A Wicked Life

We have attached the word shaming to just about everything. Thin Shaming, Fat Shaming, Slut Shaming, Short Shaming, Tall Shaming, Smart Shaming, Dumb Shaming and Bitch Shaming. Wait, is that a thing?  Let’s talk about Slut Shaming for a bit. The hot topic of the Halloween season was slutty costumes. I know I am a few days late and that may explain my low blog following but, I’m discussing it now. So humor me a bit, all two of you.   So where were we? Slut Shaming! When I was younger and a little more… uh, slender, I used to like dressing up and showing a little skin. Nothing too sexy but enough to turn a couple of heads. That was my comfort level. I have no problem with women going out and being that “sexy” professor or “sexy” dog catcher (ironic…) anyway, to each their own. So have at it, you sexy swashbuckler, you! What I have a problem with is the ability to call it like it is. It is one thing to dress like Jessica Rabbit and another to wear almost nothing ...

Here we go again... Valentine's Day is near.  A day for lovers!  Belch. If you are single and not happy about being single, this day is worse than not having anyone to kiss on New Year's Eve.  Why does it have to be so dreadful? The ones that have a really difficult time on Valentine's Day are in a relationship and don't get anything. No flowers, chocolates, fancy dinner, or even a freaking card. Yes, there are plenty of individuals that do not get something from their lovey.  T he best? Is when you are single and that "secret admirer" sends a beautiful rose. Not really... it's creepy. Secret admirers are stalkers.  Back in the day, this holiday was more like a lottery for lovers . Y oung girls would write down their names on slips of papers and put them in a bucket or urn. Urn sounds cooler... so urn it is.  Anyway, these names would be drawn by the young men. The drawer and drawee would then be coupled for the re...