It's going to be so much fun.
I will try to post my notes on Friday-but I have a big, blechy, gaggy work thing that I have to be at for the whole mother-clucking day so my internet access will be limited.
I promise to dutifully take notes, and to let you know about the most fabulous outfits.
And it relates to my random post below about men and women.
Modern women have to be de-programmed that there is no shame in taking joy out of feeding their families, taking care of their children and making their home the centre of their universe.
Just the other day, I was telling someone that I don't have a "career" at all.
What's a career?
I wasn't articulating it very well, what I meant to say is that I don't worship my job ("career") like so many idiots do. I don't let it define me.
That's not my cuppa idolatry.
I have a job that pays me money to do stuff that I'm good at.
I am, luckily, able to find the fun wherever I am at work-the fun people, too.
But, my life is my family first, and then my friends.
I could get another dumb job anytime, and take my stuff in a little shoebox with me when I leave and have the dumb send-off lunch and exit interview.
When I get home from work-the day job-I turn into Mom Zombie.
Mombie?
I leave "me" behind when I get to the door and I go on autopilot. The forms that need filling out, the tests that need signing, the boo-boos, the sibling complaints ("he hit me", "she was a baby at the dentist", "at least I'm better at math", "your face is better at math").
That's how I have always described it. I use my subway trip back to the suburbs to transition back to the Mom role that I left in the morning.
So, it was nice to see this little confirmation here:
"..the truth is that women have chosen the lives they have. They chose to abandon marital intimacy by bringing the power they wield at work into their homes, where it doesn’t belong. The happiest wives I know don’t do this. No matter how successful they are outside the home, they leave that piece of themselves at work. When they walk in the front door, they put on their feminine hat and let men be who they are: simple creatures with few demands.
"As my cousin, a former law partner (and female), says, “There are two ingredients to a healthy marriage: good food and good sex.”
I think there are more ingredients than that-it's definitely more complicated, especially when there are children involved.
The whole article is worth a read.
I rather like that quip.
But just when I thought that my haiku-ad-absurdum was the ultimate put down, Mayor Michael Bloomberg of New York goes ahead and actually wants to use haiku as a vehicle (heh-see what I did there???) to deal with NYC traffic woes.
And no-I am not making this up.
"On Tuesday, his transportation commissioner, Janette Sadik-Khan, announced that New York would be investing in a consciousness-raising traffic safety campaign that draws on the work of Atlanta artist John Morse. "
"And how will the artist reach out to“distracted pedestrians, cyclists and drivers”? Why through haiku, of course. Poems that follow the 5-syllable, 7-syllable, 5-syllable Japanese verse form will appear on 8-inch square signs that also feature “eye-catching graphics.” There will be 200 signs in all, posted at high-crash locations near cultural institutions and schools. "
Here's mine, and feel free to leave yours in the comments or e-mail me.
Liberal brain fart
Sign of decadence of west
Head bangs on keyboard
Hearing the shrill, estrogen-laden whining and nagging of a woman 24/7 can make anyone suicidal.
Hell, even when I talk to myself, I am conscious of being an estrogen bitch and sometimes have to turn down my own rhetoric in my own mind!
As usual, there are lots of insightful comments, such as this one:
"If your wife nags you and is bitchy and unreasonable get a divorce. ASAP. My wife of 47 years has her moments but she’s the love of my life and I can’t imagine living without her. The quid pro quo is fulfill your responsibilities as her husband. Get up and go to work every day (Most of us do, or did) Bring your business all home, keep your vows. And don’t by word or deed embarrass her in public, ever."
I think that is pretty sage advice.
I read a lot about "relationships" and blogs about marriage and family.
There are some very wise people out there, giving good advice to people who want a better life.
As I get older, and have more life experience and as I observe people all the time, I have been refining some of my thoughts.
Basically, men want more sex than women. Women do like to look at men, but not in the same way as men look at women. Thus, men like their Playboy (and they like the variety-as Dennis Prager has pointed out-why not look at the same issue every month???) and women like their Harlequin, or Twilight schmaltz, poetry and cheesey text messages, love letters, etc...that stuff goes to our brain.
When women are cruel and nagging to their husbands, and withhold sex, they feel angry, emasculated and hopeless.
When men neglect themselves, and their primary roles as providers and emotional rocks for their families, women feel resentful and un-anchored.
Men need to mix the alpha and the beta. Women need to feel appreciated (as women and moms) and beautiful.
