Perhaps, more accurately…I am a Crazy Cat Lesbian!
For myself, and others like me, Cats are a mystery that will never be completely solved.
For myself and others like me,
I have been pried awake from a dead sleep to…bitchy, always open, resting…eyes!
It is an unsettling feeling. Invisibly hypnotic emerald eyes, dilated and magnificent in color, from a darkened room, not seen but felt.
Like a scary movie where you know for certain something will be jumping out of creepy corner…and, time and time again, an un-containable scream.
Let us be honest…The Cat is out to get its owner. There are only two questions the Cat Lover should be asking herself:
Is the un-examined life really worth living…?
Why is my Cat such a bitch?
Well, I discovered through very little research (as I don’t believe in the whole…understanding is knowledge thing) that many of us suffer from being…Pussy Whipped!
And, like good Cat Lovers do, we down grade aggressiveness to being…feisty and unpredictable.
I took some ‘terms’ and posed them against my family of feline’s behavior:
-Does the Cat swat?
Does the Cat scratch on your great grandmother’s kitchen table that survived the ‘Great Depression?’
When another the Cat walks into the living-room does the first Diva…
growl, hiss, posture or pull her ears back?
Does the Cat stalk the Human as if they were…prey? Particularly if the dish is dry, the box is dusty, attention is wanted and/or they want to go out and maim little field mice!
Does the Cat stick her ass in one of at least two faces, yours or the next door neighbor’s, balls have dropped, Tom Cat?
Can the Cat Lover…un-Bitch her cat?
I took an online quiz to get to the bottom of this issue. Not really sure why. Being educated but lacking the depth of the Cat, I will never solve the mystery. But my the Cat…scored a 90! Just another item to add to the Bitchy Cat resume!
Little known fact:
Lizzie Borden loved the Cat!
Lizzie and Emma Borden were among the top donors to animal-welfare groups in Fall River. In her will, Lizzie left $30,000 to the Animal Rescue League of Fall River. That bequest continues to help animals today.
is uttered without any really meaning or spark of intention!
Are you really…okay?
OK, here’s the story. On Saturday, March 23, 1839, the editor of the Boston Morning Post published a humorous article about a satirical organization called the “Anti-Bell Ringing Society ” in which he wrote:
The “Chairman of the Committee on Charity Lecture Bells,” is one of the deputation, and perhaps if he should return to Boston, via Providence, he of the Journal, and his train-band, would have his “contribution box,” et ceteras, o.k.—all correct—and cause the corks to fly, like sparks, upward.
of the Committee on Charity Lecture Bells,” is one of the deputation, and perhaps if heBoston, via Providence, he of the Journal, and h
It wasn’t as strange as it might seem for the author to coin OK as an abbreviation for “all correct.” There was a fashion then for playful abbreviations like i.s.b.d (it shall be done), r.t.b.s (remains to be seen), and s.p. (small potatoes). They were the early ancestors of OMG, LOL, and tl;dr. A twist on the trend was to base the abbreviations on alternate spellings or misspellings, so “no go” was k.g. (know go) and “all right” was o.w. (oll write). So it wasn’t so surprising for someone come up with o.k. for oll korrect. What is surprising is that it ended up sticking around for so long while the other abbreviations faded away.
Or, if you aren’t okay…all correct, because most of us aren’t really…all correct…all of the time. If o.k., does not apply perhaps, you are FINE.
A.A. Expression on how the pink cloud has lifted and you are feeling completely lost in an adult world with only your one month of sobriety and ‘adolescent emotions’ to guide you:
F – Fucked up!
I – Insecure
N – Neurotic
E – Emotional
Schizo? Often mispronounced as, Skitso! The honest meaning to the word? To divide and/or to split. How it sounds to a person with schizophrenia? As a society, or a click, or a group of bullies, it has one meaning and that is, you are so strange we don’t want to deal with you and/or want you as one of pack! Personally, this is the new hated word on my list of words that offend without research.
Gay? I know this one…Do not even need to look it up.
MARIA, I feel pretty. OH, so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay. And, I pity any girl who isn’t me today!
-Lyrics, West Side Story, I Feel Pretty
So far removed has the term become? Generically speaking, it simply is meant to describe the happiest moments in our lives. It is simply used to tear one person down and order to build another person’s lack and/or grasp of humanity. Again, what is in a word? Do we really know what we are saying? Or, is the problem,
Do we care?
Faggot: bundle of twigs and/or a pack of cigarettes
Fairy: persons who accompany Tinkerbell on her adventures
Dyke: a place in Holland or so I am told
For the longest time, I honestly believed, those hateful persons calling me a ‘Lizzie’ were convinced…that Lizzie Borden was a homosexual. Course, as with most annihilated alliterations, Lizzie was mistaken for Lezzie. Yet, I digress, than would it not be, Lessie?
I am sick and tired of the hate. I am sick and tired of the ignorant ways we choose to show our ignorance. I live in the first in the nation…state. All the politicians come here to blow there own…horns. And, on occasion, blow other items not listed on the debate schedule. These people cannot even get the English language right!
Mitt Romney mistakenly confused the words “Sikh” and “sheik” at a fundraiser here Tuesday night when he offered his condolences to the victims of last weekend’s shooting at a Sikh temple in Wisconsin. […] Sheik is an Arabic honorific, whereas Sikh is a religion with roots in South Asia.
Whatever the case maybe, I am sure of one or two things. We have built ourselves up on prideful balloons. Erected ourselves high above all the other nations. This activity, of course, has/had been done whilst hitching rides on our forefathers backs.
Shameful and without remorse the behaviors of those who believe by massacring words to their liking. These persons often forget, english is their first language. Not just something to be picked out during a grab bag situation.
Would we be more tolerant of the haters…if at least the proper words were used? For example, would one be more inclined to believe which one of the following statements:
FAGITS! Go home!
Gay men, and gay women, for that matter, please take your rainbows home and leave us with our unsubstantiated hate!
I don’t know! When I first read the sign, FAGITS! Go home! At a gay pride march in Columbus South Carolina…I had been offended. I’ve recently changed my stance on that. I would rather be hated by ignorant illiterate persons, taking my lifestyle and making it a delusional predatory skit. Than to be honestly hated with proper word-speak for real life bad forms…such as, she spits in public and doesn’t take the hair out of the hairbrush when she is done using it!