That Guy Couldn’t BELIEVE What I Was Showing!

April was a busy month for me, and today was the first time that I could leave the house without having to either go to work, meet someone or get to an appointment. So, naturally, I decided to take a stroll in the sunshine to pick up a missed ingredient for the kielbasa dish I’ll be trying today and a couple of school supplies.

While I was waiting for the walk sign to come in, a guy tapped his horn and gave me the nastiest glare I’ve seen in a while. As he did this, he pointed to the sky, as I’ve seen Christians do on a fairly regular basis as of late.

What? Dude, what’s up with you? The only thing I can think of is that he disapproved of what I was wearing, since I was just standing there.

A woman in a black tanktop with a combined image of Jensen Ackle's and Jared Padaleki's faces, a turquise sweatshirt tied around her hips and blue jeans with a brown bag hanging cross-body from one shoulder.Was he that shocked that I would dare to bare my arms, shoulders and collar bones to the world? SCANDALOUS! Don’t show that picture to your kids, folks. They might start asking uncomfortable questions.

I suppose he could have been trying to warn me about the sun, because it IS shining. Skin cancer is a thing, after all. Being the pasty person I am, I have a greater risk of developing it than others out there.

If that’s the case, thanks for your concern Mr. Cranky Pants, but I put on sunscreen before leaving the house. Don’t you worry, I know how to prevent burns.

The last thing that he could have possibly encouraged that response was a dislike of Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles or Supernatural in general. Hey, to each their own. That tank top was part of a campaign to draw attention to mental health, so yes, I’ll wear it with pride.

I’m more inclined to think it’s some ridiculous judgement about my obviously obscene skin exposure.

In that case, he’s free to believe what he wants. In fact, I won’t be giving a single kernel of this new product I found on the cereal isle shelves today.

A bag of granola called "Crapola" the subtitle is "Colon-ial Times" With a picture of a couple dressed in American colonial costumes.Nossir, I don’t give a crapola* about what you believe.

However, once you start pushing your beliefs on me, the crapola WILL hit the fan. I assure you, it will be a messy affair.

I got quite a few stares today, but I’ve gotten used to those. This guy, in his subtle, cowardly way, was just another reminder of how badly certain people want to police our bodies.

I don’t know if that particular guy does that to men, too, but it’s still an occurrence women all over the world need to deal with constantly.

I’m glad to have reached the point of not letting that crapola get to me anymore. Yes, I write about it when it happens, but once I hit publish, I doubt I’ll think about it unless I get feedback on this entry.

It’s also worth noting that the majority of male drivers I encountered were very kind to this pedestrian. They let me cross at uncontrolled intersections, and the one guy who kept going was nice enough to give me a wave and thankful nod. I may not be able to judge a guy’s motives on sight, but I do appreciate the fact most of them are decent human beings.

It’s just that sizeable minority that can make life frightening, especially for women, girls and anyone else who happens to look feminine.

So, decent guys who encounter women who are afraid of you, take some time to put yourselves in their shoes. We have good reason to be mistrustful and afraid of men who haven’t already earned our trust.

*That cereal is very good. At $4.99 a bag, it’s too expensive to be more than a treat for me, but I’m glad I picked it up today. It’s produced by a family farm out of Ely, MN, so if you see it in groceries or farmer’s markets, give it a try. No, I’m not affiliated with them, other than the fact it was part of today’s lunch.

I’m still alive!

I haven’t updated here in over a month?!

Bad writer. Bad.

Well, I have actually been writing in addition to working the new job I wrote about last month, just not here.

However, I have been slowly acclimating to the new living situation, so I should be updating and crafting a little more often, soon.

I especially miss fiction, so there may be more of that in the coming months, but we’ll see how it goes.

In the meantime, enjoy a lovely sunrise from last Friday. If you’re on Instagram, you can follow me there, too!

Parking lot #sunrise. The only perk of being up this early.

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My Eyebrows Are Apparently Seductive

I’ve been much busier than usual lately. I’ll be starting school in August, so I’ve been working on everything around that. I also just got a new part time job within walking distance of my house.

Today, I went to fill out the paperwork and ran into a total of three different men on my way there and back.

Two out of three of them decided to yell questions and comments at me. One of them kept yelling gross comments at me when I ignored him.

I looked like the above picture from the chest up. My jacket goes down to my upper thighs, and I was wearing jeans, so no leg was exposed.