That's why women can be riled up one moment, but a "sorry" from their man makes the anger fizzle away quickly.
Those are some random thoughts this morning on relationships.
There are plenty of man-hater women out there-avoid those like the plague. And there are plenty of bad men out there as well. Trust your instincts.
But as my friend BabbaZee says (and I wish she'd write the book) "Women are from Earth, men are from Earth-get the fuck over it."
"The possibility remains that an unknown but large proportion of people in a persistent vegetative state retain a higher level of consciousness than hitherto believed, certainly by those inclined to call them “vegetables” as a prelude to withdrawing all treatment."
Call them crips, vegetables, etc..and then pull the plug. That's what this is about.
I'm sick of shrines to dead Jews.
Dead Jewish kids with diaries that can be misrepresented as being hopey-changey-everyone is beautiful like a snowflake are the only ones that antisemites like.
RELATED: The "sickness" of Europe.
OMG (hat tip: JCM).
Fhaggy baseball club settles with suspected heterosexuals!!
Some gays had wives, some cats were living with dogs and AIYEEEEE OMG MY HEAD IS EXPLODING!!!
What do you think the "proof" of gayness was?
What would the "reasonable person" be expected to do?
On second thought-I don't want to know.
Who is on first?
Who got to third base? Who hit a homer?
Then they came for the smokers. Then the "Islamophoibic" parents' kids, and the ones who told the faggot, chink, WOP, spic, nigger and kike jokes.
Don't say you weren't warned.
But a better question is why we continue to tippy-toe around the political correctness and deference to Islamic misogyny?
A better question is how can this thinking dominate the Canadian political landscape-and why is it impossible to write the word ISLAM in an article such as this?
Islam is perhaps the most elusive and evasive word in the entire English language. Nobody can find it!
Nobody dare speak its name!
So everyone just continue to stuff your heads in the sand and wonder about the dead girls, and the girls who are dead in spirit and continue to write maudlin articles about girls who are dead in body and dead in spirit-stuffed into body bags at age 4, the clear physical manifestation of their internal death.
As long as we don't talk about it, or mention that five letter word, everything will be fine.
This article was meant to make you feel bad about the dying and dead girls.
It doesn't make me sad-it makes me sick that we are surrounded by such cowardice and denial, and that most of Western civilization cowers from the five letter religion that one dares not speak its name.
Christians fired, Jews harassed.
Everything sounds just perfect!
Yet another reason why I would never give a dime to most relief efforts.
Feh!
ADDED BONUS:
Samosa money!
"Yele Haiti also paid $577,185 to a company called Samosa SA, based in the Haitian capital of Port-au-Prince, as a “bulk water supplier.” But some of that money went to rent a house for Yele Haiti volunteers on Samosa’s property at the inflated price of $35,000 a month."
We listened.
We like.
Mark Steyn's new Christmas CD "Making Spirits Bright" is possibly one of the best antidotes to the gloom one might feel upon reading After America.
Therefore, they should be sold as a boxed set.
But seriously-as far as Christmas music goes-you can trust Jews to create, and evaluate the really good stuff.
The Steyn CD is totally boppy and fun. It has the seasonally perfect and appropriate combination of cheese and shmaltz and the arrangements are really nice-I especially like the fiddle player, but the brass section is great as well.
If you've ever dreamed of Mark Steyn serenading you-NOT THAT I WOULD ANY IDEA ABOUT THAT-and NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT-this is a pretty nifty substitution.
The roots are really there, and really deep. Kol hakavod to this Rabbi for taking up the challenge of bringing 'lost' Jews back to their roots.
Turning the pervy Daddy into curry seems a little extreme-even for me.
Not only have some radio stations gone all Christmas already, and not only are the pretty lights out around town and people are making Christmas cookies already, but Steynyclaus came early to my house! I didn't even have to put out a stocking by my chimney. OH WAIT! I don't have a chimney-whatever!!
I am so excited to give that disc a whirl tomorrow.
Here's what I think.
It is pathetic, but imperative to note that despite the extensive layers of governmental “child protection” services that were activated, and the girls' school officials (alleged) concern about their welfare, multiple police visits and repeat calls to 911 that three Shafia girls and one hapless, polygamous wife ended up dead at the bottom of cold waters in Kingston.
Perhaps one of the most horrifying aspects of this situation is not that people who knew the girls and the family are saying “we didn’t know” (that’s bad enough), but that bureaucrats and police officers are candidly admitting they knew, but they were too afraid of acting and offending cultural sensibilities!
