International Images for International Women’s Day (Re-blogged)

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I decided to post some multi-cultural images in observation of International Women’s Day. Other blogs and articles that I read today are strictly focused on European or Asian women, so I wanted to give those of us who are severely under-represented the spotlight!

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International Images for International Women’s Day

I decided to post some multi-cultural images in observation of International Women’s Day. Other blogs and articles that I read today are strictly focused on European or Asian women, so I wanted to give those of us who are severely under-represented the spotlight!

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Mother’s Day Musings…2016!

Today is Mother’s Day here in the States. Last year, I did a post titled “Mother’s Day & 391 Days,” which marked how many days the young women abducted by Boko Haram have been gone from their families and loved ones. Today marks day number 755, in case you were wondering. Yes, I still keep vigil for them. They might be forgotten by many, but not by their families. Not forgotten by anyone who knows what it’s like to be abused. Not forgotten by anyone who has had their own child abducted from them by a spouse, family member, friend, or complete stranger.

The Mercury retrograde is so bad, I was remiss in marking the passing of a notable, courageous woman: Afeni Shakur Davis. From CNN:

“Afeni Shakur Davis, the mother of one of hip-hop’s most seminal and iconic figures, has died at age 69, the Marin County, California, sheriff’s office said Tuesday. Though she is best known as Tupac Shakur’s mom, Shakur Davis also was a Black Panther as a young adult and an activist and philanthropist in her later years.

Deputies responded to a family member’s call reporting “a possible cardiac arrest” at Shakur Davis’ Sausalito home about 9:34 p.m. Monday, the Marin County Sheriff’s Office said. Shakur Davis was taken to Marin General Hospital, where she died at 10:28 p.m., the office said. There was nothing suspicious about her death and there’s no evidence of foul play, Lt. Doug Pittman said Tuesday. An autopsy was scheduled for later in the day.”

Afeni was a tireless activist, even in the middle of her own personal struggles. She did her best to realize her son’s dream, which is one that all should take note of and strive towards. There was far more to her, and to Tupac, that many are ignorant of. She will be missed.

Afeni Shakur (Davis), nee Alice Faye Williams: 10 January 1947 – 2 May 2016

Here are three songs with “Mother” in the title to celebrate the day.

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Myriad May Musings…2015…

It’s the final day in May, and I have a few things on my mind…but these things need to be kept shrouded in hidden meanings, double entendre, and just not spoken directly – but I’m sure my point will be made to those who are capable of comprehension. In fact, I’ll be polite and give fair warning: the following content might be more appreciated by other women, so any male readers are free to disengage from this point.

Are they gone? Good. Sit back and enjoy the show, LOL

First off: baseball. I adore the “Boys of Summer!” My eyes are glued to the television as my Seattle Mariners do their thing. Win or lose, they have still been fantastic this year; most games have been close until the final inning, and they are just a joy to watch…for many reasons…not that I’m trying to be shallow or anything.

Credit: raysrenegade.mlblogs.com

My creativity is being stifled on some fronts, and I’m beyond annoyed…I’m a bit put out! Sometimes, the non-creative spouse puts a damper and a strain on the creative one. No, they don’t mean to, but open the ears and listen. If you ask, “How can I help you?” and the answer is, “Give me some room and space, please.” – then that’s the answer. Don’t take it personally; don’t make it about you, just take it for what it is and clear out for a friggin’ hour or five. I have my creative times…if you can’t, or won’t, work on your own hobbies, that’s not my problem.

Credit: blacksportsonline.com

In sports, I’d have to say that rugby players, some (American) football players, and a lot of baseball players have the best physiques. You definitely see the most variety, at least! This is one important way we differ from men, ladies: most of us actually like someone that looks real. I think we look for more than one specific body part…or is that parts? No plastic necessary, at any rate!