It doesn’t at all matter what we wear. My figure is completely hidden when I’m dressed like this. You can’t see more of my face than my eyebrows and little bit of forehead and nose.

There is absolutely no way to know what I look like under all of this clothing.

If it weren’t for the fact I wear a women’s winter coat and jeans, there would be no visible cues of my gender.

All these guys could tell was that I’m female.

That’s all they needed to harass me.

Remember these experiences the next time you’re tempted to blame someone for being harassed or assaulted for dressing provocatively. It doesn’t matter what they wear.

Guys who do it, and it is almost always guys who do it, will do it to anyone who presents as female when they feel safe in doing so.

Friday Fictioneers – There ARE Better Hiding Places

It’s been a while since I’ve done Friday Fictioneers! Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting.

This is loosely based on a guy I used to know.

A swamp full of lilly pads and tall grasses.

Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

There ARE Better Hiding Places

Scratching at his angry hives, he took a drag from a cheap cigarette. “…thin I hid in the swamp.” A smug grin covered his blotchy face.
Marsha restrained herself from swatting his hand away. “Idiot. You’d be lucky if you didn’t get a parasite or something.”
Bill snorted. “Hey, I’m not goin’ back to jail!”
She selected the right one and shifted the bag of groceries on her hip. “You’re not staying here.”
“Whatever. Shoulda known you wouldn’t help me.” He displayed the single finger solute.
She ignored the gesture. “Pal, the only one who can help you is you.”

Self Care and School

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There’s a strange sort of attitude when it comes to higher education in America.

If you don’t have some sort of degree by the age of 30, you’re somehow a failure. Never mind that trades like iron working, plumbing and carpentry are still important jobs that require their own brand of education.

There’s a sort of obligation to go to college, whether you want to or not. It’s to the point where the requirement of having a bachelor’s degree for many jobs is meaningless.

That said, going back can also be an expression of self-care. Meeting new people, learning new things and generally expanding your mind are all ways to take care of yourself.

I’ve made that decision, recently. It’ll be stressful and challenging, but I’m also excited to make some changes for the better in my life.

When we hear “self-care” we think relaxation, but it can also be something difficult. It could be a way to finally make some big, positive differences in quality of life and growth.

By that metric, going back to school is self-care, even if it will, and already has, spelled out stress in the short-term.

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Cats and Boxes

A tabby cat and black cat laying on different boxes, and a tuxedo cat laying on his back in front of the tabby's box.Our cats have a whole bunch of jingly balls, at least three toy mice, and a whole bunch of other toys.

Their favorites? Old shoelaces and boxes.

Always the boxes.

They feel safe in the boxes. They feel comfortable on top of boxes. They ambush us from the shelter of boxes. They swat at each other from between boxes.

Ah, yes, box obsessed cats.

A tuxedo cat curled up in a Guinness box.So, what does that mean for us? We’re box obsessed humans.

Who’s really in charge here?

I think we all know the answer to that question.

January Craft Roundup

This year, I’ve decided to try doing a craft roundup at the beginning of every month for the prior month.

Of course, I’ve somehow managed to lose all the pictures I took of the gifts I made for one of my friends. It’s a shame. They turned out nicely.

However, I did manage to make myself a new pair of mittens. Finally.

A pair of handmade mittens with a section that flips over the fingers.I had made myself a pair years ago, and promptly lost one of them. Each year, I told myself I’d make matching mitten to replace the one I lost.

Of course, I lost the orphan mitten.

So, there we go. A new pair for this year. I didn’t follow a pattern, but I like how they turned out.

I’ve also decided to make a temperature blanket for this year. One row gets crocheted per day, and the color is decided by that day’s high temperature. Since I’ve been using scrap yarn, it’ll probably be more colorful than most people’s.

A partially finished crochet blanket.I like how it’s turning out so far. January has been rather cold, hense the blues and purple. That purple is actually 22 degrees and under. The dark blue is right around the freezing point, and the lighter blue is above freezing.

Hopefully, February will be more productive.


Title image: Typewriter keyboard with the stylized words "A REAL WRITER Does this!" over it.Few things irritate me more than those articles about what a “REAL (whatever) DOES”. They especially pluck at me when they dictate what a “REAL WRITER” does. So, what do we do?



Hm. Was that too subtle? I don’t know.

You can take breaks from writing, and still be a real writer.

You can write non-fiction, and still be a real writer.

Your characters could remain silent in your head, and still be a real writer.

You can just sit down and write without a ritual, and still be a real writer.

