Getting them young?

I just saw pictures via facebook of a two and a half year old little girl putting make-up on. Two. She's just two. It boggles my mind. I really, I don't know how to feel, but it bothers me. To my core, it bothers me.

I happen to know the mommy. So I know mommy puts make-up on every morning before going to work, or going anywhere for that matter, and her little girl watches her. She wants to be like mommy. She wants lipstick, etc., too.

Mommy loves make-up. Mommy loves being a "girlie-girl". This is something I've never understood. It's too much work in my eyes for one thing, but for another, there has always been a stigma attached to being that kind of woman for me. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but from my childhood (as far back as I can remember), I have always been under the impression that society sees "girlie'girls" as lesser creatures. Somehow they are less useful, less important, less vaulued, less skilled, than men, or even just normal women. I have always stroven to prove I wasn't girlie, that I could do anything any man could do, that I was just as good, just as strong, and just as smart, damnit.

So perhaps it is my life long association with sexism that makes me dislike the idea of 'girlie-girls'. I suppose feminism still has a long way to go, even among women...

*sigh*

I still think two years old is too young to be teaching little girls to wear make-up, or even letting them play with it. I don't care if it's kid safe, that's not the point. It just doesn't feel innocent to me. This little girl is being taught that to be a woman she has to wear make-up, she has to hide her real face because it's not good enough, that she must be pretty. That kind of thinking leads to little girls, and then women thinking that the only value they have is in how they look, not who they are or what they can do!

I hate this. I hate that we teach our children to feel inadequate. I know this is what it boils down to. I've heard the mommy express similar worries -- worries that without her make-up she's not pretty, that she can't show her face. The irony of course is that I've always found her prettier when she wasn't hiding herself under all that crap. But even if she wasn't "prettier" without it, that is so not the point. The point is that she feels the need to hide herself. I hate that we live in a world that teaches women they must be beautiful above all else. She's a wonderful woman, she has a great smile, and her bubbly, friendly, personality can light up any room. It shouldn't matter what she looks like, damnit.

Sometimes it Sucks to be a Woman (TMI Ahead)

When I was younger I never used to have any discomfort during menses, before or after, or any of that. In recent years I developed PCOS. So I didn't really have regular periods for a long time, it didn't bother me so much, other than they were erratic, that's always annoying. But again, they weren't painful.

Well, ever since I started taking BC, first to help my uteran health as a result of the PCOS, and then as actual birth control, my menses has become more and more unpleasant. Unpleasant in the sense doctors use it: "This is going to be... unpleasant," and then you experience some of the worst pain of your life. Yeah, like that.

I don't understand, is it because I'm approaching 30? Is my body now torturing me for getting old? I've never felt this kind of pain before. It feels like my uterus is trying to rip itself out of my body. Or, rather, it's going on a rampage, and it's ripping apart all my other internal organs, you know, in spite or something.

I've never been bed-ridden from menses before, but honest to gods, I think today is going to be the day. It hurts to exist, it hurts just sitting here, the pain when I stand up is almost enough to take my breath away. I can barely think for the pain. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give this an 8, a solid 8.

I hate my uterus today, I really really do.

Too funny.

Found this through Twitter. I've seen a clip of Sarah's before, I don't know why I don't have it bookmarked. Sarah Haskins is my kind of woman. This episode of Target Women, is on Chocolate. Just in time for Valentines day. Gods it cracked me up.

Sarah Haskins in Target Women - Chocolate Ep

"chocolate is practically fruit! except when it's wind."

best line ever.

Hum... I think I shall go watch this again in fact! Whee!

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

Yesterday I messaged Neda on facebook asking her if she was alive - I really haven't heard from her since around Christmas - and told her I missed her (I mean, of course I do). Asked her to drop me a line.

Well, bless her sweet heart, she did one better, she called me! I got to talk to my Neda! Sunshine!!

Oh I needed that. You can't imagine how much I needed that! I feel so much better today!

Yay!

And it made me think of one of my favourite songs. Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers. Bill Withers really is awesome.



Thank the gods sunshine translates through the phone lines or I really would be the saddest SOB!! As it is my heart is light and full of joy for having such a good friend. She saved me once again! I should never have doubted! Some women find men, and make them their best friends, and sort of... abandon, or loose need fro their girl friends for the most part. That.. that is not me. I could handle loosing any man, I could not handle loosing Neda. She's my sunshine!

I still miss her. There's a whole in my life, and my heart where she's supposed to be, but she'll come home again and fill it. And in the meantime, I get little bits of sunshine to see me through. Gods keep her, and bring her home to us. You know if she doesn't come home, it'll be more than just me buying a ticket to South Korea to kidnap her ass and bring her back home. *nods* She's well loved, she is.

I miss her.

I miss her so much it hurts.

I know she needed to go - she wanted to go, that was enough. I'm sure she's having a fab time. And she'll come home eventually(right?). But in the meantime.... oh gods to I miss her.

I didn't think I'd miss her so much, but I do. I do.

I feel like I have no friends.

No one to talk to. No one to babble with. No one to see the late night showings of kids movies withs. No one to go out to dinner with. No one to be silly with.

Her sunshine is gone and I miss it. I miss it.

I miss her.