Writing fiction always gets me to thinking about stuff. I’m listening to the news. I watched the hearings today, saw that spit flinging Chris and his Hardball. He wasn’t so bad today, mostly footage of the hearings because they really do speak for themselves. I would be an Olbermann stalker, but I’m phobic about flying. So, ya, I watched you Keith.
But, I wonder about how so little, really, seems to have changed for women. They might have even gotten worse. We seemed to be journeying toward some sort of shared……. No, never really shard, more fought for and earned equality. the ERA passed House and Senate, then went the round of the States for ratification. And damn if we didn’t get fucked out of that. Not only that, we started allowing the new rules of the Beauty Quotient to stand, unchallenged as a reason to promote women. So off we go to the plastic surgeon. Suck out that fat, give me the perfect chin, nose, eyes. Botox so no one can tell what the hell I’m thinking since no expression crosses my line-less face, otherwise my ass would get terminated. Just a thought.
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