My Inner Woman has PMS, My Inner Child is Teething, and My Inner Voice Has Laryngitis

plus a million other things that give me a headache.

Not Turning the Other Cheek! November 19, 2009

Don’t expect a link.  Don’t expect a picture.  I won’t help to promote it.  Look it up yourself, if you want to know what has my blood boiling right now. It’s there, sadly, on-line.

I’ve just seen an article on the news about a new web-site intended to discourage domestic violence called, unbelievably, “Hit the B*ch.”

It is an interactive on-line “game” developed in Denmark to discourage domestic violence by letting you whack a woman black-and-blue very graphically, on screen, as much as you want.

I had to check myself to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating.  It seemed that insane. But sadly, it’s true, it’s real, and it is a disaster for women and men alike.

I am all in favor of a little shock value to get a message across, but there is a line, folks, and it has been crossed, tred-upon, and abused.

There is sufficient encouragement of aggression everyday in video games, music lyrics, literature, general ordinary everyday behavior.  It does not need more encouragement: it needs to be DISCOURAGED.  Consistently.

My first animal impulse would be to ask for an alternative reply-site called ‘Kick the B*stard in the Nuts,’ but that wouldn’t do any good, would it?  It would be just as pointless and just as wrong.

We have to remember that promoting violence IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM is wrong.  We should be trying to promote healthy interaction and mutual respect.  Always. Always. Always.  (I’ll say it one more time: Always.)

Whatever these poor misguided people were thinking, they should re-consider their strategy.  Of course, perhaps they were hoping to build an uproar, as they have, but there are other, better, ways.  Let’s learn to be responsible.  Let’s learn to be human.  Violence is an animal reaction to a human dilemma.  It is never a reflection of our higher-self.  It debases us.  Every time a man beats a woman, he humiliates and hurts himself far more than he humiliates and hurts her.  The same thing applies to child abuse.  To any abuse for that matter.

We cannot build up by tearing down.  We cannot rise by dragging ourselves in the mud.  We cannot promote good with bad behavior.

It’s 2009, let’s just get over it.  Let’s raise our hand only to volunteer, to give answers, to provide assistance.  Let’s start being human and stop being ignorant beasts.  Now.

Dr. Martin Luther King said it elegantly, and I paraphrase him here:

“Hate begets hate; violence begets violence; toughness begets a greater toughness. We must meet the forces of hate with the power of love…Our aim must never be to defeat or humiliate..a man [or woman], but to win his [her] friendship and understanding.” — 1958

Please notice that was fifty one years ago.  More than two generations ago.  For two generations we have gone far off track.  Let’s get back on the right road again, for the good of us all.

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A Picture Paints a Thousand Words, A Video Clip Paints a Million November 15, 2009

I spent a good amount of time yesterday, posting additions to this blog.  I wanted to give it life and body.  I wanted to help explain my message and my mission.  What I am so worked up about.  Why Feminism matters today more than ever for the good of men and women alike.  And then a great man sent me a great Tweet and showed me another great man who really gets it.  This brilliant artist put everything I want to say in a form so beautiful, so sublime, that I am not sure I could ever write enough to match it simplicity and beauty.  I can only reference it, and tell you that you must see it.  We all must understand this message, and do something about it.  So, with no further a-do, here is the earth-shattering wonderful short video from visionary artist Andy Huang. It is entitled Doll Face, and it has left me speechless.

 

then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. October 20, 2009

This is for my Good Friend Joyce who would have liked to have been Molly, I think, maybe she is in this life — NaNoNaNuNaNoNaNu! (Trying to do Twilight Zone but sound like Mork from Ork–what a Dork I am. Hee-Hee Rhyme)

 

You lost me at YES. YES the feminine, the Yin YES. The feminine Acquiesces. The feminine adapts. The feminine Conforms. I have been YES! like the river flowing YES, finding paths of least resistance YES, adapting YES, freezing YES, thawing YES, boiling YES oh Yes, evaporating YES! I have quenched thirst, yes, but remain thirsty-still. I have given life, yes, but remain sterile-still. And YES. I have YES. I can YES I will. YES. Oh Yes. YES!

