Clowns Perception on Femininity

Going back to the Girly Girl thing, well Girly Girls are not feminine they are a waste of space, that also do not have a sense of style! Real women are intelligent, that look out for other women like their sisters, they are also supportive and give encouragement to others as well as giving meaningful complements. Real women are not deceitful or unforgiving, they come in all shapes and sizes, the do not look like a wanabe Sindy clone. They have their own expressive style, personalities, grace and identity. Even if someone is a bit of a tom boy or has other interest other than material things, this does not detract her from her femininity! So to all those who love real women and all those who are a real woman, with her inner feminine beauty, stand up and be counted, lets celebrate your beautiful qualities, also pass them on to the next generation of real women!

The Clowns Dinner

I went out a short while ago for dinner with them, the restaurant was really nice, but as always there behaviour was awful, shouting derogatory statements to the guys to the table next to us. Anyway they got on to the subject of why two recent group members have been staying away lately. These guys we will call the hobbits, they are two gay guys and they are nice people. They started discussing why they hadn’t been in touch lately, this was to do with the matriarchal member of the group having a dinner party and when they arrived some members of the group were snorting cocaine. The Hobbits were offended by this so made there excuses and left and have not been seen or heard of since. The clowns thought the Hobbits were intolerant and were disgusted by there behaviour. The conversation went on and one clown said well I wouldn’t take drugs but I wouldn’t care if any one else did. I pointed out that she has taken drugs on several occasions and it was not coffee or cigarettes, but cannabis both eaten and smoked. The clowns reply was well that’s not really a drug is it? And I have only had a few puffs at a time as it blows my mind away. I wanted to say well actually cannabis is still illegal and has more carcinogenic than a normal cigarette, it also can, if you are predisposed to mental health problems cause psychosis. It has also been documented that a person has died of THC poisoning ( I saw a new report a few years ago on ITV, this guy had it on his death certificate) At this stage I did not want to be subjected to the groups disapproval and ignored the comment. I have since blown this group out from further encounters as I feel that these clowns are not worth it, however I have signed my self up for a charity run with them sometime ago. I will still do the run as I have raise quite a bit now, but after the run I think I will be avoiding them like the plague.

Smack Down Those Clowns

Smack down those clowns is dedicated to pointless people who find it difficult to think independently from the group. I sometimes associate with a group of females that I used to think of as friends, that was until mid last year, when my whole perception was changed. Every group has its scapegoat , where the group will blame or tolerate that person for just being part of the group. Anyway the scapegoat, finally gave the matriarchal figure of the group enough ammunition to expel her from the group it was either that or be subject to a telling off. As if anyway has the right to publicly humiliate someone else. Anyway the scapegoat eventually moved to Brighton I think, at this point I felt sorry for the scapegoat and tried to point out that all this nastiness wasn’t needed or justified. This was the point when my perception of the group changed!

Well it has been well over a year now and though I am still loosely part of the group, I try not to associate with them too much now. They consider themselves “Girly Girls” and are quite proud of the fact, they have also taken it upon themselves to put me down and dehumanise and de-feminise me, with their comments. You are probably thinking why to I hang out with these people? Well the long and short of the answer is, I don’t have a lot of female friends that are single any more or that do not have the responsibility of kids. So this makes it difficult to meet new people (guys) so I guess I use these clowns in the hope of meeting Mr Right for Me. Unfortunately this has had the reversed affect, since these clowns are cruel, crass, ignorant, self-indulgent and vulgar, this has meant that I have been I have had some unpleasant experiences, when I have gone out with them.

This is another good one when you are feeling down and you are in need of an angel

True Colours

When you think the world is getting you down think of a friend that you like having around, check out these lyrics, it's like a warm baked cookie.

The Job Interview

I had a two day job interview, which left me exhausted and adequately full of abundance of respect , gratitude from the wisdom which the youngling of which I will tell you about, have passed on to me.
Well as I stated I went for a job interview, a short while a go for a job at a special school, these younglings have a wide and varied needs from dyslexia to autism. Some of these younglings have difficulties in being able to connect with their own peer group partly due to there emotional intelligence being lower than average. Anyway part of the two day gruelling interview we had to deliver a lesson on being safe, so my lesson was about being safe with other younglings. The lesson was going well had the younglings shouting out their ideas and happily taking part in the lesson. They felt safe and confident, so much so they started to correct my spelling. I myself have dyslexia so spelling can be a problem sometimes, but even so I was surprised that they were saying you spelt such and such wrong! It goes to show that it does not matter how far you come or what you learnt, do not underestimate those who you think need your help as it is more likely you yourself that needs help. It was a good day even though I did not get the job, sometimes you need moments like these to put things into perspective.

