10 Things I Hate About You


You stand far too close to me. Are you standing this close because you heard rubbing against an Asian is good luck?

You pop your gum constantly… for hours on end. It causes me to want to climb a wall OR to go over and hit you on the back causing you to spit the gum on the floor. I would then jump up and down on that gum with petulant glee screaming “you done popping yet? ARE YOU???”

I hate how you have a new movement each week. One day you are walking around in a whale outfit and the next you are laying down in front of my SUV while I am trying to drive away saying “I am murdering the ozone.” I can’t keep up with you!

I hate how you count how many drinks I have had. I am keeping count just fine myself. I put the tops in my pocket. Let’s see I have five… ten… more than a few here apparently…

I hate how you suck the fun out of things. You don’t even need to wave a wand you seem to just absorb the fun in the room. I bet if you bumped into a clown you would kill him by contact.

I hate that you are from a different country and think that you know how “America is” because you have visited here once. I have lived here for 30 years and I still don’t understand this batshit country.

I hate that you have a sign that says “Pro-Choice, Abortion Rights” in one hand and in the other you have “Save the Dolphins.” Fuck the dolphins.

I hate people telling me not to say the word “hate.” I love saying hate because everything else is not worth mentioning.

I hate your perfect sentence because I didn’t write it.

I hate people that are famous for being famous. Naming no names here, but it makes me jealous as hell.

-OM

Why I don’t care for Martin Luther King Day


OK, here it goes. There are some good reasons why Martin Luther King Day is not important to me and ironically many of those reasons were born in Memphis, TN. I am Korean born, but was raised by Caucasian parents. Let me first say that I had black and white friends growing up. The black friends I had were born from friendships at my 80% black school (maybe it wasn’t 80% exactly but it sure felt like 99% most days). I had a lot of white friends because I came from a small church community, even though we were all living in the middle of Memphis, TN, that kept strong ties together and were sometimes even cultish in their rules and regulations.

Now that the background information is over, let me say a bit about why I don’t care for this holiday. My school was “pro” anything that made African Americans feel important. To highlight this fact I recall one incident where we were eating lunch in grade school and the vice principle, a large heavyset black man, rushed into the room and grabbed the microphone to joyfully tell us O.J. Simpson was innocent (insert eye roll to this day)! I hated my school, I generally hated the kids there as well. I could not escape a day where I was not made fun of for my eyes, skin, or just because I wasn’t white or black. I remember one day a black kid, actually a former friend, said my eyes were so small he could blind fold me with dental floss. I retorted, “Well at least my people weren’t slaves.” Sob story to be sure, but that is not why I dislike this holiday, so let me explain.

I learned with every other kid in my school the good works that Martin Luther King did and I was truly proud of his accomplishments. What I could not understand was how could the Blacks at my school celebrate equality and freedom and in the same breath bash with malice an Asian kid for being Asian. It was so hypocritical to me that my disdain extended past the handful of kids tormenting me and included their whole race. It did not breed hatred, at least not at this point, but what it bred was a scorn for this holiday and even this man that was not fairly handed out. But pain and suffering create feelings that are not always rational. I know this now, looking back I probably knew this at the time as well, but the result is still the same. I dislike this holiday and all I see is hypocrites.

-OM

Guest Post – An open letter to the lady who looked at me with pity and told me I was outnumbered


