So here's another one!
An addition to my previous blog post: Robin Thicke is also an awful person for his behavior at the VMAs for allowing the simulated sex to occur. Also he thinks he's being cheeky and has successfully skirted the outrage I feel at his music video, but he's OH SO WRONG. It's not satire, honey. You're just using that excuse to weasel out of the wave of rage that should rightfully crash down around your sexist head. I am not fooled by you or anyone associated with you. And it doesn't matter that you got permission from your wife and the models filming with you. The message you broadcasted was one of objectification. You treated those women like stage pieces, pretty scenery. Congratulations on giving that advice to those who look up to you. Now hundreds of women will feel the joy of being treated like a tool used exclusively for the pleasure of their partners. You should be so proud.
I have so much more to say on that subject, believe me. But I've curbed myself, because my full rant mode is not pretty for anyone.
In other news, I am cooking dinner for the Marine and his brother tomorrow. I think this new friendship is growing nicely. We might go swimming after, too. It depends on what the little man wants to do. I feel that this has the potential to go so much further, but I don't want to do anything prematurely. Also I made the first move last time and he didn't express interest, so I think it's best if I just drop it and concentrate on the friendship. Sometimes I forget for just a minute when I feel the tension between us and I know if I make a move it will probably be reciprocated. Then reality slaps me upside my fool head and I remember that I'm not supposed to be thinking like that.
It's hard to remember sometimes. I'm also not telling our mutual friends that we're hanging out. I'm not trying to keep it from them, but it hasn't really come up. I also don't really want them to play a part in my friendship with the Marine. Last time that happened everything fell apart at the seams. So I'm not planning on saying anything unless they ask me about it. That's not bad, right?
Well, I'm going to bed. Have to get my beauty sleep so I don't look like a hot mess tomorrow.
Ta, loves!
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