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Panic is definitely my Person of Coolness today cuz not only did she make me HAHAHAHA and smoosh by posting this and saying it always made her think of me:
But she's also the instigator of my keen new What Would Lixx Do icon. If I had a dancing banana award I would totally bestow it on her.
Last night at the gym TOTALLY SUCKED. I met with the BIGGEST DOUCHE THAT EVER DOUCHED IN ALL OF DOUCHEVILLE who was all too happy to inform me that even when I lose 18 more pounds I will still be too fat because apparently when I was 18 years old and in a size 7/8 I was fat. But. You know. Fuck him and his sexually frustrated steroidally impotent small penis. I just got in the pool when we were done and kept swimming. And woke up another pound lighter this morning. I fart in your general direction, Gymbag. And this is me we're talking about so it could quite easily be a shart. Live in PHEAR Gymbag, live in PHEAR.
I'm reading an excellent book about the real life experiences of women cops on the job, not because I have any desire to become a cop but cuz I figured all info is good info at this point...
"It's been fascinating to me, talking with the guys when they first come on the job. And they've had to learn to deal with the constant threat of physical danger, whereas we women have always had it. Little girls are molested, or raped, or physically abused. Women are not safe in the their own homes. Over fifty percent of women are battered by their husbands or boyfriends. Seventy percent of all female homicide victims are killed by husbands or boyfriends. So, for women, physical safety, physical harm, is a way of life. For men, they're not used to that - they're not used to fearing for their physicaly safety - until they come on the job.
For me, it's been empowering. When I'm a civilian and it's three in the morning and I'm walking down the street by myself - if I see a group of men on the street, I have to watch, I have to constantly watch and be wary. If I cross the street and they cross with me - you know.
Now, it's three in the morning and I have a radio, I have a gun. I see that same group of men on the street and they have to watch ME. They have to worry about what I'M going to do.
Now I'm a cop and I'm in that alley and the odds have been evened. I've been given a gun, I've been given the power of arrest, I've been given society's approval to be there. Whereas before, at three in the morning, boy you had it coming to you. Now I have the approval that men take for granted, I have that acceptance. I'm no longer 'asking for it'."
And on that bit of interesting verbiage, my work here is done. I am WAY TOO EXCITED because tonight is girlie fun and tomorrow is Halloween and I have a long weekend booked off work and my life remains twirly goodness. I am going to eat all the tiny chocolate bars in the world tomorrow and then I'm going to swim like Michael Phelps to make up for it. There will be trick or treating fun with small people and chandalier swinging fun with man of Frat and gymming with Kneegs and what could be better than that? Other than my fabulous new icon of course.
Happy Halloween people!
But she's also the instigator of my keen new What Would Lixx Do icon. If I had a dancing banana award I would totally bestow it on her.
Last night at the gym TOTALLY SUCKED. I met with the BIGGEST DOUCHE THAT EVER DOUCHED IN ALL OF DOUCHEVILLE who was all too happy to inform me that even when I lose 18 more pounds I will still be too fat because apparently when I was 18 years old and in a size 7/8 I was fat. But. You know. Fuck him and his sexually frustrated steroidally impotent small penis. I just got in the pool when we were done and kept swimming. And woke up another pound lighter this morning. I fart in your general direction, Gymbag. And this is me we're talking about so it could quite easily be a shart. Live in PHEAR Gymbag, live in PHEAR.
I'm reading an excellent book about the real life experiences of women cops on the job, not because I have any desire to become a cop but cuz I figured all info is good info at this point...
"It's been fascinating to me, talking with the guys when they first come on the job. And they've had to learn to deal with the constant threat of physical danger, whereas we women have always had it. Little girls are molested, or raped, or physically abused. Women are not safe in the their own homes. Over fifty percent of women are battered by their husbands or boyfriends. Seventy percent of all female homicide victims are killed by husbands or boyfriends. So, for women, physical safety, physical harm, is a way of life. For men, they're not used to that - they're not used to fearing for their physicaly safety - until they come on the job.
For me, it's been empowering. When I'm a civilian and it's three in the morning and I'm walking down the street by myself - if I see a group of men on the street, I have to watch, I have to constantly watch and be wary. If I cross the street and they cross with me - you know.
Now, it's three in the morning and I have a radio, I have a gun. I see that same group of men on the street and they have to watch ME. They have to worry about what I'M going to do.
Now I'm a cop and I'm in that alley and the odds have been evened. I've been given a gun, I've been given the power of arrest, I've been given society's approval to be there. Whereas before, at three in the morning, boy you had it coming to you. Now I have the approval that men take for granted, I have that acceptance. I'm no longer 'asking for it'."
And on that bit of interesting verbiage, my work here is done. I am WAY TOO EXCITED because tonight is girlie fun and tomorrow is Halloween and I have a long weekend booked off work and my life remains twirly goodness. I am going to eat all the tiny chocolate bars in the world tomorrow and then I'm going to swim like Michael Phelps to make up for it. There will be trick or treating fun with small people and chandalier swinging fun with man of Frat and gymming with Kneegs and what could be better than that? Other than my fabulous new icon of course.
Happy Halloween people!