You lost me at YES.

The Gurus say YES become YES-sayer. Mother is YES.  Sister is YES. Lover is YES.  Good-Wife is YES.  Girlfriend is YES.  Woman is YES.  Leader is NO.

YES is the root of all evil. YES is the fall. YES is the tip of the iceberg that sinks the unsinkable ship.  But NO stands alone.  NO is not yours, YES. NO is the male.

If you, YES, say No, YES, then Black Hat and Green Skin and Warts and All for you YES.  Then No Peace and No Place and No-thing for you, YES.  Then Dust, YES.  Dust. Ashes. The fire for you, YES, when No.

And No. Not for me, YES. You lost me at YES.  And NO I won’t buy it and NO I won’t believe it and NO I won’t wear it and NO I won’t do it and NO I won’t say it and NO I won’t stop and NO I won’t be quiet and NO I won’t go away and NO I won’t quit.  I will Never Never Never Never Quit.  NO! Because Yes! NO is mine.  And Yes, I say No.

No easy path to happiness for me and No top models for me and No Do’s and Dont’s for me and No What not to Wear for me and No nonsense for me.

No banana for me, NO.  Well, OK.  Maybe.

 

Are you there God? It’s me, Penny. October 18, 2009

In honor of the woman my mother wouldn’t let me read for fear I might figure out periods and commas! No flower can bloom without a dose of Blume. (You can bet this rebel with a cause was reading it in secret anyway so there mom :-p)


My body is changing and I don’t know how to manage it.  I’m not thin like I was before.  Weight just seems to show up each morning from nowhere, no matter what I eat. OK, you see all, you see me nibble on chocolate.  But c’mon!  It’s not any more than I usually ate?  OK, it’s more, but c’mon!  I just lost my job..I..just lost my business for heaven’s sake, and now you want me to start over without a chocolate high to keep me sane!?  You’d better send me a sign.  You did it for Moses.  You did it for Sarah.  Why not for Penny?  It wouldn’t have to be a big sign either.  No parting of seas or great bolts of lightning.  Nothing scary.  I am freaked out enough as it is.

Tell me what to do with my hair.  That would work.  For a start.  Is long hair really not the thing to do at 40?  Hubby likes it.  Or so he says, but you know him.  He’s so sweet.  He says everything is perfect, even when we both know it’s not.  Should I get a perm?  Will that cheer me up?  Highlights?  My hair has gone dull dishwater blond again.  What a horrible name for a hair color.  Who the heck came up with that?  Hairstylists wanting to push Highlights, that’s who.  “Ooooooh, you have such an interesting shade of blond.” they coo, “It’s pretty.  Dishwater Blond, but very rich.  It could be nicer with some highlights, of  course…”  Boom! Sold.  You know me.  I’m very open to suggestions.

I don’t know why I get up in the morning.  I used to get up at the crack of dawn, knowing I was Queen of the World, Empress of my Domain, you remember?  Yes, with the Power Suits and the PowerBook, armed and ready to Divide and Conquer my Territory.  If I wasn’t supposed to have gone into the sales thing, why didn’t you tell me sooner?  If I was supposed to be a homemaker like mom, why didn’t you just shoot me down when I first started.  I would have taken the hint?  You let me rise to the top, and then be thrown off a cliff.  That was just plain mean.

OK.  Sorry.  Not really your fault.  Free-Will and all that.  Fine.  My fault.  But what now?  What comes next?  You have got to send me a sign. How about using Twitter? I’m on Twitter…are you?  Yep.  I have become a Twit.  Or is it Twitterer..I don’t know yet.  Just getting to know this stuff.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to start again?  I guess you do, with the Great Flood and all that.

So, I’ve been loyal and faithful and good and kind, and done what I was supposed to do, so could you possibly find a minute to let me know what comes next?  I realize it’s a big universe, and I am only a tiny spec, but could you please, pleeeeeeaaaaassse, take a second for little ol’ Penny, and tell me for starters, do I get the perm and the highlights or just cut the whole thing off?