Category: culture

The Ghosts of Genetic’s Past

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My cramps and overall terrible nature of the side effect pertaining to the my period get worst, albeit only marginally, every month.  At this point in my almost mid thirties, it’s like that my heritage and evolutionary demands are mad at me for being childless, for going not being pregnant month after month, for not exercising the full extent of my uterus.  A determined army of ninjas drum a little louder every month, a chorus of knocking knees nag louder, and pack of miniature bears claw a little more frantically every month.

No no it’s not that aching uterus complex that people talk about, it’s not that ticking clock that people refer to, I am talking about the revenge of the demon gods of my ancestors.  Slowly they are shedding my insides, angry at my refusal to follow into my path of female role fulfillment.  Grrrr curse you back you monster of genetics!  You phantoms of routine!  You ghosts of nature’s past!   Back off, and let a woman work for a living.

Feminism, Football, Capitalism, and Cancer, All together

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Abstract:

Ok so as it turns out, the “pink out” that the NFL supports to raise money for breast cancer (everyone wears pink, therefore they buy pink things, and those profits cure cancer) is not actually raising money that is helping boobs win the cancer battle.  Where the money goes is towards community awareness.  Awareness, as you are aware, does not solve problems.  Research, science, healthy eating, a non sedentary life style, and open mindedness to finding a solution are the solution.

Objective:

Concerning the NLF’s largely popular campaign “Pink Out” during the month of October and the accusation that this program is not actually doing anything productive to cure cancer found in the breast tissue of women.

  1. I am not surprised and neither should you be.
  2. The reason why it is so popular is because football is intrinsically boring and anything that might add excitement to this game of waiting is welcomed with pom pom enthusiastic arms.
  3. This proves that there exists a potential audience for females, and there is a lot of money to be made.  Football is geared to men and woman who want to impress men or at least have a common interest.  But it is not intrinsically geared towards women.

All advertisers and business know that the women spend money.  So here are Marigold’s ideas on how to make football more approachable to women, therefore at least doubling the spectator volume which in turn brings in more revenue, while simultaneously making this all-American sport more entertaining.

Ready?

Uniforms.  Change the ugly, hideous, beyond bland and never changing uniforms to something that, I don’t know, actually make the athletes look sexy? Not like a light sack of blubbery garbage? They are fully covered in spandex, and is it horrifying.  HORRIFYING.  God not only do you have to wait on average 20 minutes for anything to actually happen, you actually have to watch overweight men in KHAKI skin colored spandex lean over with their ass in high definition.  Vogue won’t even put the hottest woman with the derriere of the year in flesh colored tights.  Yet, here, we have a team of men wearing the most deplorable outfit ever constructed.  Please, give me something not only repulsive, but sexy.  There are very good looking, athletic men, running around, sweating and yelling and dancing, please let’s focus on sexifying that man!  Let us focus on fashion and style and trend in this untouched worlds of sports. Show him up close with fake balls even.  Stuff that junk!  Oh don’t be so stuffy, women do it all the time with their lips and their boobs, with the high heals impossible to walk in shoes and the make-up.  We put on a good show and have a good time doing it, let’s see those beautiful and tough men out on a real show for everyone.

Let’s turn the tables and make money.

Oh, still concerned about raising money for breast cancer? Skip the pink shirt, bandana, and banner and donate money to cancer research.

Pondering Milk Mostly, Chef’s Notes

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What happens when you dehydrate milk?  Do you get milk powder?  Milk tuile?

I bet I will have to make my own evaporated coconut milk… coconut milk jam it is!

I should start making my own milk chocolate… darkest of darkness chocolate, plus sweetened condensed milk, plus toast milk solids.  Yup!

Is it possible to make everything gluten free?  No whey?

Whipped Crème Anglaise?

Triple Crème Brie Turnover?

I can’t stop thinking about fried dough and cheese, goat cheese in particular.

I have a dream to make a chocolate and cheddar dessert, somehow bringing together chocolate and sharp cheese together in holy matrimony.  Some day, it will happen.

 

An Adult’s Wish

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I wish I could learn everything about human history and the cultivation of civilizations.   I want to know the effect of outside religions, ways of life, learned skills, agriculture, cultivation, art, craft, and mood had on cross cultural exchange.  I want to unravel how these scenarios evolved into an entirely new society.  I want to dissect how civilizations rivaled different enemies both cultural and elemental.  Adoption is amazing and I what to study that in global, historical, and culinary profiles. (Yes culinary, you are what you eat, and our ancestors certainly pertain to the same rule.)

