Thankful?!

I guess the things/people I can be thankful for this year are…

–Kylie Minogue, for existing and Tension II

–Megan Thee Stallion, for existing and the run she’s had this year

–Christina Aguilera, for existing and showing the world that she still has it

–getting the chance to see all three perform live this year

–owning the entire Married With Children series on DVD as I’ve been binge-watching the show yet again and that I don’t have to stream it (their crass yet self-deprecating humor soothes me)

–being super-duper fully vaccinated (got all my Covid shots and boosters and they do work because I’m still here and feeling fine after catching Covid for the first time this past summer)

–And not living with guilt when it came to this year’s elections. I voted Biden in the Primaries, voted early for Kamala, and not once did I tell others that “both sides are bAd” or to “not vote” this year, nor admitted that it was “my first time voting” while being in my late 30s because I’d been voting since I turned 18! (Some things weren’t meant to admit to the world, no matter how many internet Likes you’d get.)

Stuck In My Bad Girl Era

I’ll never be a good girl and I’m fine with that.

There’s something about the term “good girl” that never sat right with me. It’s what old male geezers say to young women in the workplace when the woman does something good at her job. It’s so 1950s, when Stepford wives and Doris Day-esque nice girls defined femininity while men got to be rebels without a cause with their leather jackets and cigarettes. It’s smack of submissiveness to the patriarchy and reeks of gender stereotypes; boys get to be “bad” and be rulers, fighters, and bed-hoppers, while girls can only be “good” and be rescued by the man for the sake of love and happiness. It’s something I wouldn’t say to my female pet if I had one. And it’s definitely why you’ll never catch me going near that Good Girl perfume. (I’m that petty to where I don’t even touch their sample vials in my Sephora perfume sets.)

It was not Marilyn Monroe or Eleanor Roosevelt, but a University of New Hampshire student named Laurel Thatcher Ulrich who, in 1976, said “well-behaved women seldom make history…” And in the early 1980s, then-Cosmopolitan Editor-In-Chief Helen Gurley Brown was attributed with that quote in the header pic (though she actually never said those words). Over four decades later after those quotes were made and I still see some women who’d rather “go to heaven” and be “well-behaved”. They’re now the Trad Wives, the ones who smile to look pretty for the guys, and the ones who vote like their man even if their vote takes away their rights. To be a “good girl” these days, in a landscape that witnessed a male convicted felon/rapist/all-around POS steal take the highest office in the country (again) and her abortion rights gutted, is to blindly dance in a field of landmines.  Meanwhile, the “bad boys” have morphed into Douche Bro Incels, with control over women being their modus operandi. They’re no longer the good-looking rebel smelling nice and charming the skirts off the nice girls; they’re now the ugly try-hard looking older than his age who reeks of Sauvage and wants to rape the skirts off the nice girls. Why should women still play nice with the “your body my choice” assholes? And even when women do good, there’s always going to be a guy or ten thinking she’s “bad” because she supported Kamala and pro-abortion rights.

And it’s why I have no problem being a Bad Girl. If being strong, assertive, and doing things your way makes me “bad” to some “men,” so be it. Guess you can say I’ve been in my Bad Girl era for a while now. I haven’t nor will I do actual bad things like rob or murder anyone or support Nazis. But I’ll go against stupid patriarchal values, vote to support women’s rights, and enjoy consensual sex for fun when I want to. I’ll never smile to look pretty for the guys and I’m definitely not a man’s incubator. I don’t need men for love, sex, and money as I’m also attracted to other genders and I make good money on my own. I don’t want to get married and not only am I childfree, but childfree AND sterilized. Some vile conservatives took my reproductive rights away, and my Bisalp from last year is my lick back. (I also don’t want kids in this life, so suck on that, Elon!) So call me a Bad Girl. Besides, it’s more fun to go everywhere instead of just heaven.

And to the White Broligarchy that wants us women to play nice and make babies for them, this Bad Girl dedicates these songs to you!

(Yes, I’m aware I posted the last song in my last entry. Works for this entry, too!)

Thursday Random Thoughts

Like many real ones with social media these days, I have joined the land of blue skies. I haven’t abandoned the right-wing cesspool known as Twitter just yet, although I may consider it if I get more followers on Bluesky than Twitter.  The Bluesky app also needs some work, but I must say: it’s soooooo refreshing to see a social media site not bogged down by its MAGA manchild owner, vile right-wing trash, algorithms that are obviously drunk, and dumb bots. Here’s hoping the site stays the course and doesn’t devolve like Twitter.

