Goal vs. Resolution #2015 #newyear

What is the difference between a resolution and a goal?



A resolution is the act of finding a solution to a conflict or problem.

A goal is something that you are trying to do or achieve.

When you look at the definition of a resolution it comes across as a negative thing.  You need to set a resolution in order to solve a problem.  My weight is a problem so I need to resolve to lose it.

Whereas a goal is something more positive.  Something that you can be proud of. Something that you achieve. My goal is to exercise in order to lose weight.

I use weight as an example because people make such a big deal about starting weight loss routines at the beginning of the year, it's the most identifiable, and most often heard, new years resolution.

For 2015 I don't want to make resolutions, I want to set goals.  2014 was an awesome, crazy, ridiculous year where there was a lot of change and a lot of personal growth.  Now that things have settled down a bit I think that it's time to set some goals that I would like to have achieved by the end of 2015.  And since it's only a dream until it's written down, here I go.  My 2015 bucket list.


Pay off all of my debt, excluding my car and student loans.
Maintain a savings account.
Fix my credit so we can buy a house.
Meet Josh's kids.
Travel somewhere in the US that I've never been before.
Go out of town, on a (quasi)vacation, at least once a quarter.
Exercise for a half an hour, three times a week.
Blog once a week.
Become a senior property manager.
Get my Oregon brokers license.
Take PJ on a date once a month.
Go on a date with Veronica once a month.
Eat someplace we've never eaten before with Josh once a month.

I like to think that my list is a nice mix of growth plus some goals to break up the monotony.  When you spend at least two hours a day in the car and another eight and a half hours a day at a desk goals to spice things up a bit are necessary.

Christmas Reminder: Don't Forget to Feel the Love

It's Christmas Eve.  I'm not sure why, but it doesn't feel like Christmas Eve.  When trying to figure out what to blog about while I'm waiting impatiently for my workday to be over it was suggested that I write about the Christmas spirit.  I couldn't quite figure out how, since it doesn't feel like Christmas.
I'm hoping that as we start our Christmas Eve traditions tonight I'll be more in the spirit.  I started out the season in the spirit and as we have gotten closer I've slowly, but surly, lost it.  As I sit here contemplating why I lost it and where it went I realized that it doesn't matter a whole lot.  What matters is that I get it back by the time I pick PJ up from his dad's after work tonight.

You never know the last time you are going to get to spend time with someone. People say it all of the time but the older you get the more truth rings in this statement.   I want to remember that this year, and really always, and I want everyone in my life to remember that statement.  It's really easy to get caught up in the big (and little) things that weigh on us everyday and forget the things that make those same days special.

I'm lucky enough to get to spend this Christmas with my Grandparents,

I'm lucky enough that the man that I am ridiculously in love with is here for Christmas this year, rather than 1,000 miles away.

I'm lucky enough that my child is still just innocent enough to believe me when I tell him there is a Santa Claus, rather than believe his friends when they say there isn't.

I am lucky enough to spend this Christmas with both of my parents, five Christmases after my dad was diagnosed with stage four cancer.

I'm lucky enough to get to have an amazing second family to spend an entire extra day of Christmas with.

I'm lucky.  And it doesn't matter if I'm in the Christmas spirit or not.  As long as I can remember how lucky I am the spirit of the season will take care of itself.

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You are not fat. You have fat. #weightproblems

I've gained 30 pounds in the last six months.  This is not something that makes me happy.  It actually bothers me a lot.  I have never weighed as much as I do now except when I was pregnant with PJ.  Although, there have been winters that I weighed close to this much, it was all in different places. I have never really had a roll or love handles or back fat.  Usually when I gain weight it goes straight to my ass, thighs and face.  That isn't the case this time.  Since I have had a serious case of writers block I decided to blog about how a change in body image can effect your self esteem.  And that is still the ultimate goal of this blog, however, I discovered a little problem.

