I Am So Offended!

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What you ask has gotten me in such a state? The answer: people who take offence for a perceived insult.   A song written in 1944, that won an Oscar for best original song in 1949 and was popular in the 50s and 60s, offended someone more than 70 years later. So now it is an evil song about rape. Well that is one way to get into the spotlight.

Breaking News!! It was a different time. I am quite sure the writer did not consider it a rape song. Neither did I, I still don’t. What about the beloved Muppets being gay? First of all, who cares? These beloved characters were written to encourage children, not to coerce them to engage in sex. What is it about them that makes you want to label them? They are best friend!

Do you remember the year some Christmas Songs were re-interpreted? Some were considered homophobic, some anti-feminist and some just mean. Seriously people they are songs. Some were written many years ago. There was no evil agenda.

And then there are the children’s stories. Sleeping Beauty is about rape!!! Cinderella is a stereotype. Beauty and the Beast . . . well. Why do people insist on looking for the bad, the evil, the vile. You can twist anything if you try hard enough. I prefer to see the good, the wondrous, the hope that is in each of these stories. Am I turning a blind eye? Yes, I am. I prefer not to give the evil people of the world my time.

A woman is incensed because a 6 year old boy gave her 6 year old daughter a hug and a kiss in the school playground surrounded by 30 or 40 people. It was a innocent moment of affection between two CHILDREN. Nope, the mother said it was sexual assault and wanted the little boy removed from the school. Shame. Shame on that mother for making assumptions based on her hang-ups. What did those children learn?

People are constantly judging others negatively based on their own inadequacies. What are they trying to do? Does homophobia exist? Of course it does! Is it wrong? YES!!! Anti-feminism exists, sexual discrimination, racial prejudice exists. And so many more ways we discriminate against others and try to subjugate them. It is an evil world. But there is hope. Every year we as a people get a little smarter, a little more accepting. One day maybe we will truly be ONE people. I wonder what the perception of us will be in 70 years.

In the meantime, let the kids be kids and stop trying to pollute the playground.

Snowflakes

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Snowflakes are falling

A gentle whisper they make

Their silence is golden

But we must awake

 

They cover our world

In a blanket of snow

It’s just like a river

With a meandering flow

 

Ugly is hidden

Only beauty remains

But then there’s a issue

Your car may need chains

 

The shovel is near

With your name on the grip

The sidewalk is waiting

You don’t want to trip

 

Bend with your knees

You know how it’s done

Take time to remember

Those days in the sun

 

The chill holds your bones

In an icy deep blast

With fear in your heart

You know more is forecast!

One of Those Days

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Do you every have one of those days when everything goes wrong? You get out of the wrong side of the bed in the middle of the night and step on to something wet and cold. Perhaps it’s a wet facecloth that escaped from the bathroom in a bid for freedom. It could happen. Couldn’t it? As you stand there trying desperately to ignore your expanding bladder you distinctly remember the retching noises your cat made that you chose to ignore as you were getting into bed. The midnight fairies won’t clean THAT up!

You stumble your way to the kitchen after a quick stop to take care of your business and there’s no power for the coffee maker. No coffee . . .NO COFFEE!!! No, don’t do it! Don’t ask if this day could get any worse . . .

You accept defeat. You have to get up in a few hours anyway so you might just as well start now. The coffee is set up to complete its morning task and a couple of slices of bread are placed in front of the toaster, a jar of peanut butter nestled close by. The breakfast of champions.

Next, a nice hot shower to clear the cobwebs from your brain. Clean hair, clean body, clean mind. Unfortunately, because your mind is still on the noxious substance you just scraped off your foot (What does that cat eat when you are not around?) you don’t notice the bar of soap lounging at the bottom of the shower. Well, you notice it when your big foot makes contact with it. You are surprised when you come to several minutes later and there are no police and/or paramedics in attendance. You distinctly remember a banshee screaming as your face abruptly connected with the floor. Bruised and battered you decide you can skip the shower just this once.

So you limp back to the kitchen only to discover the power to the coffee maker is still not on. It has been threatening to die for weeks and you really should have replaced it, but you didn’t. There will be no coffee here this morning. Toast without coffee? You can pick something up on the way to the office.

Your interest in the day is waning but you have a responsibility, a duty, to put your angst aside and show up for work on time. Your antics this morning notwithstanding it’s time to move. Daily ablutions completed you pat yourself on the back for coming through relatively unscathed. If you comb your hair just so, the bruising is barely noticeable.

Suitably attired you make your way to the garage and to the love of your life: it is small and beautiful and it purrs as it slides into second gear. Perhaps not a practical vehicle but you look fabulous in it! Ok, ok, so it is a little temperamental and stalls when it rains but the guy you bought it off swears that it is just getting used to a new driver and in a few weeks it will work perfectly.

As you turn the key for the fifth time you realize that the car is still not used to you. If it won’t start after five tries, it will not start today. Sigh.

And it is at that precise moment you make a horrifying discovery: today is Saturday. You don’t work on Saturdays!