Celebrated my friend’s 30th birthday last night. We had a great time, but I could tell she had mixed feelings about it all. We have this notion that we’ll be in a “good place” by the time we are 30, but I’m beginning to think that good place must be at 40…

Of course, it doesn’t help that she is a highly educated young woman transplanted into a place where finding a decent job is about as difficult as my cat catching the laser beam. And she is by herself, with her husband deployed, no less.

But hopefully we were able to show her a memorable time in spite of it all! We have all been there (and are there now, just not 30 yet!)

Swear to God, I can’t stand to hear a woman claim that she thinks like a guy and hates women because they’re all catty. That’s misogyny. The very fact that you, as a woman, think differently than how a socially-stereotyped woman is supposed to think is proof that our gender “norms” are f*cking us over. Women are not all alike. Some of us like football. Some of us like talking on the phone. Some of us like religion. Some of us are emotional. Some of us speak three languages. Some of us have boyfriends. Some of us have girlfriends. Some of us wear lipstick. Some of us don’t shave our pits. Some of us have kids. Some of us worry we’ll drop our best friend’s baby. Now please stop claiming that you don’t act like a woman. It doesn’t make you a special f*cking snowflake. It makes you a perpetrator of misogyny.

I am completely guilty of this, and now I feel bad.

Does anyone else find the press coverage of the NSA Leaker’s girlfriend creepy? I guess I’m not surprised… But I feel bad for the poor girl! To have your boyfriend of 4 years up and leave under such nefarious circumstances, and then have your personal life and photos splattered, sensationalized, and mocked all over the Internet…

I blog…I pole dance… I have had some professional photos taken. If Chuck ever becomes the world’s most wanted criminal-at-large, I’m doomed!

Happy Birthday, Mom <3

Last night was a bad night. She never gives full details, but I’m pretty sure her mental competency trial was yesterday, and she told me she read the letters we wrote to the judge and district attorney that explain her condition. Needless to say, she wasn’t happy, and the pain, anger, and fear in her voice was palpable when she called repeatedly in the middle of the night.

I know I’m not doing anything wrong, but it’s her reality that drives ours… and my heart breaks every time she reminds me what I’ve done to her.