Black dresses, turtlenecks, and boobs

SEX ual harassment Got your attention? Ok. So, everyone was talking about the the women who wore black dresses to the Golden Globes in support of the victims of sexual harassment. but THEN wore the dresses slit up to the Heavens, or down to their belly buttons. Or had every bit of breast hanging out. (Except for the part of the breast that feeds the world. As if THAT'S the shameful part) When I saw the whole thing on the news, I admit, I thought it was a bit hypocritical. "Let's fight sexual harassment. By looking extra sexy" Until today. I was getting dressed You know, bra-less. Since I had cancer I have nothing to put in one, so I don't need a bra. But as I put on a turtleneck it jogged a memory: "Is it cold out, or you happy to see me?" Anybody who knows me knows I've always dressed conservatively. Nothing. sexy. ever. that would draw attention to the fact that I was carrying around A Pamela Anderson-sized chest. So I hid it. Well, as hidden as any mountain could be. Casabas. Bazoobies. Hooters. 9 lbs of chest. I had them weighed when I had the mastectomy. That's what I carried on my front. In my bra. From the day I woke up with them, (because I swear they grew overnight) in 1978, to the day I woke up without them, in 2008, 30 years later, I got sexually harassed. For 30 years. By bosses, boys, teachers, friends, boyfriends, boyfriends of friends. Turtleneck * "I was in the melon section at the Acme and thought of you!" Button down shirt * "Can I stick my face in there and motorboat you?" Polo shirt short sleeve * "What size bra do you wear?" Sweater * "Are those things real?" Long sleeve crew neck * "Can I feel them?" Henley shirt * "You brought the girls out!" Hoodie * "How do you carry those things around all day?" Crew neck sweatshirt * "Can I put this tray of food on there?" Conveniently brushing against me. Conveniently touching me. Sending me outside for things in the cold, to come back in with tell-tale nipples. See. It doesn't matter what you wear. Boys are boys. Men are men. And Boobs are boobs. As long as they thought that there were boobs hiding under my clothing, I was getting sexually harassed. So. To the women who took their boobs and let them fly free. And slit their dresses up to Heaven I say "Good. For. You " We can hide them or we can flaunt them It shouldn't matter. It's not something that we should have to worry about. It's part of who we are. We have no control over it. We shouldn't have to dress so that somebody else doesn't react to it. That's on them. Not on us. I spent thirty years covered up so that I didn't have to hear abuse. But. I heard it. I felt it. I got it. Anyway. So. From now on keep your hands and your words to yourself. We don't want them. You big boobs. #Timesup

Happy New Year 2018!

Other than the beach, my favorite thing to take pictures of is the moon. So of course I'm excited that this year is starting off with a full moon. AND, on January 31st, we're having A FULL, SUPER, BLUE, BLOOD, MOON, with a total ECLIPSE! It's like the best of everything a moon can be...... We only get to see a partial part of the eclipse early (6:30am) in the morning, but you know where I'll be. Toasty in bed. What the hell. It's January. No. Probably, down at the Delaware trying to get some shots of it. Sometimes, it's the little things that make life worthwhile. You just don't realize it until after they've happened. Happy New Year to everyone! Hope you're as excited about things to come as I am!!!

Merry Christmas! (No X allowed!!!)

This may be a repeat) An honest question. Why is Christmas so offensive that people can't look at the written word, or hear it being spoken? Sales clerks arent allowed to wish you "Merry Christmas" anymore lest they offend you. I understand that some people aren't Christian, that's fine, but what is so offensive that we can't enjoy it? Do they think that by saying Merry Christmas, people are trying to convert them to Christianity? I will say one BIG pet peeve of mine, is the word X-mas. Yeah I know "X" stood for Christ in days long ago, but you never hear that anymore. The word "X-mas" is only used now because people are too lazy to write the other 5, (that's right, 5) letters. They're taking Christ out of Christmas because of laziness. But I digress. Other than the fact that we start decorating at Labor Day, it boggles me that people make such a fuss about saying Merry Christmas. I really think it's tiny, petty people who have nothing better to do with their time than to find offense with everything. Protesters and activists, are harming their credibility, by continuously trying to find something to turn into an injustice. If everything is offensive, what is appealing? If someone wished me "Happy Hanukkah" or "Ramadan", it wouldn't even register. My ears wouldn't bleed. But God forbid the schools even call it "Christmas break" anymore, or "Easter break". These party poopers act like you tried to kill a puppy. They're probably the same people who, on Halloween this year, tried to have an ordinance passed in their town that people could only give out nut free candy. Which means no chocolate. Seriously? A Halloween without chocolate???? That's like taking Christ out of Christmas!

United I stand

I went to the gym today. First time in years I'm trying to do PT to get so I can stand up for more than 2 minutes at a time. When I got home, I poured myself out of the car and I could hear, from the field around the corner a girl starting to sing The National Anthem. So I took my hat off, and I stood right there. In the street A block away and listened to her sing The National Anthem. Because that's what you do. You stand. And this girl? She was singing like she had something to prove. My legs were jelly. I was shaking, and jiggling. But I stood. Because that's what you do You stand. when someone is singing The National Anthem. #unitedwestand

Bunny hop on out of here

Sad bunnies everywhere mourn the passing of a legend. Hugh Hefner was responsible for more "hidden media" than all of the politicians In Washington. (How many beds had a Playboy under the mattress?) Hef showed the world that boobs and heineys belong in magazines. And that every girl likes to sit naked in a meadow or on a horse or walking down the beach, or on a car hood. Or dreamed of playing naked volleyball with other girls. Rocking a bathrobe, Living in a mansion, With a gaggle of "girls" The Hef was hero To all men. But he set women Back to the stone ages. God bless him May he rest in peace. And may the idea of "the bunnies" go with him.

Take a knee, take a hike

You can take a stand Or take a knee In protest You... in the NFL Uh, the "National" football league Why don't you Take action instead And do something To help the cause you're protesting for Or against. And leave the "National Anthem" out of it.

What's that smell?

So I'm sitting at the airport And somebody walked by, With a perfume That I've smelled before. And I can't place it. But it brought back random happy feelings. What do you call that? Sniff-a-vu? Deja-pu?