 I usually choose a topic for a blog and then I go to Pinterest to try and find images and quotes that match my topic.  I find that this helps to get my creative juices flowing and helps me add some substance to my blogs.  Today when I went to Pinterest and typed in "body image quotes" I found a shit ton of quotes about accepting yourself for who you are and about the fact that it's okay to be fat and that we should love ourselves no matter how we look. I did not find one quote about how you should work to feel better about yourself if you are uncomfortable in your skin, or about being healthy and working toward a healthier you.  We all know that Pinterest is filled with workouts and recipes and fad diets but when you type in body image all you get are stupid quotes about accepting your body the way it is.

I do believe that to a certain extent we should all accept our bodies the way that they are.  I am always going to have a bubble butt and small boobs and for the most part I am okay with that fact. I'm never going to change my big front teeth or my straight hair.  I am always going to be short and my forehead is always going to be just a little bit bigger than I think it should be. But I don't HAVE to be 30 pounds overweight and I don't have to like the way that I look 30 pounds overweight and I should't be ridiculed for not liking the way that I feel and look at this weight.

As someone who has always been small I have always had a bit of a problem when talking about my weight.  People automatically dismiss how I feel when I gain weight. I don't have an eating disorder (unless emotional eating is considered a disorder) and I don't have unrealistic expectations of how much I should weigh.  When talking about weight I commonly get "You don't need to lose any weight, you're little" or "There's no way you weigh that much" or "If you lose that much weight you'll be skin and bones".

The one that bothers me that most is probably "You always gain a little weight when you're happy in a new relationship".  Um, why is that even a little bit okay?  Oh, I'm happy and content so now I'm going to gain 30 pounds and my boyfriend is going to be okay with it and I should be too because we're in a new happy relationship.  That's like saying "Fuck it, he loves me. I can be lazy now".  It doesn't matter that when you weren't in this committed relationship you made sure that you looked skinny and tan and cute all of the time so that he thought you looked skinny and tan and cute all of the time.  What matters is that now you have him so you don't have to put forth any effort anymore. Yeah, there isn't a whole lot of logic there.

Weighing more than you ever have before is really bad for your self esteem.  I hate getting dressed in the morning.  Picking out what to wear makes me feel like shit. Buying new clothes isn't an option because it's like accepting that I'm just going to be this size but squeezing into my regular clothes isn't really an option either because I feel like gigantor trying to put myself in a sausage casing. I don't like being naked.  I judge myself every time I look in the mirror. I'm super self-conscious when it comes to having sex.  I know what I looked like when we started having sex and I know how much bigger I am now.  I know that things rub different and move different and fit different.  I have noticed that I don't get called "fun-sized" anymore and that I don't get nearly the same amount of attention out in public that I used to. Maybe that all seems shallow and doesn't seem like a big deal, but when you've always been small it's a big deal.

I think that the biggest blow to my self-esteem is that I know that it's my fault.  I know that I eat like shit and that I sit on my ass and that now that I'm in my 30's I'm going to have to put forth more effort than I used to.  I understand math and science.  The older you get the slower your metabolism gets.  You have to burn more calories than you eat. Make healthy choices to be healthy. I am not healthy. My knees don't like my weight, my hips don't like my weight, my back doesn't like my weight.  It's not all about how I look.  It's about how healthy I am and right now I'm not, at all.

I think that people should accept their bodies the way that they are.  If you are healthy and making healthy choices than accept yourself.  I don't think that we should let society dictate what we think our bodies should look like.  I am a huge proponent of beauty being in the eye of the beholder and confidence is sexy and curves are sexy and everyone is their own person and you SHOULD accept yourself for who you are.  However, I don't think that anyone should tell me how to feel about how much I weigh when I'm not making healthy choices, when I am not comfortable in my skin, while my whole body is protesting and telling me that I weigh too much.  In the same way that society shouldn't get to dictate that I have to be skinny to love my body, it shouldn't get to tell me that I have to love my body when I'm not. I love myself, I love who I am as a person and I love my body, when it's working and looking the way that it's supposed to and I think that my extra weight doesn't change the fact that I am beautiful.  We all talk about removing the bad things from our lives so that we can be happy.  Why is it so bad to think of my extra weight as something negative that I need to remove?

