Things I Am Over This Week

{photos by me}

Dooce
If you worship at the altar of Heather Armstrong, we can’t be friends. Her behaviour over the last few months has been absolutely disgusting. I think there is a way to handle yourself online when you have made the decision to make your life your profession and all this slinging expletives at anyone who dares question her and her actions has just left a very bad taste in my mouth (I am not the only one). What makes things worse are her masses of sycophantic followers according to whom she can do no wrong. Me? I call it like I see it and having a history of depression does not mean I won’t tell you to don your asshat and keep it moving when you deserve it.

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Shout Until They Hear You

She calls me at lunchtime today and says very plainly:

I’m checking myself back into The Ward.

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Winsome

I think it was apt, that last night as sleep pushed down my eyelids, memories had come to visit me.

I ended up dreaming of a handful of schooldays all of them linked by a certain boy.

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What Does A Woman Look Like?

Somebody please tell me.

Because apparently, we’re supposed to look a certain way and suddenly I am surrounded by experts in the field, everyone seems qualified to dictate or comment on how “real” women are meant to look. And as there are so many authorities on the subject, can someone tell me which one I’m supposed to believe?

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Where Have the Female Role Models Gone?

Whitney Houston died on Saturday and despite myself, my heart now sports another tiny fissure.

I avoided most of the reporting over the weekend and managed to steer clear of her music until this morning on the tube when brown-coated lady sat in the seat across the way and the words to I Have Nothing floated from her iPhone headphones and into my path.

I’ve been listening to pieces of her ever since.

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