I’m also on Threads and still have my IG. I got a TikTok but I haven’t touched it for a year now. (I’m just not a TikTok girl.) In the hierarchy of SM posting, Bluesky now gets first dibs on my short-form nonsense, then Threads, and, if I feel like it, Twitter.

My Vegas birthday trip pics will be coming shortly. I’ve posted some on my socials a few weeks ago, but I got a lot more pics and a whole lot to say about them!

I travel for my day job a few times a week, and some of the things I’ve been seeing on the digital billboards when I take 880 North back home…😒”Be Kind”? “Choose Love”?? What in the sappy Etsy boymom hell is that? Many people in this country certainly weren’t kind at all at the polls two weeks ago!

By the way, IT’S STILL THE MOOD

Meanwhile, that parallel universe is looking more lovely by the day. We’re all looking forward to what the Kamala administration will bring to this country after her landslide election win two weeks ago, the House and Senate going blue, Trump and Elon finally going to jail, the racists/misogynists/Nazis all staying pissed on their Truth Social accounts, and next summer bringing us the release of Xtina’s newest album and the Batgirl movie. *sighs*

I think I found THE cold-weather fragrance…

…and THE scent for femme fatales, divas, and the bad girls your mother warned you about. In other words, MY kinds of scent! It’s a few steps above Black Orchid, which I also own, and that’s all I can say because I’m not well-versed in describing fragrances and its notes (and that’s something coming from a novelist-by-night).

Someone send me back to Vegas for the next seven months with a $15,000/month stipend to cover lodging, food, gas, bills, my rent back home, and miscellaneous. I only say this because the Penguins aka my hockey team won all their games while I was in Vegas. Superstitions and all that.

I’m really gonna miss Rafa. It was only a matter of time before he hung up his racket for good. The first time I saw him play was Wimbledon 2008; I tuned in after getting curious over the whole Nadal-Federer rivalry going on then. That Men’s Finals match, honey…talk about an intro! I enjoyed watching him play ever since, and he was the total package: talented, class act, and, yup, a hottie. 😘Him and Federer defined one hell of an era in Men’s Tennis that I doubt can be topped any time soon. Happy trails, Rafa! 🫶

I know Dolce & Gabbana are sketch (as people; their clothes are fine), but their Fall 2024 ads with Miley are STUN.

The pearl-clutchers need to take all their outrage they’re wasting over how suggestive Sabrina Carpenter is in her shows and instead apply it to why Fist Brown (thanks, Dlisted) still has a career. Go after the abusers in the industry, why don’t you. Or is that too difficult for them?

Ending this post with a song that will go multi-platinum in the households of young women fighting against the emboldened, yucky incels. Listen to the lyrics and you’ll know!

Special Announcement!

playgirl cover (new silhouette didot 5)

Starting December 27, 2024, my eBook The Playgirl will return to Wide Distribution! It will still be sold on Amazon, but it will also be available on other platforms such as Apple Books, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble for those who choose to no longer buy anything through Amazon and Amazon-related sites, which I completely understand! (I’d take my book out sooner, but I’m still enrolled in KDP Select through 12/26/24.) I’ll also be looking into how I can sell my work directly through me so I can get all of the coins.

A Joyless Aftermath

This was part of the soundtrack of my recent road trip (which I’ll get to posting about soon), and, as a forever fan of Riot Grrl rock, that song will go multi-platinum in my house by next year.  

If I lived in a sane country that had some awareness of what was at stake in this year’s election, I wouldn’t be writing what I’m about to write. I wouldn’t even have time to write something here, for I would’ve been tired from all the partying I did in the wake of Kamala Harris winning the election on the night of November 5th. Instead, I woke up on November 6th and found out that many Americans chose hate, prejudice, ignorance, and a Emeril-style BAM! of fascism, over joy, optimism, and a bright future for all Americans regardless of political affiliation.  