I Got a Million Trillion Things I'd Rather Do #idfwu

Unless this is your first time reading my blog you know that one of my favorite words is fuck.  I also really like the word plethora. Which is on the completely opposite end of the vocabulary spectrum. This blog is about a song that says the work fuck a plethora of times.

I have spent a lot of time and energy and years caring what other people thing of me and my choices. I'm pretty sure I have blogged about it before.  Recently I've discovered that as I get older I just don't care what people think.  

I've also been the type of person that gives a lot of second chances but when I'm done giving chances I'm done with that person.  It's always been that way.  Ask my ex-husbands. 

Big Sean's song I Don't Fuck With You is a song about both of those things that makes me happy every time I hear it.  It's crude and ridiculous and he says the work fuck fifty plus times.  But every time I hear it I smile and sing along.  

There isn't anyone that I think of specifically when I hear this song, nor am I feuding or mad at anyone that I think this song applies to.  It's just a song, using my favorite word over and over, to convey a level of ambivalence that I love.  E-40 doesn't hurt anything either. 

In Every Thing Give Thanks

Yes.  It's that time of the year.  The time where we are all inundated with all of the many things that everyone in our social media is thankful for.  I wasn't going to write a thankful blog this year.  I wrote this one about being happy and not taking people for granted last Thanksgiving and then another about the amazing gifts that I've gotten from my family over the years and then there was the one about the family I get to choose. I figured I had it all covered.  But as today is Thanksgiving Eve, and there are always new things to be thankful for, I figured why not kill a little time while I'm waiting to get off of work expressing my gratitude for a multitude of other things.

I'm thankful for all of the changes in my life since this time last year.  I'm thankful that Josh is here and we're hosting Thanksgiving this year, in our home, rather than having him here just visiting for two weeks like last year. I'm thankful for him and his support in general.  I mean who doesn't love a guy who cooks and cleans and supports the shit out of you? There have been a lot of life changes in the past twelve months and we've handled them all like bosses.  I am thankful everyday that he's at home when I get there.  I still have moments, laying in bed right before I fall asleep, where I am amazed and in awe that we managed to get where we are and that we are actually sharing this crazy life. Out of all of the things I have to be thankful for he is the one that makes me wonder what amazing thing I did in a past life to deserve what I have now. 

My super awesome kid makes me thankful.  He's ten, and annoying, but he's turning into a great person.  He's always been pretty great and thoughtful but he has figured out and matured so much in the past year. As much as he is still a distracted ten year old kid he is finding his voice and figuring out the type of person that he wants to be.  I feel like we're living in this very short time frame where I'm actually a cool person, that might last another year so I'm going to enjoy it while I can. 

I'm thankful for the traditions that I have, and the people that I share them with.  I'm thankful for pies and wine on Thanksgiving Eve.  I'm thankful for green bean casserole and cranberry sauce. I'm thankful that my family, and Josh's, like each other so that we can all spend Thanksgiving. I'm thankful that I get to make a whole new set of traditions this Christmas and keep the ones that I already have going.  I'm thankful for Christmas cookies with Veronica and Christmas Eve at my Mom and Dad's. I'm thankful for Zap and December 1st Christmas Pajamas.  I'm thankful that I have all of these things to be thankful for. 

Really, I'm just very thankful for this awesome life and the awesome people in it who help it suck a whole lot less than it could.

F&$k Hormones and Emotions and Stuff

I woke up this morning in a horrible mood.  Generally angry at the world and a hormonal ball of emotions.  I threw glasses around the kitchen, slammed drawers and cabinets then got in the car to drive to work a mess of tears and yelling frustration.

