Modern Day Feminism is Hysterical and Not in the Funny Way

Feminism:  the advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of equality of the sexes

Hey ladies, guess what?  You can be a feminist and still maintain dignity and a little class.

By definition feminism is the advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of equality of sexes.  It does not mean we are to be SUPERIOR to men, but that we are to be seen and treated as an equal human being.  You also don’t have to have negative views towards men to be a proud feminist.  So, why does it seem like every feminist in America at the moment is trying to take out the male population?

When our “fore mothers” marched for gender equality, the did it and achieved it without declaring every man a bad man.  They also did it without wearing a vagina on their heads or marching through out the streets with their boobs hanging out.  How do you expect anyone, let along the patriarchy of the world take you and your demands serious if you are screaming those demands while jumping up and down with your “ta ta’s” bouncing around?

If you are serious about change and feminism don’t forget to use your femininity.  Being well dressed, well spoken, and educated on what you are fighting for can go a long way. Respect comes when others see you respect yourself and take pride in who you are and what you are doing.

If we want to be treated as equals and be taken seriously in the world then we can not keep on acting like the hysterical species the patriarchy has always promoted us to be.  Marching through the streets naked and screaming only proves what has always been said about women, we are incapable of leading because we lead with emotions.

The time will come and we will elect a woman as the POTUS, maybe not in 2020, but it will happen.  I can guarantee you whomever she is won’t get there by wearing a vagina on her head an topless.

Take yourself seriously young ladies, and so will others.

And remember,  No Woman is Free Until All Women are Free.

FYI Kids: The World DID Exist Before Technology]

I had the pleasure of growing up in a world where social media didn’t exist.  Having three-way calling on your home land line was as close as you got!  That was enough to cause a weeks worth of torment for someone.  You know what I am talking about, your “friend” would call and then quickly bring up another “friend” and say something negative about them, then when you respond in the same manner the third-party immediately announces there presence and then BOOM!  Just like that, you are out of the group and you are eating lunch alone for the week.  If you weren’t lucky enough to experience this for yourself, then you got to see it in the movie “Mean Girls”.

That was as close as my generation got to a social media experience!

I am part of the generation that was still young enough to grasp the concept of social media and the basic caveman skills to operate it, and old enough to remember how to communicate without using Facebook, Instagram, and whatever else is out there.

My children however, are so spoiled and entitiled.  They have grown up with the privelage of having the world literally at their tiny finger tips.  My youngest son is four.  He can navigate YouTube like Bill Gates could navigate an Ipod.  He actually thinks the TV is broken when he can’t fast forward thru the commercials. It’s funny, but kind of scary that he doesn’t know a life without being able to skip commercials.  I mean we endured commercial for 20 years and turned out okay.

My oldest son is twelve, and at any given time he looks like he is working for NASA.  He has headphones on that are lit up and connected to his Xbox and he is talking to fifty other kids from all over the world as they are all trying to build what looks like make shift huts from a third world country to hid in, all the while they are trying to kill each other.  At the same time he has his phone on Instagram, reading, posting, video chatting and whatever else they do on there.  I mean if someone from 20 years ago walked in and saw my child they would seriously think he was either working for NASA, launching a mission or he was doing espionage for the government.

While being able to navigate technology is wonderful and indeed necessary for any shot at a decent career in the near future, I as a parent have some legitimate concerns.  For example, you can text and video chat like its second nature, but when you actually have to answer a phone call you sound dumb founded, like your lingual skills have completely shut down.  You can find the hidden treasure chest in a game, but you can’t find the toilet brush to clean the toilet.  You can post a selfie and share it, but you cant figure out how to get the trash bag out of the can without tearing it open.   The list goes on.

So, I have come to the conclusion that while technology is bringing my kids into the future and they are learning things I never dreamed of , they are at the same time losing basic human functioning skills.  What will happen to my kids and their generation if we have a solar blast?  They can’t even find the toilet bowl brush for the love of God!

This Ain’t No Pen and Paper

I have always wanted to be a writer.  That is one of the few things I have been absolutely certain about in my life.  My grandfather always told me if you write it down people will know you are sincere because once its in print, you can’t take it back, and when someone reads they retain it more than when they just hear it.  So, needless to say, I’ve always been a pen and paper kind of girl, but

This Ain’t No Pen and Paper Kind of World Anymore

I finally get to a point in my life where I can sit down and write the next great American Novel and when researching the ins and outs of writing and getting published I find out you ABSOLUTLY, POSOTIVLY have to have a website and a blog.  Until yesterday I didn’t know what a blog really was.  Actually, I’m not really sure if I know now, and as for a website B**** please!

Needless to say I have no idea what I’m doing, I mean I know I’m a brilliant writer, no question about that, but I am completely and utterly tech illiterate.  I’ve spent the last 2 hours trying to figure out the difference between and host site, a website, and how to get that dumb picture that was automatically put up on my website off.

This will defiantly be interesting and maybe even a tad painful, but IT’LL ONLY HURT FOR A MINUTE!  I THINK.