She's asking for it

One of the top stories on yahoo news today is this Dear Abby about people touching a pregnant woman's belly. And I'm not sure I've ever been more offended in my life. This goes way beyond the 40 year old virgin fiacso. Since when is it cool to go around touching strangers in public spaces?!

First there's the scientific explanation "touching a woman's belly is a deeply rooted instinctual behavior. It is as natural as pulling your hand away from a fire."

Then there's the tight jeans/you're just asking for it explanation "The clothing that I have seen pregnant women wear advertises their protruding bellies and, in my opinion, encourages people to notice and admire their bellies, implying there's an open invitation to touch them"

And then some guy just encourages her to be a whore "She should relax and enjoy a little gratuitous physical contact; some people have to pay big money for it -- like with massage or chiropractic"

I've been thinking about this, and I'm wondering if it really has to do with the fact that a pregnant woman has obviously had sex. Never, would society encourage you to touch virgins. But obviously, since you're pregnant, you're a whore, and it's a free for all. Touchy, touchy, touchy!

If anyone tried to touch me currently, I'm perfectly prepared to kick them. But maybe pregnant women shouldn't be balancing on one foot while fighting off evil. I'm considering crafting a letter to Dear Abby, advocating women to carry a nice, hefty cane. Once they're smacked, maybe strange touchers will think twice about the next time.

I Declare

There are just too many cats on the internet.

Seriously, it's bad for productivity.

Berry, Berry Good

Have you tried the new blackberry shake from jack in the box?!?! It's delicious! I've always been disappointed with fast food shakes, but I had to try it because the poster made it look so good. And it actually was good.

Unlike strawberry shakes, this doesn't taste artificial. It tastes a lot like a berry jelly. (don't tell anyone, but I can't really tell the difference between blackberries and boysenberries). It's such a lovely pinky-purpley color. Mine was served with a healthy heaping of whipped cream. And the guy who made mine was one of the more pleasant fast food workers I've met.

So, if you've been wavering... go, go, go! It's for a limited time only.

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I've decided to stop wasting my time at work. I can be very productive, if I want to. Taking my inspiration from Cher in Clueless, I've decided to use my work hours to break in my shoes. I have so many pairs sitting around, because I wore them once and they were uncomfortable. Now is the time to take action. (Because I just bought another super-cute pair yesterday.)

If I'm going to be grumpy at/about work, it's nice to have an easy cause I can point to. It's a much easier life for me to say, "I'm sorry, my feet hurt." not "I'm sorry, I'm way underemployed, and I've stopped believing in the company long ago."

Goin' to Disneyland (almost)

Charles Phoenix is dreamy, and a perfect host for his Disneyland Tour of Downtown Los Angeles
I might post words, but pictures are worth 1,000. So, here there are.

It was quite a day full of sights, puppets and snacks… I am considering quitting my job and just following Charles Phoenix around. He definitely deserves groupies. I was thinking he’s like the pied piper, except he’s the mouse, and he’s leading all the children around.