I have absolutely no reason at all to be angry, or sad or really any negative emotion.  That is one of the sucky things about being a girl.  There are times that you just can't control the way your hormones are making you feel.  While at the same time you have no idea how or why you are feeling a certain way.

What's even more sucky is when you can't predict when your hormones are going to make you an insane, tearful, crazy, calling other drivers cunts and flipping them off in traffic maniac.  If it was all just as simple as every 28 days PMS it wouldn't just jump up and surprise me.  I'd be like OH!  Yes that explains so much.  I don't have PMS like that because I don't have periods.  So when I wake up in the morning a crazy person it takes me a little bit to figure it out because the calendar doesn't tell me it's time for that hormonal bull shit.

Don't get me wrong.  I have no illusions about the fact that men have to deal with hormones too.  I think men have a hormonal cycle just like women and end up being little bitches with their own PMS bullshit to deal with.  It's just a different level.  As a woman, hormones make you crazy.  As a man hormones just make you a dick.  I would much rather be bitchy then cry any day.

The other thing about being hormonal like this, at least for me, is that although I hate everyone all I really want to do is lay in bed and cuddle and have sex.  Yes, I admitted that. After discussing this phenomena with many friends I'm not the only one.  What is about being a complete and total bitch that makes you horny as hell?  Your significant other certainly doesn't think your crazy hormonal self is sexy.  Why would anyone want to cuddle and make out with a puffy eyed woman that has been slamming shit around and scowling all day?  I don't even like myself when I feel this way, I certainly don't expect anyone else to like me.

I guess the benefit to being a property manager is that I'll probably get to yell at someone today and maybe even make them cry.  I am also in a position where I can just close my office door and ignore everyone if I want to.  Right now I'm going to go get a cup of coffee and go to the bathroom to cry (because if you cry in the bathroom it didn't happen). Wish me, my staff, my boyfriend and everyone on my commute home today luck.  I think we're all going to need it.  

You Don't Need a Cape to Be a Hero

Last week my boyfriend posted a link to nominate him to win a Mercedes through a local Mercedes dealerships website. The dealership is asking friends and family of Veteran's to nominate them to win this car by giving them information about their service and writing a paragraph or two about why the person you are nominating is your hero.  So, here I am, ready to go nominate him and I get to the part about telling why he's my hero and I freeze.  How could I possibly put in to words why he's my hero? There are so many reasons, and there are more every day.  I have been tossing ideas around in my head for the last week because I can't just sit and write a blurb.  It's too big.

Today is Veteran's Day.  Veteran's Day is on November 11th every year to commemorate the day that the fighting in WWI stopped.  In 1954 it was made a National holiday to show appreciation to anyone who has served in the United States Armed Forces. 

For most of my life Veteran's Day was a day off of school in November.  For most of my life war, and all that it entails, has been on the periphery of my life. My grandfather was in the Coast Guard but outside of that I just didn't really have any exposure to the military. I am a smart enough person that I have always appreciated the men and women that choose to serve our country but I never felt like it impacted my life in a direct way.  Like I said, it was always on the periphery, an ignorance is bliss situation.  

I remember when I found out that Josh had joined the Army.  I was 17, so we had known each other for about four years, Up to that point the only thing I really knew about war, so to speak, was what happened in the First Gulf War. I was nine when all of that went down. I remember watching the news and watching the air strikes but that was really all.  This was also pre-9/11 so that hadn't even come in to play yet. The day he left for boot camp I said goodbye and walked home crying.  I don't even know if I knew why. I was a senior in high school, we hadn't dated in three years, but I knew in my gut that this was huge. 

I still have all of the letters and pictures that he sent from boot camp, and from Kosovo. How I managed to hold on to those for so many years, through so many moves, I'm not sure.  From the moment that he went to Kosovo I worried. 9/11 made it worse. Then when he went to Iraq the first time I worried more. I dreaded the phone call from my mom, or from his. Through all of this we weren't together, we were married to different people. I kept in touch with him and checked in the best I could.  Most of this was before Skype but there was e-mail and messenger.  Even though I worried and checked in to make sure he was okay, the enormity of everything that was happening was still on the periphery of my life here. 

