Totally stole cupcake dog from Allahpundit. I loved it when he used it as his twitter avatar. It just spoke volumes. But I use it here to illustrate that I’ve seen some things man. I’ve been quietly (sort of) observing some really weird and uncomfortable stuff going on out in my expanded circles of influence and it’s like watching that video for Black Hole Sun. Don’t remember it? Oh well here:
Do with that what you want. I’m a little tired of explaining myself. Sometimes I feel like I speak a different language, and you know what? Maybe I do. It was suggested to me recently that perhaps I might benefit from being a little less cerebral. Reminded me of that Love Boat episode I saw as a kid — and yes, I’ve written about this before because this is not a new theme for me — where the lady rocket scientist had to play dumb because men ended up intimidated by her capacity for rocket science. And for a lot of my life I’ve downplayed that side of me. Mom tells me how hard I cried when I had to get glasses in elementary school because I was worried everyone would think I was a nerd — not of course realizing that all the other shit I was into already spilled the beans. And so I’ve been dumbing myself down my whole life. In an attempt to be liked. Pathetic.
And I’m just not going to do it anymore. Sorry guys. And of course the real bitch of it is this: I could do what a lot of smart women do and just become a master manipulator. Some of the smartest women I know have employed their abilities toward nothing more than tossing people — particularly men — around like puppets on strings. Meh. I prefer to respect people so I don’t want to put them in a position where I may start to hate them. And I’m struggling with that right now. Mightily. Funny — I’m outside writing and a handsome gentleman just walked past me and politely looked at me approvingly and smiled and I thought to myself, “Keep walking man. Because you just don’t even know. Trouble.”
Not very uplifting I realize, so I’m going to leave off talking about it and hope for a lobotomy I guess.
Other things because I’m grumpy and I want to get this off my chest and be rid of it. I have things to do this beautiful weekend. The cousin and I have a music show tomorrow and I’m riding my boyfriend Sunday — hahaha, that sounds really bad. And I’m just gonna let it. CAUSE I’M A REBEL.
This is a fairly brilliant piece. Because savants may see the patterns in mathematics at a young age, but most kids don’t. Even really smart ones.
Hahaha, yeah. He’s just a good dude, no matter how you slice it. And I ache for good dudes. Don’t you? Sorry, TMI…
Hahahahaha: “Eight-time Grammy winner Usher, sources confirmed, offered a lengthy dissertation that suggested forever was the duration for which we will make love into the night, while Dr. Michio Kaku utilized intricate mathematical models to challenge inconsistencies in Diana Ross and Lionel Richie’s long-accepted theory claiming two hearts could beat as one for an endless amount of time.”
I’m out babies.