I know a girl named Laurel* (*not her real name). She goes through life in a state of contradiction. On one hand, she claims to be a militant feminist; on the other, she seems to have to have every man near her be in love in with her in order for her to function. Her goal is to be inspirational, yet, she is profoundly pathetic.
Due to her dramatic life and her inappropriate impositions on me (in addition to scores of bad stories I have been written into with her), she hasn't been my friend, Facebook or otherwise, for over three years now. (By the way, thanks to my mom, Lance, and Jory on the intervention to drop her!) It's strange how many people I know that are fighting the feminist cause...but sometimes, some folks' fights really aren't helping.
I don't miss her and her dramatic nonsense. I think if you are working to better humankind, you should at least try to be a good human. It's something I work on constantly and frequently fall short on...possibly including this snarky post about her. So it goes.
And while it sometimes isn't pleasant to be a woman, there are unpleasant things about being a man, too. So overall, it's best to try and be a good person, regardless of your gender(s). And that is the moral of an Erin after several weeks of insanity at the day job and feeling cranky about my past.
Moral of today's story: typing with BBC in the background doesn't make you smarter...it just makes you more distracted.
An Erinku! (In possible judginess):
there is
an orange exercise ball
in my front room.
I have ricocheted, repeatedly, off it.
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