Dear Pottery Lady,

We were waiting in your parking lot for you to arrive, a few minutes late I might add. My children and I were hoping to enjoy some quality time together painting in your lovely store and just having fun. I had a hellish week at work and was very much needing some down time with my kids. We were also celebrating the end of my 6 y/0 first year of school. What should have been a fun and endearing time with my kids ended in more stress than you can imagine.  My little man decided that he would not cooperate and after I handprinted his hand to a way too expensive plate that I was to paint, he decided that sitting still was not an option. He ran around your store, picking up items, grabbing onto me as I was trying to paint my masterpiece. I was getting up to hand different colors to 4yo and 6yo, and instead of offering to help you sat there watching up while quietly painting your own master piece. we were the only ones in the store. Meaning we were your only customer. It appeared as if you weren’t bothered by it. Needless to say, I was completely over the outing as soon as it began. after cleaning up my kids, and finishing very hurriedly the plate that I was excited to paint pre outing, I went to pay for all of our pieces. Way too much money for the lack of fun that I had. My kids went to the bathroom, yep all three and as I payed you half of my bank account you gave me a look of pity and said ” It seems you are a bit outnumbered”, and gave me my card back! I don’t know your current situation but one thing was for sure. You haven’t had small kids in a long time! And guess what, That was the wrong thing to say!

I politely smiled and said Today it would seem so! But what I wanted to say was Shut the hell up!  You must not know what it is like with kids. Instead of looking at me with disapproval for not being able to contain a one year old, you should have come over and said what can I do to help. Kids are like little grenades and are just like ticking time bombs.  They behave until they explode sometimes and most outings rarely turn out how a mother plans in her mind. Sure if my husband was there then it would have been more manageable. But you know what? Not everyone has a husband who his helpful, so would you have said that to a single mother who was trying to make memories with her kids. I actually like spending time and taking my kids places so instead of making a remark showing clear disapproval of my parenting, or lack of control over a toddler boy, maybe you should be thanking me for coming in and spending my hard-earned money in your store. Moms everywhere have it hard enough just surviving the day without disapproving glances from others, who clearly have no idea what it is like!

The wold would be a much better place if instead of judging each other we helped each other. I haven’t met a perfect mom yet, and even those that I would consider pretty close to perfect would be the first to tell you, that kids just simply have their moments. I thought a store that encouraged the artistry side of children would have understood that.  Thank you for making me feel inadequate at an already stressful moment. I will have to pick up my pottery in  a week, when you glaze it, and hope that I do not run into you. You see, I didn’t tell you how I felt because my children were there  with me. I teach them to be truthful, and teach them self-respect, and to always speak there mind, however. I would not have been respectful in that moment so I kept my mouth shut! The next time, I may or may not have my children with me, and just might give you a piece of my mind. Not because I will still be harboring feelings of resentment, because that is something I simply do not do. but because No one should feel the way you made me feel, and I would not want anyone hurt in that way. We are all just moms doing the best that we can!

Not so kind regards,

April ( the obviously outnumbered mom of three)

http://diapersandtutus.wordpress.com/

 

Guest Post – Time for a REAL Conversation


Remember Donald Sterling, the owner of the Clippers who said some awful things in private and is now public enemy number 1,999,999??? I do not condone what this dope said, but some things about that story really nag at me:

For one, what happened to privacy?  I guess Big Brother is officially watching!

Has anyone ever ever ever said anything in private that may be insulting to someone?  If not, throw the first stone then!

Did anyone think about the overall repercussions of releasing this story?  Forget the old man, who is obviously senile, but think about the damage this has done to the fans and the players.  Does the media ever think about anything before running rampant with hateful stories like this???

In other words, what was the point to blast this everywhere?  Did it do more harm than good?

I for one think the man’s comments were insane, but man if we were all judged by the dumb things we have said and done over the years, we all may be thrown in jail, fined, banned from one place or another, or Heaven forbid guilty of “hate crimes.”

Okay, so the latest is he is now banned from the NBA and will be fined millions of dollars.  Love it!  Does this mean that new standard will be applied to anyone (players, coaches, public figures, fans) who utters racial comments whether in the privacy of their home, on the sidelines, at practice, God forbid in their head, in a public setting, etc. will be banned (and I am talking about from anything and everything) as well???  Don’t forget about homophobic comments, derogatory comments against women, antisemitic comments, et al!!!!!

