The WORST

You know who I'm talking about.  We all have at least one in our life.  The miserable asshole.  The petty hen pecking troll who will crucify her fellow sister for any minor infraction.  She got the job you wanted, she married to your ex husband, she's dating your ex or she took the ONLY size medium sweater that was meant ONLY for you.   A general disdain for beautiful, strong and intelligent women who "won".  The transparency their inferiority complex so obvious to even the blind pig looking for an acorn.   You pity them but kinda tolerate and perhaps even pander to their obvious shortcomings.

The only thing worse (obviously excluding genocide) is when YOU become that vicious hen.

That shit is HARD to own up to, especially when you firmly believe that it isn't in your nature.   I like to consider myself a champion for the wimmins.  A proud self proclaimed Feminist can NOT allow herself to dig herself into this pit of gross.  We support.  We encourage beauty in all it's glorious variants.  We encourage self awareness and take pride in the accomplishments of others.  Not take a massive dump on those simply because they are "succeeding" while your own self confidence is in the toilet.

It's hard to let go of past  mistakes and behaviours.  The trick, I suppose, is to allow them to be your starting point to being a better human being and to also recognize these failures as reminders that we are all but human.  We all fuck up.   We all have it within ourselves to fix it.


Anyway, time to sign off on the blogger funzies for awhile.  Time to focus on "real" writing and of course derby.

Cause you know what?  I actually have a fighting chance at passing minimums this time around.

Again, why did I wait so long to sign up.