We've been together, for real, for about a year and a half now. I didn't have to go through war with him, but now I get to see what the transition to civilian life looks like.  Not just for him but for the men and women that he served with.  Listening to their stories, and watching them deal with, what has to feel, like mundane every day life brings a level of appreciation and understanding that I never had before. How to you go from full out, blowing shit up war, to an everyday job? Or college?  How do you go from worrying about an entire company of men to just taking care of your family?  Once you have been in a combat situation it brings a whole new perspective to life.  One that I see in Josh and every single soldier he's brought in to my life.  They are an entirely different, and pretty awesome, breed.

It embarrasses me to realize how much of my life I spent being ignorant to war and it's casualties. Not just those that we lose but what get's lost for those who come home.  What every single Veteran has to deal with on a day to day basis.  I have a whole new level of understanding and patience. Not to mention the respect.  It's a level of respect that I can't even put in to words. To make the choice to serve your country, to take on that level of responsibility, to put your country before your life.  You can agree or disagree with war and why our government and country makes the choices it does, but you have to respect that kind of commitment and sacrifice that is required to choose your country before anything else. 

So, Happy Veteran's Day to all of those who have served and still serve.  Happy Veteran's Day to the families and support systems of our Veterans.  Thank you for everything you do and have done to make sure that I can live my day to day life and maintain my freedom. 

And last but not least Happy Veteran's Day to my own personal hero. Who, is my hero not just for his service to this country but also because he chooses to get up everyday and support me and our little life that we have built. He brought a whole new view and perspective to my life, one that I love and can't believe I didn't have before. He continues to show me day in and day out that you don't need a cape to be a hero and that is a gift I'll never be able to show enough appreciation for. 

PSA for Today. Learn How to Drive.

I just got to work.  I should probably be working, or spending the hour before the office opens doing school work, but I'm not.  Instead I'm going to blog about commuting, traffic and stupid drivers while listening to more loud music, because that's the only way I make it to work everyday and the only way to CTFD.

I have now been commuting 60 miles a day for two weeks.  It takes me about an hour to get to work and about an hour to get home. Which really isn't that bad.  I have been fairly zen about my commute up until now.  An hour to get from Tualatin to Vancouver isn't horrible.

The past couple of days I have stopped being zen about the whole thing and I couldn't figure out why. Then this morning on my way in I realized what it is.  It isn't the time that it takes.  It's the stupid drivers.  It's the fact that there is no reason for people to drive the way that they do. I will be the first to admit that I am not the best driver on the planet. But common sense makes me an above average driver. So, here is a little public service announcement regarding commuting.  Please read if you are at all annoyed by other drivers, or if you think you may be one of the drivers I'm talking about.

First things first.  Weather.  It changes from day to day.  Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it's not. There are days where it rains a lot and there are days that it rains a little.  Here's the thing, it rains 8ish months out of the year here.  And it rains pretty hard a lot.  It's also dark a lot while it's raining. Starting on Sunday most commuters will be going to and from work in the dark. That isn't going to stop the rain.  If you are incapable of driving in the rain, or in the dark.  If these two factors together inhibit your ability to push your car down the road, you should probably get someone else to drive for you, at least until you understand that these same circumstances are going to last until APRIL!! Same goes with the sun, I know that on the rare occasion it comes out at this time of year we're all surprised but the glare of the sun should not keep you from driving like a normal person.

