I won't have been the first person to write this, nor will I likely be the last. I, like so many others, am just one of the many who - in shedding some of the (perhaps unintentional) burdens laid upon my psyche by the patriarchal system that dominates our society - has come to regard… Continue reading On Compliments
Being a woman has nothing to do with my anatomy or my hobbies or my sexuality or my talents.
I spent the day yesterday watching the one season of "Good Girls Revolt," an Amazon original that had sneaked under my radar when it was released a few years ago. It's historical fiction based on the real-life 1970 lawsuit filed against Newsweek by 46 of their female staff for gender discrimination. Only 10 episodes. Worth… Continue reading Good Girls Revolt (quietly?)
I'm angry. I'm angry, and it's not just because recent events have exposed my complacency with an imbalanced system because I was under the impression that "things will get better." I mean, that makes me angry. It makes me angry to have been so wrong. It means I was believing lies and avoiding truths. There… Continue reading Angry White Woman
A long time ago, when everything that mattered in my life was a mess and I spent more time crying than smiling, I decided to try something to combat the sadness that would sometimes threaten to knock me down. I would force myself to smile. It worked reasonably well. Chalk it up to one of… Continue reading Today’s Smile: An Alternative Fact
I can't words right. So, I'll just spew it out: This past weekend was a huge one for me on a professional level. I was given my opportunity to shine, and shine I did. The right people saw it. Ten years at this organization and, for the first time, I felt like I had my… Continue reading Growing Pains
I knew what she wanted. I could tell, from the way she looked at me that she wanted me to take her and make her mine. She was dressed to impress, I'll give her that. That pencil skirt showed off her curves. And when she leaned over to pick up her purse from the floor,… Continue reading What smut looks like when I’m feeling grumpy