I’d ask why, but I already knew the answers in case I had to face the harsh reality of a Harris loss. Shameful, vile traits such as sexism, racism, and ignorance that had been ingrained in others had become accepted and even normalized ever since *that guy* first came into office eight years ago. And in those eight years came the rise of inceldom, (thanks to figures like Andrew Tate, Joe Rogan, and Jordan Peterson influencing young men), growing police brutality against innocent black people, misinformation on social media, and distrust in women who also were victims of abuse. Then there’s also the racism Obama had to put up with during his presidency, once denounced during his years, but normalized when *that guy* and his racism happened. It all equaled to a demented country that did not want to see a woman–let alone a woman of color–in place of power such as the presidency. It didn’t matter how qualified she was, or who her opponent was. A smart, strong, confident woman (and more so if she’s a woman of color) is now seen as a threat to modern America, not just by the ass-backwards males, but by the pick-me women clouded with jealousy as well. If Hillary and Kamala couldn’t win (even though Hillary should’ve won–stupid-ass outdated Electoral College), then likely neither can Taylor Swift or Beyonce if they ran for president against, say, Kid Rock. 

I had hopes Harris would win; I didn’t expect a landslide, but that the race would be called for her on Election night. A few red states would flip for her. I also toyed with the possibility of the election going on for days, given all the people that voted. I knew the opposition against Harris was there but thought she would defeat it (not easily, but defeat it one way or another). I was shocked on how large that opposition was. It’s like many people really haven’t learned from 2016 and chose to return to that godawful chaos.

By the way, I can never be gracious and classy to a rapist/convicted felon, not even in defeat. Why be nice with someone who clearly wants to ruin your life and those who you support? One thing I wished for Harris to have done was demand a recount of all votes in the country instead of conceding to *that guy* (who, as of 11/8/24, 4:50PM PST, is still crickets, as his MAGA cronies…🤔) the day after. 

It’s returned: America is, once again, a joke. And a far bigger and unfunnier one this time than in 2016. Other nations–with their universal health care, six-plus months paid parental leave, and low/free costs to higher education–are back to laughing their asses off at us. The American optimism that sparked when Harris entered the presidential race and carried on into the Summer Olympics, the Democratic National Convention, and in the many Harris rallies that saw hopefuls flaunting the red, white, and blue like it’s the Clinton 90s all over again, is now a bittersweet memory. Sweet in that there looked to be promises of a new golden era for this country, and bitter in that we were also blind to the many people who would assassinate that optimism on Election Day because “she’s a woman!” and “eggs are too expensive these days!” 

To all those who backstabbed Joe Biden (including those who vote Democratic), mainstream media that showed their biases against Biden and Harris in favor of ratings, the “both sides are the same” crowd, the ones who chose not to vote because “genocide”, those who thought Harris was “not black” or wouldn’t support black men, those who don’t even live in the US that groaned about how they “don’t care” about our election thinking it doesn’t matter in their country (bless their hearts), and those who believe “he will not affect ME because I voted for him!!”, you all gleefully Fucked Around and now welcome to the Find Out stage. I hope you are all happy. 

Those saying *that guy* “beat” two women, I raise you two women that DID beat him: 

May they have all the security and protection (and maybe a way out of the US) because they will need it more than ever now. 

Is there a silver lining in this election? Just one, but only for SF Giants fans and it’s petty: the World Series champs Dodgers get to meet *that guy* in their White House visit next year. 🤭 Hope it was worth going over the luxury tax for all those free agents, Bums! 

I recently said on my socials that I’m both childfree and sterilized, in response to an incel scumbag trying to claim what will never be his. I may not want kids, but I still voted for, among other things, the kids who are unable to vote this year in hopes for a better future for them. To see this polarizing sociopolitical environment the children are growing up in is scary, from them worrying about getting a proper education to them worrying about being the next victim of cyberbullying or, worse, a school shooting. This wasn’t my childhood, and I thank those who voted Democratic during my childhood/teen years in the late 80s to when I finally reached voting age in 2002. I didn’t want this generation of children to worry no longer. I tried. But tell me again how childfree women are sociopaths and selfish, JD Vance. 

 Some positives on my part: I understood the assignment since the start of this Election year. I was aware of who the GOP candidate would be. I voted for Biden in the Primaries, looked forward to voting for him on Nov. 5th, then supported and voted for Harris, and even attended two of her rallies during my Vegas trip. I may be in California where the election would’ve been called Harris at exactly 8:01PM Election night (and did), but my vote was also for those whose blue vote would be drowned out in their red state. Not once did I believe Biden was “too old” for the presidency and I didn’t want him to drop out, despite the heinous opposition against him. And not once did I tell everyone to “not vote” and that “both sides are bad”. I’m proud to have supported and voted for Biden and Harris, and I will forever believe that THEY DESERVED BETTER. 

Now, back to soothing my nerves by bingeing on pork rinds and TCM movies.