Friday, July 23, 2010

It's F*!kin Hot!

FU global warming naysayers!!!! The pigeons are eating ice cream in my backyard because it's so f'in hot!

Some dumb ass in my area was fined because she left her 14 year old dog in the car while she shopped in Costco. It's 95+ degrees! The dog died. She should have been arrested. These stories make me cry. Sometimes I hate people.

Sometimes I love them too though. Like when they care enough to take care of animals. Check out these pics on CNN of animals "eating icy treats". Though I'm not so sure about the monkey with the rope and chain around his neck. And really all these animals are in zoos which generally suck. But still...they're eating ice cream and stuff.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Sh!t I Should Have Said...


I tried to commit suicide by sticking my head in the oven, but there was a cake in it.

-Lesley Boone

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

When I Was a Teenager...

This was the list I made when planning my life:

- Age 22-24: fabulous career
- Age 24: get married
- Age 24-26: spend 2 years traveling the world with husband and spending "quality time" before getting pregnant
- Age 27: baby #1
- Age 28: baby #2
- Age 29: baby #3
- Age 30: fabulous career, marriage, and 3 kids

I didn't bother planning for what would happen after age 30. Needless to say, it hasn't quite worked out that way. Fortunately, my perspective on age has changed. Unfortunately biology hasn't.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Why Women Aren't as Interested in Sex as Men

It's true. We're just not as into sex as guys. I'm sure there are some women out there who will disagree - perhaps a few porn stars or others who make their livings pretending that they want sex all the time.

For most of us (at least in my unscientific polling of female friends), we like it well enough, but it's just not a priority.

Why?

Well here's my theory (I'm famous for these) ... women aren't as into sex because we're worried about getting pregnant. Duh!

From the time we're kids we're told that if we get pregnant our lives will be ruined. We like to think that we are liberated and in control but the fact is that even if we're using the pill, condoms, and tracking our fertile days, there's always a chance.

Imagine if someone told you that you could have a delicious piece of chocolate cake (had to work cake into this somehow), but that there was a reasonable chance that every time you ate that cake, you would get sick, get fat (interestingly applies to cake AND sex), let down your family and possibly be disowned by them, ruin your career and future ability to work, stop doing most of the activities that you love, and have unbelievable amounts of stress in your life?

It doesn't matter how good that cake is, it just doesn't sound all that appealing anymore now does it?

Even when you stop worrying that it will be the end of your world (like after you've gotten married and your partner is cool with it and won't leave you a single mommy scraping by on welfare checks and half your friends have kids so you won't be a total social outcast), it's hard to get excited about that cake. Those fears still linger.

In case you think I'm overstating women's fears about getting pregnant, look at my friend Mandy* who had a blood clot from using birth control pills and still uses them because she'd "rather have a stroke than get pregnant".

How sad is that?

The point is, we spend our whole lives being freaked out about getting pregnant. It's hard to enjoy something that has the potential to cause a lot of chaos. And yes, it causes chaos for men too, but I would venture to say it's a lot less.

After all, a lot of us would still eat the cake even if it might cause us a headache...or a funny rash.


* Mandy I changed your name, but you know who you are and I still think this is one of the dumbest things I've ever heard!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Who Am I?

I'm Meg, a woman with a lot of opinions who is a little late to the blogging party.

So why blogging?

Honestly, I don't know.
Maybe because writing in a journal is lonely.
Maybe because I have some strong opinions on things and want to get them out there.
Maybe because I want someone, make that ANYONE, to read this.

Whatever the reason, I'm starting now with the goal of writing every other day (I bolded it so now I guess I have to do it). Why not every day you ask? Well a girl has to live a little in order to have something to say!

We'll see what comes up. But my plan is to talk about things that interest me. Sex. Love. Life. And of course...Cake.

I'll apologize now to my loved ones...my husband, my mom, my sisters, my friends, and my dog. I promise to never embarrass you...at least not by name.