Credit: rangersblog.dallasnews.com

It’s funny to me that in all of nature, only human beings require that the female go out of her way for male attention…and the depths to which many stoop just seems to get worse and worse. It wasn’t that way, but became that way – who knows when it changed. It’s definitely repugnant, but seems to be ‘the norm.’ I see many blog avatars that make me cringe…yep, I guess I’m guilty of “judging a book by its cover,” but then again…people judge me on my choice of avatar before they even read me, so – go figure! It’s human nature, I suppose. Still…it would be nice to just sit back and do nothing, yet be surrounded by quietly preening gentlemen.

Just once, I’d love to walk down a city street and see billboards like the picture below, which is from an article I found fascinating. Just imagine: no Victoria’s Secret ads; no breast-feeding women whipping their mammaries out for every ‘La Leche’ lech and creepy voyeur to dribble over, no movie ad with some semi-nude female in the arms of a fully-clad ‘alpha,’ bursting the seams of what little material covers her pneumatic pectorals – just mesomorphic male perfection. Wouldn’t that be a refreshing change of pace?

Gallery-goers pose with supersize poster for Nude Men exhibition

Credit: Getty Images

I was making a point somewhere, but I think I lost track. Oh well…here’s a good song.

Rod Stewart: “Passion

Credit: holidaysimages.com

 

Mother’s Day & 391 Days…

I turned my phone on this morning after starting the morning coffee and firing up the CPU. Get some blues playing while waiting for the phone to boot-up its own little, internal CPU. First text of the day: “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!” My son remembered, and it makes me smile. He always remembers my birthday, but he would only remember Mother’s Day when he was still a little guy in elementary school – I think this is the first time he’s remembered since his “teens-ages.” We mothers know that once puberty hits, our children don’t seem to revere us as goddesses with the powers to slay the monster under the bed. No, sons begin to put other females above the one who gave them life. Daughters roll their eyes and sigh dramatically at their mothers, who just have NO idea what it’s like to be cool, “hawt,” and everything in-between. They rush ahead at the mall, not wanting to be seen with “dowdy, frumpy ol’ mum” – especially if said mum is doing the wrong thing by trying to wear what her daughters are wearing. Admit it – we have all seen examples of that, and sometimes it ain’t pretty!

Motherhood isn’t easy; many of us know and accept that it is a mostly thankless job. Some women aren’t equipped to be mothers at all, while the majority of us give it our best shot and hope that our chicks can fly when we boot them from the nest. Some can’t cut the apron-strings and end up mothering their own nieces, nephews, and/or grandchildren. Some are wonderful, some are a downright pain, and some are horribly abusive.

Calling some women “mothers” is being overly generous – Susan Smith and Andrea Yates, for example. I was adopted and raised by a “Mommie Dearest-type,” yet am fortunate to have been reunited with my birth mother – and having her in my life is fantastic. I have her height, her laugh, her smile, and her love for all types of music.

We weep tears of pain in the middle of the night, at the end of a hard day. We weep tears of joy as our hearts swell with pride when our children take that first, tentative step and watch those faltering steps become strides of confidence. We weep as we mourn the untimely death of a child, taken far too soon. Motherhood is certainly filled with pain; childbirth is usually our first inkling of how painful it can be.

The girls from Chibok, Nigeria surely know this as well, since some of them are now mothers, themselves – and they did not ask to be. They love and care for their children and are trying to make the best of a truly horrific situation. Motherhood is sometimes thrust upon girls and women before they are ready, through no fault of their own.

Still, in the middle of heartache, tragedy, and pain we mothers endure. We put up with a lot. Hearing a genuine “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!” from your child makes it all worthwhile.