We write. That’s it. It doesn’t matter what format our pieces take, how much time we take or how often we do it. We write, and we enjoy it. Some of us even make a living from it.

Am I getting my point across here?

I personally practice the craft only four to five days a week, because I have a tendency to burn out if I do it too often. After all, I still need time to read, pursue other interests and do those little every day things we all have to do.

Y’know, like do the laundry that’s still sitting in the hamper or clean the dishes currently developing their own civilization in the kitchen. I’m not saying I haven’t done those things yet, but I haven’t done those things yet.

The lesson to take away from this doesn’t only apply to writers, either. I’ve seen similar posts aimed at creatives of all types, and most of them are just as elitist and annoying as I expect them to be.

So, what is the lesson?

Do what it is that you’re passionate about. There’s useful advice out there, but not all of it will be useful to you. By all means, experiment to see what will work for you, but realize that what may work for someone else won’t for you.

If you practice a craft, you are, at the root of the matter, a practitioner of that craft. It doesn’t matter your skill level, because that will grow with experience. It doesn’t matter how you do it, because the how is completely up to you.

You’re a writer, because you write. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.

Cosplay Brainstorming!

A blurred picture of a woman in a homemade cosplay with the words "Cosplay Brainstorming!" superimposed over her.I realize the convention I’ll be attending isn’t until July, but last year, my friends and I talked about doing steampunk TMNT this year, and I’d like to carry through on that. Since my budget is next to nothing, that means I’ll be making everything.

I have a few ideas in mind.

Crochet Gear Shell
Since the steampunk look is all about gears and intricacies, I thought it’d be a good idea to incorporate that into the shell. Turtle shells naturally have different sections, so why shouldn’t I crochet some gears, make a little shell-shaped backpack and sew them on in an appropriate pattern?

It should be interesting to see how it turns out.

DIY Goggles
Much as I’d like to pick up a pair of commercial goggles, maybe like these gorgeous things, I’ve found quite a few DIY tutorials. Most of them are completely doable, and although the results wouldn’t be quite as intricate as some of the ones on the market, they should turn out well.

Corset – Maybe
I like corsets. I’ve always liked how they look, and one style I’ve tried on was actually pretty comfortable. That said, the vast majority are way, WAY out of my price range. A good corset may be amazing, but there’s no way I can afford one.

That said, I still have the notes from a panel my buddy and I attended last year about costuming on a budget. One of the topics that came up was DIY corsets. I still have to check out the web page, but if I can try my hand at making one, even a faux corset, I will.

A turtle plastron painted onto a lighter colored tank top.
It might be neat to see if I can incorporate this into the corset.

When I think “steampunk” I think of skirts and intricate patterns. However, when I was chatting with another friend, she mentioned she liked how women dressed in steampunk style look in pants.

After looking at some pictures, I agree. But the thing is, this will be in early July, so a skirt might just be cooler. I don’t know. There’s still time, anyway.

Now, I should really break out the yarn and experiment with crochet gear patterns.

Amazon Savings Alert!

Disclaimer: This entry contains affiliate links, but hey. You get discounts on the service, too.Deep red background with orange text "Amazon Savings Alert (Now I want to read Wonder Woman comics)

Oooh, hey! Amazon Prime is only only $73 for a year! I actually just signed up for it now. I also just canceled Netflix to save us some extra money per month. That means we’re only paying $6.08/mo instead of the $16/mo we were paying for streaming and DVDs.

Now, we’ll still get streaming, but also:

  • E-book rental (my inner bookworm is ridiculously happy. And you know what that means for this blog? MORE BOOK REVIEWS!)
  • Free 2 day shipping
  • Music
  • Access to discounts & lightening deals on products
  • Probably some other nifty stuff

The offer’s only good for this weekend, though. Otherwise, it’s $99/year. Though, if you break it down, you’ll still be only paying $8.25 a month, which is still pretty good.

If you’re not entirely sure, you can get a 30 day free trial before paying for anything by clicking the below banner.

And for the record, we aren’t switching just because of the savings and the expanded benefits, but also because Netflix’s streaming quality has really tanked on us recently. It’s also frustrating that they don’t offer complete TV series, either.

Fullmetal Alchemist, for example. They don’t have the final story arc, and it doesn’t look like they’ll be getting it. They cut off right in the middle of the action. They also skip episodes on Quantum Leap.

First world problems, I know. But if we’re going to spend our hard earned money for a service, isn’t it reasonable to expect decent quality?