Love this one: you don't have to be pretty - its not the rent for a space marked "female"//fatrobit

"You don't have to be pretty.  You don't owe prettiness to anyone.  

Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street.  You don't owe it to your mother, you don't owe it to your children, you don't owe it to civilisation in general.  

Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked "female".   








 







 

 






 

 

 nice restful day so far.  80 degrees and sunny with a breeze.  the rain we had the other day seems to have blown a lot of things around.  that was a surprise.  

ate the last of the tomato bisque soup from campbells slow kettle, line of soup, they were on sale.  they are good, but i still prefer wolfgang puck creamy tomato bisque and both soups are around the same price - even though puck's soups are "gourmet" (what defines/makes it become "gourmet"?  it does taste better).

in desperate need of a mani/pedi.  had extra time for a change (don't know how that is possible) so did the excel sheets from work.  washed the car.  

called the young couple late last night, who is looking for her orange cat that is 8 months old - they sent fliers out with a photo on it.   i saw an orange stray at one of the blocks near the house by the beach really late at night, like 12:30 a.m. and luckily she works nights and can leave.  sounded like a bar.  they know to get it fixed at one of the clinics.  she says the tail is puffy, but i have no idea if this one had a tail like that.  i left it food on the block after the church heading east to the beach, it was eating when i left to call her.  

i also fell out of my car.  wth?  i was parked on a hill, so one side is higher than the other and i attempted to close the door while sitting in the driver's seat, on the side of the car slanting down and fell right out of the car and onto the road.  wth?  that is the second time i have fallen lately.  makes me wonder if i do have a middle ear infection?  all i did was get an abrasion on my knee.  so strange.  i've done that before though, but many years ago.  

if the cat would head closer to the beach, charlie feeds down there and it would be okay.  it seemed lost and like it wanted to listen when called and a real stray would just run and watch from a distance.   she says the two blocks over where she lives by the beach also feeds strays, so if the cat can figure that out it would have a real chance.  so sad when they are lost.    

one of the girls from elementary school's father died.  (so many deaths the last few years.)  i actually read obituaries nowadays.  they are often more interesting than facebook as you get to see how the whole family ended up - if the person who wrote it includes it.  totally amazes me when they exclude names and just add plus 3 great grand children.  hmmm, were they charging by the word or is it just callousness?  i know legacy doesn't charge by the word at all so what the hell?  some people have full names all the way through and little stories.  love those.  and some are super basic.  the ones people write themselves in advance of dying are generally way better than anything anyone is going to write for them.  i knew her sister from cheer leading (and that is a melodrama of what happened later because of their mother, and then i knew her because of girl scouts which was awkward.  i knew both of them from ballet.  they weren't at all alike, but sisters generally aren't very similar.  can't think of ANY that are.  so i see her father's name and suddenly i remember his name and you remember all these things.  obits are weird.  what a trigger.  

so i look up her art work.  this has come up before and get that same feeling like you you are locked into something stifling and you can't breathe or move, and all the air is gone and now you will die - like some heavy metal box with a lock on it and you are inside.  awful - hard to even look at it and she likes that stuff and teaches it.  why teach that?   she teaches art k-3, that was always her speed and her goal and she teaches it on line as well.  i never went for that kind of stuff, i'm not a crafts person (though p does crafts and does it really well) i always preferred the real deal, fine art, painting all that stuff.  the sister that was a cheerleader never liked the crafts thing either and would look at it with disdain, especially after everyone got older.  then she would say do whatever makes you happy, but the distance between them was always huge.   people who couldn't do art at all loved her stuff, so maybe that works because its one step up from people who normally can't do it at all?  it amazed all of us who were in the art program and it also amazed people in the alternate art program who had no ability and KNEW they had no ability and liked to do it because it was fun for them.  i understand that as well.  but going pro when your work is like that?  wth?    in the pro world, the answer would be "whatever sells".   if my uncles who were artists professionally saw it, they were always horrified.  it gets awkward.  especially since she does it for a living - for the passed 25 years i think, then they would grimace and say that is why they need to have themed schools nationwide, so things like bad art doesn't happen for the budding children artists and scientists.  probably true.  lol.  

e used to curl up in a chair and plug his ears if he heard bad singing or music and say, its sooooo awful.  lol.  wonder if he ever did that with his own kids.  probably wore ear plugs.