elizabeth: I don’t remember a time in my life when I did not want to be a woman. Growing up men got drafted, had jock itch and male pattern baldness. Being a girl always left me with the feeling that my life had done me right.
Well not anymore.
I am actually feeling a little bad about being female in a society of overly made up, kinda of trashy looking cookie-cutter underachievers who will bed down anything with a willy. And if it is a willy with an enormous bank account – well, sugar, can I leave my extra black mascara on the night stand while I show complete and utter disregard for your wife and you?
And no, Laurie, I shall not be going in for a sex change. My voice is deep enough.
Laurie: Now don’t go off willy-nilly (get it?). Why on earth would I want you to get a sex change? Unless you are going to get an enormous bank account. In that case I will bed you down; pretend that I am all that and a bag of chips so of course you will leave your mate; and then when the proverbial fecal matter hits the fan, attempt to sell the story until you offer me enough money to keep my mouth shut. As long as men think with their willies and will pay ridiculous sums of money to pretend that they don’t, my sex still done me right.
elizabeth: Trust me, trust me, trust me. I do know it takes two to mess up the lives of others, but while some men run with a pack of dogs, what does that make the women who show such little regard for the other woman who happens to be them? Do they think they deserve so little in life? Is it enough for a lifetime to be known as a woman who took down an advertising icon? Come on. Where is your self respect? Did you leave it in the hotel room?
Laurie: Wait a minute. Now women have to be responsible for the roaming willy? Hold onto your hearts so the shock doesn’t kill you – I’ve met men who lie about their marital status! Yep, it’s true. And keep your hand on your heart, because there are women who feel they have the right to act like men and jump on anything with a wooden willy. Complicated, isn’t it?
elizabeth: And you know what makes my blood boil over? While they are sitting on someone’s future, they are trampling over the progress that women have been making since we were told to be seen and not heard. Dressed in their cheap heels and worn out thongs, they are making it harder for women to be taken seriously. While I might have a few years on them, I still remember the thrill of being with someone famous. I just made damn sure he was not married. And my lips are sealed. For now.
Laurie: Hand me a golf club. I bet I can make you take me seriously.
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That was cute. There will always be someone out there ready to pick up the slack. Always. Sure, she has no respect for herself but on the other hand, sometimes it’s easier to get her needs met without making the committment. I hear about how women are being exploited when they are dancers, strippers, prostitutes etc,etc,etc. Of course I’m talking about adult women here. Men ,the weaker of the species are the real victims. If we married a slut, then he should suffer the consequences of his actions. He’s making a choice. Blaming the woman is futile. There is always someone else to take off where she left off if it’s going to happen. Simple.
You two are funny. Made me remember that I’ve often said sometimes my own gender is an embarrassment.
sista,
Let’s be real about this you have women now days that don’t respect the marriage covenant weather you are famous or not.It is every where on your jobs where we go work out and some even come to church to see who they can pick up on.You have women that work in the work place that work with our husbands that just want that time they get with them.So that means that we have to pray without ceasing when it comes to our commitment to God and our spouse.love
The Un-Loving of You
by Kate Van Raden
I’m letting you go,
I’m giving you back,
Each bit of your self that I’ve kept…
I returned those eye brows,
and a few of your teeth,
I packed them and hummed as I wept…
I shipped off your thighs in a box with some fingers,
the larger ones only, for now…
When you asked for your shoulders
I blinked back a frown,
But I let you take them,
And some lashes I’d found.
Now, the chuckle was harder,
I was still using that
And without your soft hair,
I just can’t hang my hat
But I do understand that you need these things back
So I try to be gracious, although it’s an act.
The hard part is coming
And I know I’ll feel lost
with no way to smell,
Or to taste, or to talk…
See, I cherish your lips
still so familiar,
and your eyes that melt chocolate for me…
There’s a crook in your nose
that it’s not yours without,
and I’m starting to feel a bit empty…
At last to my treasures
high on a shelf…
to your voice and your skin and your hands,
I hoped I could keep these forever,
but your starting to list your demands…
I can’t bear to imagine the woman who gets these,
I break down each time at the thought.
They’ve been mine for so long,
I just couldn’t tell you
how I’ll go on when they’re not…
Almost nothing is left here
You’ve taken it all
so we’ve parted, I get it, I’ll go…
but I wonder if I could compel you
the compassion to leave me a toe…?
By: Kate Van Raden
http://katevanraden.wordpress.com/