production.

However, I feel that my favorite Christmas Song is slowly suffering irreparable soiling. What was once a beautiful tune created by the Ukrainian composer Mykola Leontvych to celebrate the coming of Spring has now become the standard go to tune for lazy ad-men. I mean honestly, from Target, to Lexus, to now, Victoria’s Secret (There is no longer a secret left; all is displayed to see).

Nature>>>Christianity>>>>Consumerism>>>>>Oversaturation.

Is there any justice in this worldZOMGS!!!!!!111111

I am enough of a sport to take the parodies, but the out and out blatant appropriation for consumerism is just too much to bear, —leave it alone. LEAVE CAROL OF THE BELLS ALONE! LEAVE IT ALONE, I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!! The next person who creates a Christmas ad with Carol of the Bells needs to be thrown in a well. IN A DEEP WELL!

You bastards.

The Muppets, I will forgive:

“Women Love Shoes” is Code

For the record, if I didn’t have to protect my feet I wouldn’t bother with shoes. I see nothing spectacular about looking at and/or shopping for shoes. Shoes are no different from any other item that I need in order to protect myself from the elements.

What I want to tell everyone, and forgive me if you feel the need to say “Duh” but you know as I have said millions of times before, I can feel right and wrong and thus live that rightness that I feel before I can actually fill in the blanks as to how/why I reached the conclusion that I have. Nevertheless, what I want to tell everyone is this, when speaking of women and shoes together, shoes do not mean shoes, shoes means heels, high heels. If you hear a woman talk about loving shoes and shopping for shoes, she is not talking about orthopedic comfort shoes, nor is she referring to sneakers/trainers or any other decent looking comfortable shoe. She is talking about high heels. When men talk about admiring women in shoes, they are not talking about seeing a female foot in a loafer; they are talking about seeing a woman’s foot in a heel, a high heel. When it comes to women and shoes (from the collective male and female perspective), shoes means high heels, not simply shoes, as in footwear.

Here is the big revelation, stay with me. Of course, there is all of that business about keeping women physically unstable (high heels and balance are in natural opposition), —unable to run away in heels, etc. And as far as that theory goes, I support it whole-heartily. Everything goes back to sex, which essentially seems to go always back to what heterosexual men desire. Which may go back to rape. Heterosexual men want to believe that all women want men to fuck them. Actually, many homosexual men seem to want to believe this about women as well (see the video below). Believing that women want men to fuck them, allows men to rationalize away their rape fantasies and in many cases,  actual rape. “If she didn’t want to be raped, I mean come on to, and subsequently charmed into bed, then why did she where those ‘Fuck Me Pumps?’” The base (as in the primal sophomoric) does not refer to them as “Fuck Me Pumps” for nothing. So, here is the big revelation. Announcing that a woman loves shoes acts as a signifier that a woman wants to be seen as fuckable.

Everyone knows the worst crime in Western Civilization is to be a woman and not be seen as fuckable (by men).

If you are not actively presenting yourself as fuckable, actively expressing a desire to become fuckable, or actively pining because you lack fuckability factor, then you are disposal. Hence, you might as well be dead and stop littering up the world with your subversive self. Because everyone knows that men (especially heterosexual men) must be reminded that women want to be fucked.

*Disclaimer. If you believe you truly do love high heels simply for the aesthetic value, and you have no desire whatsoever to appear fuckable to men, you just love wearing your high heels for no other reason what so ever other than they make you, the individual you, feel pretty oh so pretty (although I must insist on asking you how were you conditioned to view heels as having aesthetic properties vs. say, this shoe) then this song is not about you. It is about the countless women who must let the world know that they LOVE SHOES! As if announcing to the world that you love shoes is some covert way of saying, “I am not a lesbian. I love men! I have not quit. My prince will come one day. I will by GAWD suffer because I know, just know that in the end it will be worth it!”

Mathematically Impossible!

That is what my oldest daughter and I say when we cannot comprehend how something is possible. It’s mathematically impossible!  Then we laugh at ourselves.

Perhaps everyone has heard about this 11-year-old girl already, but being someone that does not watch regular television, I didn’t have a clue. Until tonight when I watched Great Performances on PBS.

How can this young child sing like she does? Wow!

Jackie Evancho:

The “Ugly” Christmas Sweater Trend

Not that they are necessarily ugly……….

I do enjoy the mocking and ridiculing that is taking place in this current generation of 20 and early 30–something year olds.

In the 1980s, haughty white women wore similar Christmas sweaters (and snooty white identified women). White women at white collar work, PTA mothers, teachers, etc all strutted around with their little Christmas sweater as if it was handmade lace made by blind nuns under duress, during the French Revolution.

I was young and struggling in the 1980s and could not imagine having a Christmas sweater for the simple fact that such a sweater was a luxury. First, they were somewhat pricey. Second, they could only be worn during the Christmas season. If I had the cash to buy a sweater, it would have to be one that I could utilize in January and February as well.

Nevertheless, today something made me question my initial acceptance of this new meme of wearing the “Ugly” Christmas sweater. I thought, “Okay, they are mocking the archetypal woman [their mothers] of yesteryear who used to wear such sweaters, seriously and with a purpose.  Then I thought, aren’t they now also sort of like those women.” There is something there. I cannot quite put my finger on it. It is as if mocking is the new haughty. As if you have to be privilege in the first place in order to mock.   Do you have the money to search thrift stores for “Ugly” Christmas sweaters? Do you have the money to waste a perfectly good solid colored sweater by decorating it with Christmas appliqué that you purchased at Wal-mart and/or fabric stores?  Some Christmas appliqué  are priced as high as $10.00 apiece. Everyone knows an “Ugly” Christmas sweater cannot be officially “Ugly” until it is adorned with at least six Christmas appliqués.

I want to feel the fun in it, especially when I see women that I like participating in the event and having fun. But, something doesn’t feel right about the whole thing. It is like the 20-30-somethings are wearing the “Ugly” Christmas sweaters for the same reason their mothers did but have found a way to camouflage [mitigate?] the extravagance in doing so.

And, it does not take much prodding to get men to join in on the fun as well.

I guess, I just don’t think the joke is that funny.

My blogroll shrinks as…..

……so-called feminists succumb to sucking trans-dick (or in some cases the scar tissue that remains).

A male is born a male; to think males can become females simply by removing their penises is misogynist as hell. A female is a far greater being than simply a dickless male. To accept eunuchs as females is reinforcing the ideal that females are nothing more than dickless men.

A female is born a female, lopping off her breast makes her nothing more than a self-hating female.

These people need psychiatric help, and not the kind that indulges in their delusions but the kind that will teach them that they can behave however they want without mutilating their bodies and appropriating other people’s life experiences.

The whole tranz thing boils down to old-fashion misogyny and homophobia. If you can’t see it, then I suspect you are a misogynist and a homophobe.

Pineapple

This is just a test swatch so I will undo it soon. When have you ever seen a blue pineapple? However, now that I know that I can actually make something like a pineapple, something a year ago I could not possibly imagine, I will look for a nice speckled brown and a multi-green color and make a pineapple scarf. Where I stopped in the swatch (at the bottom) would be, if I were to continue, the top of the next pineapple. The scarf will be a string of pineapples. I used a diagram for this one as well, from a site that used a funky but pretty yarn to make a pineapple scarf.