I tried to make that title sound clever, but it didn't work.
I have just read two blogs by women who are denouncing the popular book series 50 Shades of Grey and the movie Magic Mike. And let me tell you what... my blood is boiling!
This is the first blog I read: http://mrsgoresdiary.com/2012/07/08/magic-mike-who/. This woman goes on and on about how Magic Mike "cheapens masculinity and paints a deceptive picture of what women should get excited about in men". She goes on (still) to remind her female sisters of what "sexy and "manly" really look like. And while I agree with a FEW of the examples she lists, most of them remind me of qualities that I would never want in my husband. I would be remiss if I did not point out that this is the good ole USA and everyone is entitled to their opinion. Obviously, this is hers. And that is what makes it so great that I can share mine as well! Magic Mike was sorely lacking in plot and dialogue. But I will see it again because I enjoyed Channing Tatum's dance scenes immensely. I do not feel one ounce of shame admitting this to anyone. It is a freaking MOVIE, people. If seeing scantily clad men dance around in a movie makes you immediately leave the theater with intentions of divorcing your once-thought-of "manly" husband and shacking up with a male stripper, then you have other issues. I don't have those issues. My husband is what I define as sexy and manly. And I will tell you why - he works hard to provide for his family, he loves us unconditionally, he is kind-hearted, and he is hot! And that's all I have to say about that!
This is the second blog I read: http://melissajenna.com/2012/06/30/50-shades-of-magic-mike-in-which-i-am-very-uncool/. This woman is convinced that the 50 Shades books and the Magic Mike movie are works that women should stay away from as they are considered a path to temptation. She goes so far as to define these works as pornography. Pornography is defined as obscene writings, photographs, or the like, especially those having little or no artistic merit. I am of the opinion that these books and this movie are far-removed from that definition. There is nothing "obscene" about these works. The books may push the envelope a little, but the basis of the story is about a loving relationship between two people. And as for the movie, it was more cheesy than obscene! Give me a break! Her idea is to "wear something sexy to bed" instead of "lusting after celebrity strippers" or "reading pornography". Really? (SIDE NOTE: If you are seriously lusting after a celebrity stripper to the point that you are ruining your life and/or marriage, you have a different issue and most likely suffer from disillusionment!) And why should we not be holding the designers and manufacturers of these sexy duds to the same standards? After all, they could lead us down a path of temptation also. You know, if we decided to wear said sexy duds when we tie up our male strippers. Right. Because that could happen. (See the above side note regarding DISILLUSIONMENT.)
I will reiterate my point(s) - neither of these works "tempted" me to procure a male stripper that I could tie up and spank into submission. They were merely entertainment. The books helped me to realx and fall asleep at night and the movie was an excuse to hang out with friends and have fun. And if anyone has a problem with that, all I can say is...
Later's Baby! This Law Breaker is outta here!!!
Hahahahahahahahahaha! Now THAT was funny!
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Surprise!! You're married!
In the dictionary, marriage is defined 10 different ways. I don't really relate to any of the definitions I found there and that's mostly because my marriage has always been somewhat of a surprise to me. I am fully aware of the weirdness of that statement, but let me explain.
About 16 years ago, Jerry and I were walking around at the mall and for some unknown reason found ourselves in a jewlery store looking at engagement rings. There was never any pretense to what we were doing. Never was there a conversation that started with "I want to marry you" or "Let's go look at engagement rings". Not even a "Do you WANT to marry me??" But on that particular day something unspoken led us to that jewelry store and it resulted in him purchasing an engagement ring for me. The ring was left there for re-sizing and we returned a week or so later to pick it up. The salesperson gave me the ring and I promptly put it in the box and gave it to Jerry. He gave me one of those confused, eye-brow raising looks that he gives and said, "You don't want to wear it?". To which I replied, "You haven't asked me to marry you." So, we promptly left the store and walked directly back out to our car. As soon as we settled in, Jerry took the ring out and said in an extremely condescending voice "Will you marry me?" and I replied in the same tone "Yes!". And THEN I let him put the ring on my finger.
I love telling that story!
Fifteen years ago today, we were married. We had a rough go of it at first and we each made a lot of mistakes. But as we got older and grew together, we got wiser. We have always taken pride in the fact that we, the unlikely couple, have made it as far as we have. I'm not sure that we had any real supporters when we decided to get married. I think most people made wagers as to how long it would last!
Jerry continues to surprise me. He has become a person that I never realized he had the potential to become. He owns and operates a successful business with the odds stacked against him. He gives of his time and money to those who he feels strongly are in need. He loves his children and strives to be a good example to them. And most surprising of all, he accepts me. Bitchy, lazy, mouthy me. (I can be a little hard to handle at times.) And don't get me wrong - he has his own undesireable qualities. But I choose to accept him as he is, also. I can only hope that I continue to be "surprised" by this marriage for many more years to come.
About 16 years ago, Jerry and I were walking around at the mall and for some unknown reason found ourselves in a jewlery store looking at engagement rings. There was never any pretense to what we were doing. Never was there a conversation that started with "I want to marry you" or "Let's go look at engagement rings". Not even a "Do you WANT to marry me??" But on that particular day something unspoken led us to that jewelry store and it resulted in him purchasing an engagement ring for me. The ring was left there for re-sizing and we returned a week or so later to pick it up. The salesperson gave me the ring and I promptly put it in the box and gave it to Jerry. He gave me one of those confused, eye-brow raising looks that he gives and said, "You don't want to wear it?". To which I replied, "You haven't asked me to marry you." So, we promptly left the store and walked directly back out to our car. As soon as we settled in, Jerry took the ring out and said in an extremely condescending voice "Will you marry me?" and I replied in the same tone "Yes!". And THEN I let him put the ring on my finger.
I love telling that story!
Fifteen years ago today, we were married. We had a rough go of it at first and we each made a lot of mistakes. But as we got older and grew together, we got wiser. We have always taken pride in the fact that we, the unlikely couple, have made it as far as we have. I'm not sure that we had any real supporters when we decided to get married. I think most people made wagers as to how long it would last!
Jerry continues to surprise me. He has become a person that I never realized he had the potential to become. He owns and operates a successful business with the odds stacked against him. He gives of his time and money to those who he feels strongly are in need. He loves his children and strives to be a good example to them. And most surprising of all, he accepts me. Bitchy, lazy, mouthy me. (I can be a little hard to handle at times.) And don't get me wrong - he has his own undesireable qualities. But I choose to accept him as he is, also. I can only hope that I continue to be "surprised" by this marriage for many more years to come.
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