Left lane drivers.  Please note that if you are in the left lane that means that you are passing the cars in the right lanes.  If there is someone behind you that wants to go faster than you are going MOVE OVER!  I don't care if you are going 15 miles per hour over the speed limit.  Move.  It isn't your job to keep me from getting a ticket. Choosing to go faster than you is exactly that, a choice.  Move.  Now if you're in the left lane and the lanes aren't moving that's fine, you moving over isn't going to make anyone go faster. However, if traffic clears up and I still want to go faster than you MOVE! You don't have a claim on the left lane just because you spent 20 minutes sitting in it.  Also, please semi-trucks stay out of the left lane.  You're not supposed to be there and it just confuses everyone.

Ass riders.  If you're going to ride my ass at least pull my hair.  I can't go any faster than the person in front of me.  You riding my ass as we're creeping along at 10 MPH isn't going to do anything except cause an accident. You know the assholes on the side of the road holding up traffic because they got in a fender bender.  They're there because the dick in the back was riding the person in the fronts ass, they stopped and the dick in the back didn't have time to stop.  It would solve so many problems if you ass riders would just realize that I AM GOING AS FAST AS I CAN!!  You should also know that if you want to run in to me I don't care.  I have great insurance and I don't like my car so let's do this.

Since I brought up the people stopped on the side of the road, we'll go there next.  If you got into an accident please move out of the lane, I understand that there are some accidents that make this impossible, however, those are the accidents that make my commute take two hours rather than one.  The one hour accidents are the little ones, move onto the shoulder.  No, really, that's what it's there for. To those of you that didn't get into an accident but pulled on to the shoulder to make a phone call, or check your oil or beat your dick or whatever the fuck it is you are doing just sitting there.  GET OFF OF THE FREEWAY!!!  I know it's inconvenient but so is the delay you are causing to my day.

Last but not least is merging.  I think my child has known since he could talk that the reason we sit in traffic is because people don't know how to fucking merge.  I'm not sure why this is.  I know that one of the first things I learned about driving on the freeway was how to merge.  If you are on the freeway you let someone in front of you, if you are merging onto the freeway you need to merge behind the car that the person in front of you merged in front of.  Every. Other. Person. Don't be a dick.  Trying to squeeze three cars in is not necessary.  Even worse is the asshole that thinks no one should get in front of him.  You're the reason that we've been sitting on the freeway for an hour.

If people had more common sense and more common courtesy while commuting the world would be a much happier place.  And it would take us all a whole lot less time to get where we're going.

Phew, I think my blood pressure has gone down now.

Someday Feminism Won't Be Considered a Bad Word #fckh8

I shared this video from FCKH8.com on Facebook the other night because I loved it and because I was horrified by the statistics.  As we are all aware fuck is one of my favorite words so these girls dropping a few f-bombs didn't nearly have the impact on me that it had on some people.

Potty-Mouthed Princesses Drop F-Bombs for Feminism by FCKH8.com from FCKH8.com on Vimeo

I think we can all acknowledge that the point of this ad was that people were going to be more upset that these little girls were swearing than the statistics they were spouting in between curse words. And boy did it have people upset.  One comment on the Facebook post just said:

"Absolutely not. Children should not be swearing, period."

One of my favorite stories to tell about my son was the time he was about 18 months old and I very vehemently said "fuck" while driving and he proceeded to repeat the word "fuck" over and over long enough for me to call his dad and leave him a voice message of his child dropping the f -bomb with all the enunciation the word requires.  This has nothing to do with gender equality but I thought it was HILARIOUS!!  I have a nephew that also swears during "guy time".   Children swearing can be funny. And the woman who posted this comment proved the producers right, she completely missed the point and needs to pull the long, sharp stick out of her ass.

Then there was this guy:

"Stay classy FCKH8 taking advantage of a bunch of kids who I guarantee do not understand what they are being told to say."

Dude, let me just tell you, those girls understand what they are being told to say.  They may not understand the implication and severity of the problem, but they understand.  One of the things that I have always hated, as a strong girl, was when boys tried to tell me that I was too small, or too weak, or too anything.  I grew up on a street with 10 boys and all of their friends.  The boys that I grew up with knew what I was capable of and used to laugh when their friends would show up and talk about the things I couldn't do, or shouldn't do, because I was a girl.  I can do anything, and I knew, even at 6,  how much I hated to be told I couldn't do something that all of those boys were doing.  My parents made sure of it.

