Archive for November, 2005
The early feminists Cady B. Stanton, for one, were pro-life. Why? Learn more here.
I don’t believe that abortion is pro-woman at all. It is pro boyfriend, husband, employer, college, etc., but not pro woman. A woman must sacrifice part of herself to claim this “right”. She must bear the scars. She must face the emotional and physical repruccusions long after the child is dead. Meanwhile, the man is off the hook financially, emotionally, but most of all physically.
Not surprising really. While the researchers couldn’t take testosterone samples of dead artists, they could today. My theory? Testosterone is high which makes them aggressive, sexual and willing to “risk it” creatively. Testosterone is the sexy, creative hormone–for men and women, too. Women, don’t get your ovaries yanked–it messes with this hormone. Not only can you no longer create babies but the creative juices don’t flow either. That’s bad news all the way around.
A side note, ovarian cysts and other ovary problems indicate creativity problems in Chinese Medicine. Funny how that works, huh?
My mother took my last post literally. The List was more a if money-was-no-object (and it always is) kind of list.
Actually, it was rather small-minded, don’t you think? It got me to considering what, if all things were possible (wait a minute, they are!), I would really want.
That post will come soon. That will require some thought.
P.S. For those who, like my mother, are new to all things internet, anyone can go to Amazon and put a wish list together. That way, friends and family don’t fumble around when trying to please you on those special days. If you find my wish list, you’ll notice that it is empty. All kinds of good people use these things though–I don’t think it makes you a bad person to know what you want and then share it, does it? Or are you only a good person if you receive gifts you despise that cost the giver lots of consternation, money and time to buy for you? Just asking…..
I turn a shade of very-young 30 coming up here soon. Here is my wish list in no particular order.
- Pedometer: Gadgety and good, too.
- Lord of the Rings: This leather-bound version is sure to please, me, and is surprisingly affordable. I have the green pleather (pretend leather) version, but this one is the 50th anniversary with more features than non-geeks can comprehend. Show me the love.
- I-Pod: Ok, my covetous, yet cheap, heart has long lusted for an I-Pod. Now they have a video version–just think! downloadable shows. The Nano, though, wins for sleek, sultry and transportable (lose-able too, I’m afraid, but I’ll risk it). Pricey but nicey. Don’t forget, I-Pod accessories are a must among the young, rich and hip: Like a dock, or an arm-band in pink is a must!, don’t forget the charger, and must have the pink protective cover. Oh yeah! And the Shuffle, so I don’t have to listen to all the same songs in a row. And of course the Juicey Couture Shuffle(you fashion hounds know this name, don’t deny it) lanyard. Ok, I didn’t really want that, it is ridiculous, but funny. Ultimately, I want a speaker hook-up so I can listen in the office (hate Yahoo! Launch commercials and stupid songs I don’t want to hear) and play them in the Living Room when entertaining.
- Cashmere blanket: (In vanilla, please.) It is on sale for only $429.00! A bargain! Cashmere breathes and is soft too. It’s more a need than a want.
- Stemless wine glasses: For that twice yearly venture into Red Wine, it would be delightful to not have to worry about breaking stems.
- Vacuum Cleaner: Form meet function. There was a time in my early married life that a vacuum might offend my romantic sensibilities. That time has passed. Is it excessive to pay over $400 for a vacuum cleaner? That’s for you to decide. But, over the decade+, we’re on junk vacuum #3 so it adds up. Might as well get a good one that will last.
- Digital Camera with Zoom: Yes, I love my wee Sony digital at 7.2 MP. The only problemo? Feeble flash and zero zoom (more than zero, but not much). This Canon will be my last camera for the year I promise.
- Coldplay X&Y: Though European socialists, bordering on Communists (as long as it’s everyone elses money, of course), I love their music! Addictive. As the scrawny runt Oliver Twist said, “Moh please.”
- Serenity: Since serenity seems to be an elusive commodity at least I could have the movie. Missed it at the theatre. Must have babysitter!
- Almost any Interior Design book: Albert Hadley, Dan Carithers, Mark Hampton and this by him, you name it, reading the masters is fun stuff.
Ultimately, this year, more than any other, I’m just happy to be alive. Having a new kid has made me want to live more than ever and fear not living more than ever, too. Children need their mothers. Obvious yes, but not something that occupied much mental space until recently. Anyway, just glad to be alive and here for them. Some days (not today, heh!) are so magical and sweet that I want to revel in each sparkly moment.
I love my life. How blessed to be living.
You didn’t know this did you? Because, who care’s right?
Unless plagued by boils, and Wal-Mart alone carries the cure, I shop at Tar-jay. Sorry Sam. But that’s not true for everyone.