In other words, three sisters and their “aunt” are dead, but at least nobody’s feelings were hurt? If that is the case, then Canada is really screwed-we are a country chock-full of gutless wonders.
Perhaps if these girls had published cartoons about the prophet Mohammad they would have been investigated more aggressively by Canadian governmental authorities (see Ezra Levant) or suggested that Islam might be taking over the world (see Mark Steyn) they might have been at least put in protective custody against potential vigilante “justice”.
We are coming armed with kosher snacks, cameras and laptop computers.
Our demands are simple-we want clear sight lines and good amplification, and WI FI. Hint, hint, hint and thankyouverymuch.
Really brave man, taking on a FIVE YEAR OLD BOY.
I can't believe I actually just wrote that.
Maybe it's more pathetic that Heather Mallick thinks this is a really cool thing?
What could possibly be creepier?
I think that Danielle "Vodka Vagina" has really outdone herself.
HEY THEY YANKED THE VODKA VAGINA ARTICLE.
Can someone get a cached copy? Hahahahhaa.
"‘My innocent, defenceless brother was subjected to months and months of mental torture. The doctor involved would not allow him to stay with his family. She had total control over him until we were able to have her removed from his case nearly a year later."
‘The family were treated with complete contempt by the NHS and social services."
‘This would never have happened to somebody who didn’t have Down’s syndrome.’"
RIGHT RIGHT.
There is a new Jew-hater in town. Suspect is described as white, white, white, white and Christian, and sporting a Hitler Hairdo.
Synagogues are on alert!
AAIYEEEEE WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!
In my opinion-it's not either or, although a lot of us are total goofball screw ups.
Sure, parents who take an interest in their children and in their children's schooling will have better results (hopefully anyway).
But the deadweight in the public school system is a societal issue, with parents and families being held ransom, all of which is being paid for by public funds.
Private family screw ups do affect society in a general way-but do not have the same fiscal impact no matter what the left hand-wrings on about 'societal costs'.
No serious examination of public school failure can be complete without a corollary statistical analysis of the family status of the children.
New specialty in law enforcement: "Asian" sex grooming squad.
It's about time.
However, I don't care.
YES WE ARE FRIGGING BETTER THAN VOODOO PEOPLE.
Can the Vatican please get some better PR people? How about some Jews?
Jesus would freak out if he heard some of this stuff, I can guarantee it.
"Here surely is an almost too perfect snapshot of a culture that simultaneously destroys childhood and infantilizes adulthood.
"The "child" in this vignette ought to be the 10-year-old boy, "hands up against the wall," but, instead, the "man" appropriates the child role for himself: Why, the graduate assistant is so "distraught" that he has to leave and telephone his father. He is pushing 30, an age when previous generations would have had little boys of their own. But today, confronted by a grade-schooler being sodomized before his eyes, the poor distraught child-man approaching early middle-age seeks out some fatherly advice, like one of Fred MacMurray's "My Three Sons" might have done had he seen the boy next door swiping a can of soda pop from the lunch counter."
This ranks among my favourite Steyn essays, along with some of the ones on the Palestinians, and his utter demolition of the Polish "assholian" who challenged my story of my relatives from Poland.
It's when he pulls seemingly unrelated threads together, and points out the essence of the argument found in one simple phrase-here "the next morning" that Mark Steyn solidifies his positions as one of our generation's most important essayists and indeed, an irrefutable voice channeling the conscience of Western civility and Judeo-Christian morals.
When I got married, my husband asked me why on earth I needed to pick the flowers if they were just going to get thrown out right after the event?
At the time, I was horrified, but it didn't take me long to figure out that he had the right idea.
Western weddings are over-hyped and ridiculous in most cases and there is a bridal industry that I think is a major contribution to divorce. It builds up ridiculous expectations, princess fantasies and the let down is often significant for many people.
But no matter how bad a bridezilla is-a man getting involved with these moronic estrogen-infused make work projects is infinitely worse.
"Responding to Thursday’s front page Toronto Star story on the rape of one senior in a home, allegedly by a male nurse, Health minister Deb Matthews has called an emergency meeting at her office with nursing home leaders Friday to find out what is going wrong in the publicly funded system."
What's wrong is the concept of public nursing homes.
Just dump granny in a home-no worries.
As much as we feel, and often rightly so, that other countries are third world and primitive, at least they pay attention to the commandment: Honour thy mother and father-which interestingly comes before "Thou shalt not murder."