Yes, there is the internet from whom I can learn, in my pj’s with visuals and easy to find information, with a glass of wine and soft blues in the background.  There is an abundant and a variety of sources from which to choose, a plethora of information, countless accounts of collaboration and rebuttals.

This is exactly why a good teacher is irreplaceable.  Because it is too much information for one person to digest in a timely and attentive fashion.  I want an authority on the subject, someone to explain the importance and the motivations behind these changes.  It is important to know what happened and why, and also to get intimate with the influencing parties.  The interpreter is the most important part to unlocking the mysteries you wish you to decode, the creating clarity in that you seek.

Obtuse Stance

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Man spread.  Why do you need to take up three seats on the train with your wide angle leg posture?  You cannot point your knees forward like a civilized human, you have to point them in an obtuse angle, creating a triangle of empty space in between your legs.  I don’t want to squish my lady bits either but I still have the decency to cross my legs so that others can sit down.  Not only is this extremely rude, I don’t want to see the innards of your crotch.  Have some respect for the ladies.  Most all men do this, but how many ladies do you see spreading their legs wide taking up half of the train?  Are you doing this promote your masculinity?  Are you that insecure that you have to act like you have basketballs for balls?  I simply do not understand where this obscene common behavior is stemming from.  I know men can cross there legs and I know that is has nothing to do with having outdoor plumbing.  In fact, when I see man spreading out like butter on a hot day, I assume that he is overcompensating for something.  Oh its more comfortable to sit like that?  Well yeah I know but you are on public transportation.  I want to lie down and stick my hands down my pants but you know what? I don’t.  Because I have manners.

Midnight Hug

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The dark world is comforting with its constant midnight hug.  I miss the sun but the forever night is appealing with the bright glowing lights.  This warm yellow light in inviting with its lazy glow.  The slow and constant wintertime rains feels like staying under the covers for the whole day, comfortably hiding from the outside world.  There is something magical about the mystery of the long moonlight.  Something provocative about the deep black, something charming about the abyss of black holing you stead fast in a cozy embrace.

Eulogy for the Working Man

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Everyone is dressed so seriously in their dark navy pants, black jackets, brown boots, gray hoodies, houndstooth hats, herringbone trousers, mahogany leather purses, chestnut gloves, maroon socks. The rush hour traffic is dressed subdued, ready for a funeral procession, solemn as a depressed preacher, lonely as a poet, dismal as a rainy autumn day.  I feel adequately prepared for the day in my purple pants, bright legs ready for the dance of another day, ready to jig for another hustle . In this parade of sad clowns, I am the outlier.

Diamond Engagements or Unnecessary Expections

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The social pressure to get married is putting too much stress on relationships.  Couples are trying too hard to fulfill this romantic gesture then they are putting into having a meaningful bond with someone.  We are too caught up with getting to home base that we are not appreciating the journey.  We are losing sight of reality with this pressure to wear a fluffy dress, have a diamond adorn the finger, have a million pictures honoring your special love.  True love is amazing, but so is your connection to another person.  True love is amazing but we need to be reminded that is very special and extremely hard to find.  You cannot have it both ways.  You cannot have a super special type of love that everyone shares.  Yes you can hope for this, but is should not be deemed as inevitable, as something that will definitely happen to you.  I am not saying that we should not have marriage, I think that people should maker it less of a life goal.  Oh, poor soul, she never married, they say. Fuck that, lucky that she never settled. I will search for true love until my last breath, I will love many people along the way, I will enjoy the lovers that happen into my bed and into my heart.  I will embrace that which I learn from my partners, I will be happy with sharing their point of view, with experiencing the feelings of companionship.  Do I need a diamond to make a million dollar smile on my face?  To feel fulfilled with my life?  To validate myself as a successful member of society?

The Sexy Robot and the Hungry Human

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Robotics is a sexy term.  It’s a buzz word, it’s popular, it’s trendy, it’s an enviable career, it’s what the cool kids are doing these days.  But the question begs, why do we build robots in order to improve the daily life of people who make too much money when we have an over population problem?  We need help to do things yet we have a problem with unemployment.  Let’s free up more money for the living people instead of sinking it into a machine.  Spread the wealth around amongst the breathing.  Why have a robot to do your laundry, chop your vegetables, answer your phone calls, open doors, scan your groceries when we can be creating jobs?  The money involved in developing new and cheap machines should be going towards paying rent and buying groceries, supporting our communities instead of having a sexy career.