Those girls are going to be strong and independent.  They are not going to let the limitations that having a vagina automatically gives them, slow them down.  Not just that, but they obviously have parents that are strong and thus are teaching them to be strong.  You can tell when girl #5 asks which one of the five of them are going to be raped or assaulted she knows exactly what she is asking.  We teach our kids, especially girls, about stranger danger and bad people and getting kidnapped and touched on their private parts, and yes even raped, starting as soon as they start playing at the playground.  What makes anyone think those girls don't know what they are talking about.  Give credit where credit is due.  Kids have no choice but to be street smart.  Our society dictates it.

The video's producer, Mike Kahn told AdWeek:

 "Some adults may be uncomfortable with how these little girls are using a bad word for a good cause. It is shocking what they are saying, but … the big statistic that one out of five women are sexually assaulted or raped is something society seems to find less offensive than a little four-letter word."

I like sex. Sex is not something that I have ever been afraid to talk about or do. Non-consensual sex is the scariest thing I could imagine.  Except for being kidnapped and forced to have non-consensual sex. That would be worse. But the statistic is being overlooked, even though every woman knows that is a fear they are forced to face at a very young age. Not all men rape, but the majority of rapes are done by men. So although it isn't fair to blame all men, it also isn't fair to demean the statistic by picking it apart.

Then there was the guy who was SO ignorant I had to stop reading ignorant people's posts and start blogging.  This guy is the epitome of an ignorant, misogynistic asshole.  I hope he never reproduces.

"So forcing little girls to talk about things they know nothing about and aren't mature enough to understand using vulgar language is totally a great way at raising awareness for a cause. Feminist are fucking retarded... As for the whole dress code for schools, the reason you don't see men complaining about it is because boys don't dress in clothes exposing their sexual areas. YES, WOMEN HAVE MORE SEXUAL AREAS. SORRY. WE CAN'T CONTROL NATURE. BLAME MEN FOR YOUR BODY PARTS. ... just like the whole "sexual harassment" thing. Fucking wah. Everybody gets harassed. Short people, fat people, tall people, skinny people, "ugly" people, "unpopular" people, gay people, "nerds", and so on and so on. It is not a gender isolated thing and in no way is more common in women than men. It's an experience every human faces...."

And on and on and on.  Seriously, I thought my soap box was tall.  I took a Woman's Studies class my first semester of college and one of the things that was taught, and repeated over and over, was that a feminist started as someone who was looking for equality for women but has morphed into someone who believed in equality for all.  This dude is missing all of that.  I'm pretty sure that if I encountered him in public I would have no choice but to just walk away for fear that I would shank him.  He is the type that will disrespect anyone except for a straight, white, gender identified male. Through he rant he doesn't even touch on anyone who may identify with a different gender.  He also makes it perfectly clear that he believes sex is only to procreate.  I feel as though he is missing out on a lot of fun and quite a few brain cells.

I've stated before, during the #yesallwomen craze a couple of months back, that I don't think that I can do anything boys can do, I can't.  I also can't do everything some girls can do.  I can do anything I can do.  Me, myself and I.  I am a strong independent female and that is something that is appreciated by anyone that I choose to be in my life.  I had a vendor tell me today, after I told him I could take measurements if he was missing any, and bragged about my new Leatherman and it's tools, that I am a badass.  That's right. I am. I also really like to do my hair and get dressed up and pretty. Which also makes me pretty badass.  And I am a feminist.  I believe that everyone should be treated equally. Everyone.

And those little girls, well they are badasses too. They are already ahead of a lot of the people posting ignorant comments. They are already strong and independent.  This video is awesome and they ALL owned that shit.