Puzzling!
He needs the blood test before a procedure next week. We were out and back before the sun was entirely out.
I hopped into the shower-a few quiet moments because the lunches and some brownies for the Sabbath had already been made by me the night before.
My husband knocked on the bathroom door and for a moment I though, oy-what's up now?
He brought his iPhone and showed me a message he had just received from a friend who lives overseas. Her brother was killed in car accident yesterday.
This is a woman who already lost her mother to cancer. Her brother had a wife and young kids.
I froze.
The next half hour was spent trying to figure out what we could do to help-and I won't go into the details here.
But I was thinking how often we as normal humans have our depressed moments-those pity party moments where we feel so pained and so hard done by.
Most of it is in our own heads. Some of it is about perceived slights.
Then something happens and the pain is so real, the loss so great-we wonder why we didn't, or couldn't appreciate how perfect our lives were before "it" happened.
That family had a perfect life until yesterday. Did they know it all the time?
Do any of us?
I had a perfect family until my child with special needs was born. Did I know it at the time? No.
So it is therefore impossible not to conclude that this very moment, is perfect-as is this day if there is no loss and no unbearable pain of bereavement or serious illness in our surroundings.
I'll not forget that moment in the shower ever, which goes into a memory bank of moments that are fleeting, but life changing.
It's an awful day for a good family. I'm trying to focus on the perfect of this moment for me and my loved ones.
Ongoing pedophilia issues-not so much.
"The "multicultural society" was an unnecessary experiment. And, in a post-prosperity Europe, demographic transformation is an unlikely recipe for social tranquility. If Ayaan Hirsi Ali is right, more than a few Europeans cut off from their inheritance and adrift in lands largely alien to them will seek comfort in older identities. In the Crusaders' day, the edge of the maps bore the legend "Here be dragons." They're a lot closer now."
HOWEVER. This morning, I was thinking of one line-and if you listen to it in a different way, it's very touching.
"I found the greatest love of all inside of me."
I had my suspicions about this teacher from the moment that I heard her use the word "sustainability" at curriculum night.
It occurred to me this morning that I have never once met a person who used that term that I have any respect for, nor can I take anything they say seriously.
There are lots of keywords that decode to me into "I am a lefty idiot", even before I get to know the person more seriously.
Sustainability is a big one, but there are others: holistic, equitable, equity, diversity, gender among others.
Feel free to leave yours in the comments. My list is just a start, but it seems to me that there are definitely phrases that can instantly indicate a person's mentality (and often-mental stability or lack thereof) within seconds of their utterance.
Imagine that.
He was JUST LIKE A SON to him and JUST LIKE A HUMAN.
Family violence is so terrible and so sad.
And unpredictable of course.
My kids have had all the standard vaccines, and even a new-ish one like the chicken pox one. But I drew the line at the HPV shot.
Laughing my ass off.
Or as a genuinely funny gay guy just said to his exquisitely sensitive comrades in arms (bums?)...
What shameful, evil things humans can do. Woe unto us.
Dying here.
I can barely type because I am laughing so hard.
Welcome to yeast infection park!
Located in it-hurts-when-I-pee.
Bwahaha!
This is definitely the LAST WORD on the OWS movement.
Hey-here's something you will never occupy-A VAGINA!
HAHAHAHAAA!
Hat tip: Jawa Report.
Of course it's still early.
How can people be expected to make the ultimate sacrifice when their bodies are treated worse than garbage once their souls have departed this earth, in service for their country?
Apparently, Steyn would also rather be judged in a common law court than in an Aboriginal healing circle, too.
Bwahahahaha. I hope someone posts the WHOLE SHOW. I'm having fun watching.
OK, local Steyn Butt Plugs: pay attention, this is the ticket information for the December 1 appearance of Steyn.
Here's the information: UPDATED - Steyn Lecture at Holy Blossom is FREE.
The Future of the West: 9/11 Ten Years On
Thursday December 1, 2011 at 8:00 p.m
Holy Blossom, 1950 Bathurst Street, Toronto.
Torah in Motion is sponsoring, but their description of Steyn is so boring.
I would have said "Noted author, political commentator, singer of cheesey Christmas songs, international human rights activist, and spiffy dresser Mark Steyn."
Apparently it is not kosher to talk about the love that dares not speak its name in China as well.
Some Vancouver tourism big wigs are in trouble for speaking of my favourite Chinese food dish!
I'll have a supersized order of Sum Yung Well Hung Guy!
