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RTBTCKI The Middle of the Week
Apr. 25th, 2018 10:40 amDepending how you place Sunday in the week…
Cold Rainy morning with the promise of more of the same later, which might make us change our plans slightly for this evening.
More on this evening’s adventure tomorrow.
I learned a new word yesterday ‘Incel’ that, according to the Urban Dictionary, is a shortening of the words "involuntarily celibate". I kind of wish I hadn’t known of this words existence and the people behind that word. Apparently it is our fault that people aren’t having sex with another person. This screams to me of the generation that was given participation trophies so they would feel good about themselves. I skirted the rabbit hole to find out that many of these incels believe that they have a right to sex and, even if it was legal, they would not pay for sex because it is their right.
A new profession I learned about is the professional cuddler. Someone who will cuddle with someone for money. There is nothing sextual about it. It has more to do with having some human contact to make people feel better. We are, according to various articles from various places, a touch starved country. Human contact is less and less even though we are talking more and more.
I keep typing sentences and then backing out of them. There are things I want to say here but know it would be better that I don’t for a variety of reasons.
One thing I am going to talk about here is that Caroline has taken to texting us in the morning that she loves us in case she doesn’t make it home from school. And that makes me very angry and very sad at the same time. Right now I am angrier than sad. I am furious that my daughter has to think that way. She should be worried about her grades or her social life not whether she will make it home in one piece. The schools are investigating each potential threat. Social workers are second guessing everything they are hearing. The security guards are on alert. We didn’t have security guards at our schools when I was growing up. Heck we were lucky if there was a greeter for the school.
So for the Dragon Con Art show next year, meme Art. I plan to translate some memes and fandom memes into puppets and dolls. As I get them done, I plan to unveil them here so people know that they exist and might want to buy them.
Spring had sprung sort of. Flowers are up and the trees are finally budding.
I am grateful for friends and loved ones.
Cold Rainy morning with the promise of more of the same later, which might make us change our plans slightly for this evening.
More on this evening’s adventure tomorrow.
I learned a new word yesterday ‘Incel’ that, according to the Urban Dictionary, is a shortening of the words "involuntarily celibate". I kind of wish I hadn’t known of this words existence and the people behind that word. Apparently it is our fault that people aren’t having sex with another person. This screams to me of the generation that was given participation trophies so they would feel good about themselves. I skirted the rabbit hole to find out that many of these incels believe that they have a right to sex and, even if it was legal, they would not pay for sex because it is their right.
A new profession I learned about is the professional cuddler. Someone who will cuddle with someone for money. There is nothing sextual about it. It has more to do with having some human contact to make people feel better. We are, according to various articles from various places, a touch starved country. Human contact is less and less even though we are talking more and more.
I keep typing sentences and then backing out of them. There are things I want to say here but know it would be better that I don’t for a variety of reasons.
One thing I am going to talk about here is that Caroline has taken to texting us in the morning that she loves us in case she doesn’t make it home from school. And that makes me very angry and very sad at the same time. Right now I am angrier than sad. I am furious that my daughter has to think that way. She should be worried about her grades or her social life not whether she will make it home in one piece. The schools are investigating each potential threat. Social workers are second guessing everything they are hearing. The security guards are on alert. We didn’t have security guards at our schools when I was growing up. Heck we were lucky if there was a greeter for the school.
So for the Dragon Con Art show next year, meme Art. I plan to translate some memes and fandom memes into puppets and dolls. As I get them done, I plan to unveil them here so people know that they exist and might want to buy them.
Spring had sprung sort of. Flowers are up and the trees are finally budding.
I am grateful for friends and loved ones.