370 Days.

On 14 April, 2014, approximately 270 girl were kidnapped from a school in Chibok, Nigera by the terrorist group Boko Haram. Nobel Peace Prize winner Malala Yousafzai penned a heartfelt letter to the girls…if only they could see it and know that there are people who are doing everything in their limited power to bring them home. From the Huffington Post:

On the eve of the first anniversary of Boko Haram’s abduction of nearly 300 schoolgirls in Nigeria, Malala Yousafzai has published an open letter to the kidnapped girls, offering them words of “solidarity, love and hope.” “Like you, I was a target of militants who did not want girls to go to school,” the 17-year-old Nobel Peace Prize winner wrote. Yousafzai was shot in the face by the Taliban in 2012 for championing the rights of girls to go to school in Pakistan. On April 14, 2014, Boko Haram abducted more than 270 girls from a school in Chibok, Nigeria. Soon after, more than 50 of them managed to escape, but it’s believed the others remain captive. Reports have emerged of the kidnapped girls being tortured, raped, forced to convert to Islam, and being married off to members of Boko Haram. In her letter, published on Monday, a day before the one-year mark since the mass abduction, Yousafzai criticized the Nigerian government and the international community for not doing “enough to help” the captured girls.

She is correct – not enough is being done, and I would like to know why. The missing Malaysian airliner still gets more press coverage than 200 living, breathing, suffering human beings.

The American hostages in Iran, back in 1979, were held for a total of 444 days – but they were adults. Yes, they were subjected to psychological trauma…there is no question about that. However, any women who were captured during that time were released fairly quickly, as were the non-white individuals – so the hostage-taking back than was a completely different situation than the ordeal that these young girls are being forced to endure.

I am going to do what newsman Walter Cronkite did back then: start counting the days until they are returned. It’s all I can do at the moment…keep the awareness and some small hope alive.

More Midweek Musings…

Here it is, ‘Ash Wednesday,’ a religious observance which marks the beginning of Lent for certain Xian denominations and which follows ‘Shrove Tuesday.’ More people, however, associate the 3rd Tuesday in March with that observance of decadence and debauchery known as Mardi Gras – ‘Fat Tuesday.’ Many cities in the States observe this day with parades and public drunkenness, with guys exhorting women to “show us your tits!” for cheap, 5-cent beads. This got me to thinking about how idiotic males and females truly are when it comes to the opposite gender.

First off, you have drunken guys. Not the most attractive group, by any means – yet, because there are more men than women, population-wise, there is a created competition that is exacerbated by the ‘mob mentality’ of the crowd. Next, add equally drunken chicks – also unattractive IMHO, but some feel that women just look better than men so, ergo ipso facto, they can never look bad in any situation. That, combined with the uninhibited atmosphere and the copious amounts of liquor imbibed, culminates in the afore-mentioned tit-flashing. Women have been conditioned to get attention from men by baring their mammary glands – and have the nerve to call it “empowering.”

Some slut poses a certain way on the cover of a magazine, and it is somehow “empowering.” Some bimbo actress poses another, certain way on the cover of a different magazine and gets 13 hours of mention on a ‘news-feed.’ Worthless cunts like Paris Hilton and Kim Kar-trash-ian are wealthy because of their names and familial connections, yet are somehow famous and worshipped by many because they “empowered” themselves by making cheesy porn – and those bitches aren’t attractive, contrary to popular opinion. An iced dog turd is not a 5-layer wedding cake…it is just an iced dog turd. Those useless slags are nothing but iced dog turds, yet are fawned over like golden calves. There is such an inundation of nude females on the interwebs that finding tasteful pics of anything is nearly impossible – even finding a good pic of those stiletto heels I posted was difficult – and there are absolutely no nude or semi-nude men to be found, which is what I enjoy looking at. Hey, I’m a straight female…I like seeing attractive men!

