I am still amazed by the difference n our lives the internet has made. Information is just a tap away.
I am trying my hand at updating a wooden breakfast tray. I was curious about what kind of wood it was so I did a quick google. I still don’t know what type of wood it is because I googled at 10 o’clock last night while the tray was in the garage and I was in bed. I do not enjoy the process of refinishing. I just don’t have the patience. I mean, it’s a tiny little tray and it’s going to take at least a couple of more days to finish because of drying time and such. Whereas if I wanted to just paint it, I would have my tablet on it right now as I type.
On Big Brother this season there was an issue with one of the men upsetting one of them women by slapping her on the butt. This sent me off on an internal tangent. Back in the day we had Good Ol’ Boys. They were the men who called you darlin’ and thought it was cute. They hunted and watched sports and their women took care of things. They made sexist jokes and they banded together to protect each other.
We still have these people and now they are mostly creepy. Old men who just give you the heebie jeebies, but we also have a new breed. We have the group of men who are no longer young and who because of their age and race rule the world. They are friends to women. They protect women and let every woman they know be aware that they would protect them. Not realizing what they are really saying is, you’re not good enough. You need me to protect you. I am not saying it’s wrong to protect those that need it, I am saying it’s wrong to bring it up for no reason other than to make yourself feel tough. Women know what’s out there, and you bringing it up just let’s us know that you’re thinking about it. Ewwww.
It’s the same difference between saying someone looks nice today, and saying those pants look very good on you, as you walk away. One is a general notation and the other is a way of saying – I am looking at your ass.
Speaking of Ass. The Big Brother situation. Frank is the name of the guy. Frank thinks he is a nice man. Maybe he is, I don’t know. Frank bonds with women and makes them his friends. Frank protects these women. Frank slapped one of them on the ass as she walked away. And then was shocked and appalled that he upset her. He was just slapping her like he would a guy! Oh? Really? No. There is no ass slapping among men except during sports games and usually not even then. They slap on the shoulders. But with women, it’s the ass. It’s about power. Whether Frank realizes it or not, he was saying, I do this, because I can.
If you’ve experienced this you know exactly what I am talking about. If you haven’t then you are just rolling your eyes right now. Whatever. Lucky you.
Okay – got that done. It’s been sitting in my drafts folder since last week!
Enjoy your week! Do something brave.