Old Stereotypes

Funny thing about stereotypes: they often represent the truth, even when they are not necessarily politically correct. Case in point? When I was a kid, in ancient times (over 50 years ago) the stereotype was that any female...

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You do not Understand

The statement ”You do not Understand” is one of the most overused and abused statements in the English language. It is most of used to dismiss the comments, ideas, and inputs of those the person making the pronouncement. It...

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Think about it

Now I want to preempt any ranting and railing from the peanut gallery that I do not understand and am trying to belittle or marginalize the situation. Therefore, I implore you to read the WHOLE F**KING post. It occurred to...

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Old and Alone

I am not whining, I am not complaining. I am facing rrality. I am so old and alone that at some point in the near future I will have to subscribe to a health related security service. Not because of “I’ve fallen...

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One Day

One day I will think of Sandy and just smile. Smile for all of the happy memories that we shared. Smile for her smile. Smile for her love for me. Smile for my love for her. Smile because I was lucky enough to have her in my...

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Equality?

I grew up in a time of total, institutionalized, inequality based upon race, sec, religion, sexual orientation, or any other damned thing that varied from the Male WASP ”norm”. Even though I lived relatively rurally...

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Wedding Night

I am going to share my wedding night. No, it is not a ribald tale of sex and debauchery. Far from it. We came from a culture and time where sex was reserved for the wedding bed. But that is not the story I am imparting...

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Race

Anyone who sees how scientific classifications work with their classification of genus:species:sub-species hierarchy that when they differentiate between two sub-species the differences can be so subtle as to seemingly matter...

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Poor White Trash

When I was getting out of high school in the late 1960’s America was going through a revolution. No, I am not talking about the counter-culture (hippie) movement nor am I talking about the peace movement. The movement that...

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