50 Shades of Grey is popular amongst the single, female 20-somethings. Why is that? What’s the connection, there? I have read some excerpts of the book and find them quite tame, personally…I have no desire to read it, nor see the movie – and I suppose being happily married (with quite the active sex life, LOL) just might have something to do with it! I’m friggin’ glad that I’m not single in this day and age – competing with plastic attention-whores isn’t my thing, and wasn’t even when I was in my 20s. I’ve never been willing to use cheap tricks to attract men; I have too much dignity for that. And before you start ASSuming that I’m some hideous troll, I can assure you that I don’t lack in the looks department. I am very attractive – period. I just happen to value my intelligence above my looks! I don’t neglect my appearance because I enjoy looking nice, and my husband stays very happy and satisfied – I don’t worry about his eyes wandering. This is why I don’t use my personal pic for my avatar: I want people to focus on my words, not my face. Sure, I’d probably get more male readers if I did so, but again…no cheap tricks for me. Either you like my blog or you don’t…my looks are irrelevant if you read big-person books or blogs with few (or no) shiny pictures. If you must know, though, I have been described thusly: “Awesome,” “Dynamite,” “Spectacular,” “Beautiful,” “Gorgeous,” “Hot,” “Stunning,” “Breathtaking,” and “Stone cold fox.” I am 5’11” and did runway modeling for 2 years…so I’m fine, thank you very much! I’ve also been described as: “A bit much,” “Hedonistic,” and “Intimidating” – again, no skin off my happy arse; either you like me or you don’t.

Which brings me to my next subject: whiny guys. There are a shit-ton of whiny fucking men out there, and I want to ask, “Why are you crying?” You make it clear that you want phony-assed broads with no brains and fake tits, then wonder why real females won’t bother with your juvenile, immature arses? You claim to respect women, yet only acknowledge the ones that send you salacious pics…or, the ones posting said pics on their Shitter and Insta-Ham accounts. Pretty difficult to have a conversation with a person who won’t give you the time of day, simply because you won’t show them your muff! It’s so pathetic I have to laugh…I know, you probably think I sound bitter or angry – but I’m really not. I have no reason to be. It’s just ludicrous to hear people whinge and moan about situations they have walked right into! Oh, well – ultimately, it’s their problem. I’m not in the counseling business….there isn’t enough money to put myself through that nonsense.

It is the Lunar New Year – 2015 marks the Year of the Goat (or Ram, or Sheep – translations vary). It has already arrived in places like New Zealand, Thailand, the Philippines, and other countries in Southeastern Asia. From Chinese Zodiac 2015:

“The Sheep (Goat) is a Yin energy, a symbol of Peace, Harmonious co-existence and Tranquility. That is the primary and fundamental mood for this year. Though there are cries for War and a countdown is soon to begin, if any almanac serves me well – War will be averted and a period of mending and compromise will be undertaken to ensure Peace is maintained.

The Sheep is the symbol of the Arts. It relates to passive and nurturing times. It will help the healing process with regard to past events caused by individuals who have little respect for the human race or life itself. It will be a year of banding together in faith and in belief that good will prevail and win out over the forces that refuse to comply to a peaceful way of life. For those who trust in goodness, happiness and success will follow.

The emphasis will be on joining forces in order to fight the evil and destruction that has been brewing. With the planet Saturn into the sign Scorpio and the planet Pluto in its long stay in the sign Capricorn, there will be greater concern with structure, getting back to basics and using greater intuition to find solutions to problems that have been plaguing the world for some time.

Much will depends on this – the balance of international economy and social harmony is in peace. The call for war is not a step to be taken lightly. Though sabers are rattling on either side, as the calming vapours of the Sheep year spreads over the Nations, sentiments will be kindled and wisdom will prevail. Fate will send emissaries to change the faces of aggression towards a more Peaceful compromise. It does not kill the doubts, anger or desire for violence, but it puts a blanket of constrain over it.”

We can only hope…we can only hope. Maha Shivaratri.

Last, but certainly NOT least – shame on me for getting my calendar late! See, I usually rely on my trusty Simpsons wall calendar to keep me updated on important days throughout the year, but I ordered mine after the beginning of the year. It arrived in the mail yesterday, and it shamed me to see that I forgot to give props to “Black Love Day,” which is always on 13 February – and I neglected to mention it in Friday’s post! I personally believe that genuine, true love is of utmost importance…and if you’re fortunate enough to have it in your life, then you are truly blessed. I know that I am.
Eurythmics: “Love is a Stranger
Roman Holiday: “One Foot Back in Your Door
Sweet: “Love is Like Oxygen
Lady Saw: “Bed Noise

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