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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 10:15 PM
Number of posts: 6,151

About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

What they said. I have nothing to add except that you needn't ask anyone's

forgiveness or indulgence. Everyone should read this and think long and hard about it. We'd all do well to take a page from Ruby's book.

It was probably too long ago for me to ever retrieve the memory.

But it might not have taken much. Although I loved all other cheese even as a small kid, I once took a long stretch of refusing to eat any cheese, no matter how much I loved it. In those days parents didn't always think to ask a kid why anything. But I do remember that situation. I'd read a book where some other kids gave a horse a grilled cheese sandwich to eat and it stuck his mouth shut. The story was all about how to correct their mistake. My takeaway? That if I ate a grilled cheese sandwich, the same thing might happen to me. Children's literature can have powerful effect.

Or maybe hating cottage cheese is associated with a person I didn't like but don't remember. I'll never know. But thank goodness, now I'm past the worst of it. The globbiness disappears when heated, I've learned, and sort of like soy the taste appears to disappear in a hot soup or stew which remains mysteriously enhanced.

Well, I do have the pleasure to report

that the town secretary declared me in public to my face to be the hardest headed person she's ever known. Oddly enough I forget the circumstances, but that's probably because there've been so many. And that may be nothing compared to what's said after I attend a city council meeting. I know they fight like cats and dogs among themselves, but they might coalesce against a common thorn in their side.

But really, I think we get along much better now. Either that or they've basically given up trying to pee on my leg and tell me it's raining.

Still I have to say that you might be the best dragon slayer I've seen in a long time.


When I checked FB just now, that group had finally responded with a fine blend of snarky sanctimonious that rather strongly hinted I might have Sharia leanings.

I left them my final message that was the most exquisitely polite way I could manage to tell them to take a long walk on a short pier. If I showed up at one of their festivals in a Druid costume or dressed as an ancient Celtic goddess, their so-called tolerance would vanish in a heartbeat. But I told them I still wanted the shirt on back order from several months ago because I do approve the Love Thy Neighbor theme regardless of how much I now doubted its true practice in some circles. I won't blame the song when the choir's off key. But they won't see another dime from me, and I'm sure they're cheering over that.

Yes I WAS nice to them! I didn't breathe a word about Emperesses having no clothing etc.. And I left w/o saying the H word out loud. Okay, so I did say everything but... Anyhow, the only reason I'll go back is just to quietly check and see how long they leave that whole thread up.

I've also often heard (and even seen) people aggravated when

a woman makes it clear that she damn well doesn't care if anyone finds her attractive or not, and that acts as its own powerful aphrodesiac. Of course I don't mean slovenly, but rather natural and not gussied up like a kewpie doll. Back in the day I could get more attention in sweatpants than some women could in a mini skirt. After all... no, I'm not going to say that... for once...

Well, the last time I tried that, I broke the internet

and Gore and Zuckerberg got after me for it, so now I'm afraid. But thanks for the thought just the same.

If they'd seen me during my stage career, they wouldn't have acted like

I'm some sort of prude. Because believe me, especially in small theaters where backstage space is almost nonexistent, everybody changes in front of everybody else all at once because that's appropriate (in my eyes) due to the situation. But posing as my moral superior while trying to sell me a tee shirt and getting huffy when I make a simple marketing comment doesn't fly with me at all.

I have my own notions which it's true not everyone understands or agrees with - but they can't tell me in essence to sit down, shut up, and fork over $ while I'm at it. That's toooo much.

Essentially I've come to the notion that those well-covered men are parading their wives as sexual trophies to impress other men. And make $. I mean, what's one of the first power plays by captors in war - deny their victims clothing. Then there's the Stockholm Syndrome some captives adopt as a survival mechanism. These particular women probably knew exactly what they were signing up for, but even slaves have their own pecking order.

Thanks to everyone's kind help, I've divested myself of another blind aversion.

After several days' practice I can even look at cottage cheese plain in the carton w/o retching. Believe me, that represents huge progress.

Really, it does disappear completely in a hot cooked dish. I even sneaked a little to the dogs and they love it straight. Of course what do they know? Dogs aren't usually picky eaters. They get hysterical with joy when I so much as glance toward the kitchen.

This may seem trivial on the surface,

BUT! While this is by far my favorite religious site, regardless of how long I've been off wandering, I did dawdle awhile on another allegedly Christian website that claims strong leftist credentials. By and large I found them reasonably compatible. Then they held an outdoor festival and naturally posted pictures, partly to publicize the tee shirts that are a major fundraiser for them.

My reasonably mild comment drew a rather hostile official response, however. I noted that most of the male readers were probably more focused on the two pastors' wives who were practically flashing all their female assets. I didn't even put it that bluntly, instead referring to 'barely-there tops' and their distraction from the publicized intent. But I'll wager the Hooters waitresses dress more appropriately than the two wives. I'm talking little more than pasties here.

Now of course they're all huffy with me. I noted that I didn't question anyone's faith or ethics, merely the absence of a reasonable dress code and its effect on tee shirt promotion. There are bound to be differences between generations, and I doubt any of us will wear a stitch in heaven. At least CS Lewis didn't seem to think so. I don't even have a problem with discreet nudists so long as they don't streak through my front yard or something. And anyone who loves Maxfield Parrish and other Victorian fine art the way I do shouldn't be mistaken for a hopeless prude.

What I do have a problem with is people who set themselves up as superior moral leaders and then get their shorts twisted when questioned even in a fairly mild manner.

And of course I do want to ask the men in this group, whatever their generation, whether they like their own beloved female family members 'dressed' that way. I'll ask my feminist friends to please spare me any false assumptions by blowing this question far out of proportion, too. When we marry we do need to be considerate of our partner's feelings. But one thing I've noticed watching DWTS; when the men have had any say-so about their partners' costumes, they've invariably designed more material, let's say.

What do YOU think about the whole shebang?

Since I suffer an inordinate fondness for Oriental rugs,

I was known to visit those shops on occasion. A major interior design store belonged to a chatty gentleman who'd fled Iran shortly before the Shah. Unfortunately, the best I could do was to buy new wall-2-wall carpet for my condo. Anyway, he told me he always asked his clients why they chose a particular color scheme - mine was a pure plush blue - and I told him it was because I look best in blue. He was stunned and said nobody had ever given him THAT answer before! I've always followed interior design, and that was just my independent conclusion about interior color choices. If I wouldn't wear it, it didn't belong in my house either. Only once, quite recently, did I see that official suggestion in a design forum.

That was another fun thing about L.A. I could find things there that weren't widely available, including fabrics. I've dragged enough of that stuff hither and yon on my moves so that now I don't have to worry about my own house looking like any other, much less in the Midwest. I really prefer oak floors (wall2wall 2nd choice) with the few Oriental rugs I do have, old mahogany, rosewood, or ebony furniture upholstered in Oriental styles, and plain white walls with cloisonne pictures. Except for the Maxfield Parrishes. Well, at least nobody else in the remote areas of the Midwest decorates that way. Certainly not here. They think Victorian painters were all pornographic.
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