Work RANT

The next bitch that pulls the "I'm a helpless female, I had no other choice, and I felt like I was being taken advantage of" card out of her ass as her excuse for approving work to be done she was unsure of is going to have me jumping through the damned telephone to rip her hands off her arms so she can't sign on any more dotted lines in her future, ever.

Feminine/Masculine

"What is feminine/masculine" was the topic of last night's philosophy club meeting. It started off broad and difficult to define, and pretty much stayed in that state throughout. Today's upset customer who pissed me off to no end managed to get all my thoughts straight regarding the subject. It reminds me of a line from Born Yesterday:

"All that stuff I've been studying, what Paul's been telling me, just mixed me up, but when you hit me before, it was like everything knocked itself together in my head and made sense."

Here's my take on the subject:

I am woman/man. Hear my caring and intelligent roar.

THAT is sexy. BE that. Be the person that harbors a caring roar and isn't afraid to use it when necessary. The world is fucked up, and you have to care enough about it to be strong and to stand up to it. Don't just roar at it because it's fucked up. Roar at it because you care.

If someone wants to balk that you (man or woman) are too masculine or feminine for their tastes, fuck them care about them. Care about how sad their lives are that they go around making others miserable, and if you feel the urge, let out your tigress roar at them and maybe it'll knock some sense into them.