But no, we know that’s not the case. Anyone remember Jesse Jackson referring to NYC as Hymietown?  Has he been banned from anything?  What about Al Sharpton?  What about Reverend White … nah, I don’t think so.  And then Snoop Dogg added in his two cents?  Really Snoop, ever listen to your own lyrics about women and other black people?

Or how about this one: “I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy,” Biden said. “I mean, that’s a storybook, man.” [please see http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/01/31/biden.obama/ for full story where this quote was obtained] How come good ole Joe wasn’t banned from Politics???

Oh, and who could forget when Harry Reid predicted that Obama could become the country’s first black president because he was “light-skinned” and had “no Negro dialect, unless he wanted to have one”????

There is enough racism do go around, that’s for sure.  But let’s be consistent about it and ban anything and everyone who has ever said anything hateful about anyone!

Oh, and I saw Michael Jordan commented on how disgusting Sterling’s comments were … like, hey, Jordan, love your contributions to basketball, but since when did you become a beacon of morality????

Who’s next to comment, Tiger?

I think it’s time to have a real conversation America and drop the fake indignation and look in the mirror  …

FBF

http://www.freebyforty.org

freebyforty13@gmail.com

Guest Post – Dating Sucks


Oh my gosh, how I loathe going out on dates, especially first dates. I’m sure I’m not the only one out there who wishes they could bypass the awkward first date.

My date and I settle down into a semi-comfortable state. A glass of wine in hand. I personally wanted to tell the waiter to leave the bottle. I had a feeling I might need it and I did, along with an ice pick to stab myself in the ears. Yep it was pretty brutal. But who knows he might have been thinking the same thing too.

Nice guy, not bad-looking, smart, and a decent job. So, what was wrong? Not too much other than he has the personality of a box of rocks and the fact that by the end of the evening I knew more about his ex than him.

Hi Jennifer, I’m glad to hear that you decided to leave you’re job as a pharmacist and go to culinary school. I wish you luck in becoming a personal chef when you’re done. Oh yeah and apparently you’re chihuahua, Bobo, misses you.

I could go on and on about Jennifer, Jenny, Jen; but I can’t really tell you a damn thing about this guy other than he doesn’t work to far from me, he grew up in Florida, he likes Country music (I’m not a fan of Country, but that’s okay), and he thinks pizza is a well-balanced meal — now we’re making progress, but beyond that I got nothin’.

I know first dates are the worst and set ups through mutual acquaintances can be worse than going through a dating service. Perhaps we should have talked on the phone other than to set up this date or maybe even communicated through email. IF we had done either of those things, perhaps this first date wouldn’t have been so brutal or perhaps I would have found out he was still wrapped in Jennifer.

Needless to say our mutual acquaintance has already called to get the scoop. I let her call go to voicemail. What do I say? I can’t say, “I wanted to shove an ice pick in my ears” or “he has a personality like a box of rocks,” but I can’t say, “it was nice” or “I had fun” either. Hopefully, I can dodge that question by talking about something else or maybe if I’m lucky he told her that he didn’t have a good time.

I do hope with every ounce of my being that he doesn’t call. The sooner I forget about it the better, but I’ll never forget Jennifer. We will never forget Jennifer.

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Day 1. Flight to New Orleans.


Opinionated Man:

Sounds like a hustle man! I’ll allow you to be my stuntman for my life story when it releases in 7 years. :) -OM
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I have previously decided that it was time to embark on something I have been holding off on for a while. It is time to give a shot at the “Movies.” But not the glamorous acting roles…No, I am going to sell my body to movies. I am going to try and be a stuntman!

Up until now, I have only done acrobatics and stunts in live shows. I spent some time in the “circus,” spinning in a giant hoop and some time at Disney World falling off buildings with Indiana Jones. However, as all performers know, every show comes to an end (unless you’re in Phantom, that is).

This is my back-up plan, or one of them. Sounds crazy right? I don’t know the odds of people actually making it into the movies, but I bet that it is far less than being a live stage performer like I…

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