Blond on Blond

Well, this site is dedicated to the thing that I see and hear and interpret around me accordingly . I feel that it is only fair to give a description of myself and the innate workings of my peculiar life. I am a 5ft 9and ¾ female with weight in proportion to height, I am fair skinned, that is peppered with freckles. I have light blue eyes that change to green depending upon my mood. By the way green is get out of my way because I am upset and could do something scary, I also do not rely on the amount of gamma radiation for my strength or how much damage I could do if really pushed. My natural hair colour used to be blond, but because of the cloud cover of the country that I reside in is, well a mousy brownish in colour. I have extensive trips to an over priced hairdressers in chave’s vile, which allows me to blend into the rest of the population relatively unnoticed. Yes, I am blond, but I am a two toned blond!
I have a strange sense of humour which I only understand, I have also the inept ability to attract the missing link of man. However I feel that I am probably not the only one, so if there are any others that are experiencing the same problems, please get in contact so we can set up a support group. As like most people out there I have my off days, which I call my blond moments. These moments that are not unique to me. These are days when we all feel that we cannot move forward and we some how make what we feel the bizarre blunders in our life, for no godly reason, we are the victim of our own stupidity and our self serving vanity or just plain doziness.

Minerva

Well as you can see from my name that I have chosen is the Roman goddess of love, probably the furthest from the truth, if you went the furthest form the truth, then went a little more further, you might be near the furthest from the truth as I am at. However Minerva is a cool name and if I had her goddess abilities to attract fineness specimens of man I would be very happy, but unfortunately like the rest of the population I was blessed with some attributes and cursed with others, mainly the extraordinary ability to attract complete imbeciles that only function with the help of their loins. I firmly believe that their productive organs are responsible for not only their ability to chose or procreate but for the whole of their cardiovascular and pulmonary systems that enable them to live. In most people the brainstem area is usually responsible for you breathing and for the oxygenated blood being adequately distributed around the body. However you try and understand their ability to breath or even communicate in their primitive ways, you will draw a blank in your conclusions and perhaps this is the way it is meant to be. Who knows? But is does make for some funny stories and some of which I will tell you.

Just recently I went on a skiing holiday with a group of army boys, which believe in going to Iraq is a good idea, because they can put into practise from what they have learnt. Do you know, I always thought there was a good reason why America and UK went to war! Anyway this is a fact, strange I know, but it is what they believe or what they are made to believe, who knows and as long as it is not my ass that is not being shot at who cares. Anyway these guys are priceless, they are absolute gems! I plucked up the courage to sit with these guys, mainly because they were the only ones in the bar at the time and I did not want to look like a complete Norma. So I asked politely if they if I could join them. They said no, so I sat down. Anyway I joined in the conversation, they were talking about skiing and I was contributing by taking about my day snowboarding. At the time I was explaining why I was not progressing as I would like because I was tired, this was due to the fact of the level of noise inside and outside of the room. They promptly asked what noise? I tried to explain in a nice way that my room mate was, well snoring quiet loudly. This was later on the biggest mistake of which I could of made. Anyway one plucky guy, spoke up, all you need is a good hard shag! Which was a huge disappointment, because up until that point I thought he had a indefinable moody sex appeal thing going on, despite the fact he looked like Freddy Mercury (lip rat included). It was at this point the killed all the sexy little fantasies that I was having about him, which promptly faded away. So I took the line of not being offended and ripped him to shreds verbally, as unbeknown to him I work with 11-25 year olds and part of the work that I carry out is sexual health, he he he! So I then point out why are men obsessed with their little winkies, I mean it is like they are obsessed from the day they are born. For the first few months of their lives they are trying to rip it of, then from then on they are constantly playing with it and checking it is still there, as if it is going any where! Well after my rant and being laughed at by several people he left. It left me feeling righteousness and victorious, I also hoped that this would have taught him a valuable lesson, oh no! this was not to be the case. On the way back to the airport he sat next to me, which as gluten for punishment I was please that he did. I was complaining of the lack of room that we had, as it was causing major discomfort for my knees as I had managed to sprained both of my knees, which were badly bruised and swollen by the way. He took this as a cheap shot at him and he was a bit snappy. So to defuse the situation, by saying, the people who design these coaches do not think about any one over 5 ft 7inch tall and if I was double jointed I would wrap my legs around my neck and well you guessed it! He said well if I would have known earlier things could have been different…..? Do guys really think that this is the preferred and successful way of talking to the opposite sex? Anyway the Neandertal is back in Iraq and I managed to get his e-mail and have been writing to him these past three months. He said he will phone me when he gets back home, who knows, he’s a bit of a gormless prick, but I actually like him for some unexplained reason. Anyway for all my friends warnings to stay away, I am drawn to the fire and undoubtedly will get burnt. This I will put down to a prolonged side effect of my blondness or just plain stupidity.