The Ouch Factor

Sometimes it's painful being a woman.

This morning, I took a long, hot shower and realised how sore my body was. Not from anything special. I haven't been wrestling any ogres lately. A dull ache tensed my shoulders and back. My breasts were tender to the touch. My own touch; if anyone else had of given them a fondle I would have ended their life. It was the throbbing pulse of pain in my vaginal region that made me confront how uncomfortable being a woman is.

I wonder what men would think if they experienced this sort of pain. Complete head to baby toe discomfort. Unrelenting, no matter how many Ibuprofens you pop back like sweeties. Women the world over go through these sorts of things every day. I'm not the first. I won't be the last. We don't curl up in bed and sleep the day away, either. We go to work. Raise our children. Volunteer. We play through the pain.

No one is none the wiser.

Then again, there are always the insensitive blokes who make comments about it being 'that time of the month'. I wonder if they understood what exactly 'that time of the month' entailed, whether they'd be so careless in tossing these statements about

Simply put, I don't know of very many men who can suffer gas, bloating, breast pain, cramping and back aches while wearing a pad or having a wad of cotton shoved up inside them. I'm not even going to get into the degrees of nasty when changing a tampon or sanitary napkin.

My final thought is, women are tough. Second sex, my arse.

8, 12, 14

The title of this post is not the code to the safe in my closet where I hide all my riches and alternate identification cards. It's the size tag that goes along with the picture shown below.

This snapshot of three very attractive women caught my eye, not only because I like brunettes, but because of the caption. It stated women's ideal size is eight, which us what the lady on the left represents, but that men would rather have a size size twelve, the middle model, or fourteen, woman on the right. 

When I saw the comments being posted underneath this photo on another blog, I was a little shocked. Men and women dug in to debate which one of these ladies was the hottest. This made me sad because, in my opinion, all three of these women are attractive. In this case, size does not matter. Each one of these bonny belles have physical attributes I'd be happy to handle, if given the opportunity. 

And I'm sure they are all dynamic, witty girls with greats senses of humour. Let's not forget what's on the inside, because that counts, right? 

Right? 

Pro-Feminist

Why is it people think in order to be a feminist you have to be angry, listen to indie-girl-rock, have dreads, be unwashed and hate men?

That's all poppycock. Not to mention, a stereotype. And not a very good one. I bathe all the time and very rarely get angry.


I'm proof you can be a feminist and still love cock.


To spell it out, feminism is:

• the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men 

• an organized movement for the attainment of such rights for women. 

Yes, it is that simple.

Women who support feminism are feminists. It has nothing to do with how long their leg hair is or whether or not they spell women with a 'y'. People who rant on about the spelling of 'women' are fighting the wrong battle. There are so many bigger issues to be tackled. Let's not waste manpower over such silly, inconsequential things as the spelling of a word.

Did you know men can support feminism?

In fact, many do.

These decent human beings of the male gender are referred to as 'pro-feminists'. There is a very wonderful blog called A Radical Profeminist and, if you're interested in reading a guy's take on the whole kit and caboodle, I suggest visiting him.  His blog exists to "challenge white heterosexual male supremacy as an institutionalized ideology and a systematized set of practices which are misogynistic, heterosexist, racist, genocidal, and ecocidal." 


I like people who aren't sexist, racist, homophobes. 


Is that stating the obvious?

IPeriod

There is an application for IPhones called IPeriod. If you guessed that this is a punctuation app to let you know when to put a full stop at the end of  your sentences. You are wrong.

It's to help women keep track of their period.

And they said countdowns were just for special occasions. Now you can have one each month! 

I, for one, have never had any trouble mapping out my menstrual cycle. Probably because, after thirty years on this Earth, and seventeen of those surfing the crimson wave, I know when to expect it. Every three weeks.

Unfortunately, I don't have an IPhone to try this handy app out. I did ask my friend, but he refused to let me download it from the marketplace. Despite the sarcasm threaded throughout this blog, I am actually interested to see how this works. For the most part, women are as different as snowflakes and our periods are no exception. Heavy, light, clotty, long, short, spotty, thick. I wonder how this app adapts to our cycles.

According to the ITunes store, this is the 'Top IPhone App For Busy Women".

If that's not convincing, I don't know what is.

On another note, I'm looking forward to IErection. The IPhone app that tells men when they have the horn. 

Just because I'm cynical about this and my eyebrow is cocked, doesn't mean I'm not going to provide you with the link.

You're welcome.

Emma Watson

While it is tempting to remark upon all the poor behaviour and scantily clad women there are on television and in movies, I am opting to go a different route.  Banging on about how these poor role models are harming our children is pointless.

Putting a spotlight on the negative will only bring more attention to it. So, we must look at the positive.

Emma Watson is a positive.


Recently, I stumbled upon a quote by Ms. Watson, who many know from a little known series called Harry Potter, and I thought to myself, "Wow."

A very simple thought, but I was impressed with, not only her opinion, but her strength in expressing herself.

She is, without a doubt, a strong, talented and wonderful woman. I can only hope young girls take a page from her book.

Here is the quote I read:

“I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassing and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately want to change me - dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable. I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder.” 

Expectations

Right up front, I want to let you know what to expect to find on this blog. Since I am a frank sort of woman, I will put this in bullet form, because they deliver the information without excess verbiage. I believe in the one simple rule of not using sentences when you can use bullets.

Without further ado, here are the things I may be posting about in the near future:

• The three W's (Women, Writing & Witch-hunts)
• Film Noir
• Pulp Fiction
• Vamps, Scamps & Tramp Stamps
• Sweets
• Pretty Things
• Wicked Words

What you will not see posted here: 

• Reality T.V. 
• Manly Stuff
• Calorie Counting Tips
• Glass Half Full Posts
• Parenting Tips
• Relationship Advice
• Kitten & Puppy Pictures

Above everything else, this blog is for women, about women, by a woman and is dedicated to spreading the truth about being a girl. The world seems to be under this odd impression that we are sugar and spice. As of now, the jig is up. 

The truth must be told.