Mirror, Mirror

I am pretty much close to blind. Without my glasses So when I put mascara on it's a disaster. I have to be an inch from the mirror, which then gets fogged up and I get all sweaty from the close space Today. I found out that putting mascara on in the airport is about the worst makeup experience I could ever have. The counter was three feet wide. So I had to take a running jump, to parkour onto the counter just to sit on top of it. And then, lean OVER the sink, to see my eyes. Meanwhile the sink was electronically activated, So everytime I breathed I got soaked. while my right side was getting squirted with soap. And there were no paper towels. Or hand blowers They only had those "Efficient Hand Dryers" That you stick your hands down into and sound like a rocket blasting off. So, ticked off, I rounded the corner, thinking maybe toilet seat covers would work to dry me off in a pinch And there, hanging on the wall, was a full length mirror.

No whining, no trolls, no adults......

I was so tired of seeing all the negative posts The politics. The racism. The butt hurt. The whining. The people who were offended by the capital letter in the sentence above it. So I hunted for a "fluff" page. Something that would be fun, all positive posts, light and breezy. I found it in a Grey's Anatomy page. It was great. All cute posts about the show. Questions about the characters. What if this happened? And not one miserable post about current events. Exactly what I was looking for. Almost too perfect. I couldn't believe it! There were no trolls trying to post about politics, or grumble about the fact that there are interracial couples on the show. Then on "Open Question Friday", (You can talk about something other than Grey's) Someone posted: "What are you afraid of?" Someone answered "getting my period for the first time. I heard that it hurts." Yeah. I was on a site with pre-teen girls.

What's in a name? A lot! When it has bad press twice!

I think we can safely say that the name "Scott Peterson" has been ruined forever....

Gun control? Here we go again!

Lather, Rinse, Repeat. Here we go again. With today's shooting there's gonna a major outcry for gun control. But we still need to look at the underlying issue of mental health. You can take all the guns away but you're still gonna have people who are mentally ill. and they're gonna find a way to "get revenge". Whether it's using a bomb. or driving a truck through a crowd. So, call for gun control. But it's not gonna solve anything. No. It's not. We need to look for signs of kids being bullied Or signs of mental illness. Like anything out of the ordinary on social media. that gives HINTS that someone may be focusing on a topic or subject that could come out in a violent burst that hurts people. It's not hard to see the warnings! Maybe if everyone was as vigilant abut these kids social media accounts that glorify weapons, as they are about guns after an incident, they could stop the shootings before they happen.

Meep meep

Sony Pictures had to apologize because an animated character used blackberries as weapons in the Peter Rabbit movie Seriously! An animated character (Peter Rabbit) used a slingshot to fling a blackberry into the mouth of Mr. McGregor who was allergic, who then went into anaphylaxis shock and had to give himself an epi-pen. In that vein, I'd like the Acme company to offer an apology to the Road Runner. for all of the anvils they sold to Wile E Coyote in his effort to have the Road Runner for dinner. @Sony @nj101.5

Blue light special!

I had to get my license renewed. Apparently they've changed things. You're not allowed to smile anymore. You have to have a "neutral" face. And the guy made me take my glasses off. I told him that was stupid, because I'm never NOT gonna have my glasses on. He said that for facial recognition they need me without my glasses. I said, but I will ALWAYS have them ON, I'm blind without them, that for facial recognition they'll need pictures of me with them on. Yeah, that didn't fly with him. and he made me take them off. He told me to stop smiling and to look at the blue light. I said, "Blue light? Dude, I can't even see the camera." #njDMV

Yeah, your food is rotten! Don't take it out on us!

Welcome to Butt Hurt Nation! Where humor goes to die Where you can't do, or say anything Without offending someone. Party City ran an advertisement, A funny, maybe 30 second, advertisement, Poking fun, at the tastelessness of gluten-free food. Cardboard and glue-tasting Gluten-free food. Celiacs all over, were offended, demanded an apology, and a boycott on the store. And Party City caved, apologized and pulled the ad. Yet, we all know, the ad was true. Gluten-free food is hideous. How about, instead of Celiacs Getting mad at Party City, They get mad at the food manufacturers, And demand better recipes for gluten-free food? Maybe they'll finally get something edible, And the return of their sense of humor. @partycity

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