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Once upon a time when I was young and stupid, I dated some people I shouldn’t have.
Recently, I reflected on some comments one of them made, that have me irked. (sorry not sorry)
Here’s one that surfaced today: Continue reading “Letting (her/yourself) go”
This morning started with a bang.
Continue reading “Day 26”
I have been good with the low carb thing since Monday.
That’s a lie. Monday was a holiday and we were at the Autoshow and I had to eat greasy pizza for lunch. Continue reading “Carby excuses”
Disclaimer: if you shop, and like to shop, and can afford to shop at this store, and happen to be of GenX age, by all means, all the power to you. I am describing an experience I had personally and mean no offense to any snowflakes. Proceed with caution. Trolls, negativity, insults or attacks will be deleted and blocked.
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Two weeks ago I ventured into a Victoria’s Secret for the first time in at least 25 years. Continue reading “The GenX experience at Victoria Secret”
I have been out of sorts this week.
Go ahead, roll your eyes. I know what you’re thinking:
Continue reading “The reason why”
A few months ago I stumbled across a rather interesting (and ridiculous) historical article which described how to have sex with your husband in the 1960s. The rules the women were taught to follow are hugely out of place in today’s society, but it nevertheless served as an insight to how things used to be (in the not too distant past) and, what’s more, how things still are in many societies today.
This morning I came across another similar article, but this one has to do with travel. More specifically, how a woman in the 1850s was to travel if she didn’t have a male escort to accompany her. Continue reading “Rules for women who travel alone in the 1850s”
Sometimes you just gotta type out your frustrations…am I right?
In my defense, the PMS gods are striking so that’s my excuse. 😇
Anyway, this is what has got my panties in a knot last few days:
(You’re welcome) Continue reading “When things set you off”