Hey boos. Not much to say because I want to get a run in during this fine, soft weather we’re having before heading to Va. I actually really love running in the rain. In any kind of weather actually. I just like being outside. I don’t get people who bitch about the weather all the time. Is there anything more futile to bitch about? I mean if there’s one thing you really can’t control, it’s that. On a related note, I get that bitching and moaning can be funny in the movies and as an escape, but this is real life man, and it’s hard enough, so if you need to gather a consortium of the miserably like-minded to commiserate with, can you maybe break it up a little and not find something to be peeved at every single day? Ya know, take a few days off. Because I’m not sure if you’re aware of this but if you start things off with a positive — “Hey this was so cool…” — rather than a negative — “Waaaa, someone pay attention to my needs because harumph.” — the chorus will agree with the cool. Supply the tone and the emotion will follow. Or something. Anyway, the world will be a nicer place in some small way. And the rest of us will be most grateful. Just putting it out there. Please pick it up.
I’ve spent the last few days concentrating on writing about women and what they want from the economy, particularly the differences between what conservative women want versus what liberal women want in that regard. So, while men are infinitely more interesting to me (the reasons for that should be obvious), I had a little thought about women that kind of struck me: man can they turn guys into jerks. They can also be the best thing that ever happened to a jerk, mellowing him and showing him how to be a little kinder. We really do have a lot of influence over men (the reasons for that should be obvious). And I’ve seen, over the course of the last year or so, what both of those scenarios look like: the mild-mannered man whom I get along with pretty well turn into an absolute cretin jerkwad because the lady in his life is putting pressure on him (is it because I’m a single woman you need him to treat me like that? Because lady, really, I’m not interested. And if I was, you’d know it and it’d be a whole different ballgame than the one you’re currently trying to manage); and the raging ass who is tempered by the influence of a good girl who — and man did you get lucky. For real, dude. You need to never forget that. — turns him into something of a nice guy by association. It definitely falls under the “traitor to my gender” thing but when a man is being a tool to me I immediately look to the woman in his life. Because she either inspires you toward kindness or the opposite. And all that is just so very telling. So very, very telling.
Anyway, that’s really all I have because I’m slightly brain dead and my writing assignment just got reupped (because I did good, yo) so I’m now turning my attention to 5000 words on the separation of church and state. There’s a way to be funny and charming about that subject, right? I’m determined to find out. Till the next time we talk, here’s just a few things.
I think this un-ironically falls under the “Thanks Obama” meme.
It’s starting to seem like maybe there’s more going on here than an annexing in Crimea. That’s the scrubbed, PR version. And that scares me a little.
This is a thing of beauty. So glorious. And Uggla, it’s so nice to have you back. See you next time you’re in DC. I’ll be the one inappropriately yelling during crowd silences. Find me.
He’s doing a James Joyce novel today but here’s one of my favorites:
A friend posted this song this morning “Just because it’s awesome.” And it is. Enjoy your rainy day my sweethearts. Rain is pretty, too.