Throughout the course of mankind women and girls have been subject to the pressure of social messages instructing and reinforcing them as to how to “do” their gender, and as to how to be real, or true women. These ideals are then repeated or reproduced through their enactments and learned by successive generations with slight modifications accommodating for changes in the times, or namely the economy and politics. Simply put—the ideals of true womanhood are formed, reinforced, and passed down through generations of women.
Society’s expectations of women in regard to feeding, infertility, childbearing, particularly as social attitudes and technologies have changed.
The creative act of listening to a talking frog
“You are going to TED, and you are going to do a fantastic job. …Because being creative is who you are. It’s the thing that keeps you going.”
open minded and integral approach? artist master piece or a better way to organize your cubical. Creative economy grows when we seek out the wisdom of others.
I’ve been hard at work publishing all of my sister Heather’s genealogy research that she’s been completing over the last several years, focused mainly on our Hilton lineage.
Meanwhile, the Baxley’s come from the Anglo-Saxon tribes that ruled over Britain, and are from Sussex and Buckingham where they’ve held a family seat from early times.
Then he told me that one of my relatives lived locally in San Diego, Superior Court Judge Robert Baxley, or “Bax” as friends called him (see bracelet on the cover of “The Lifeguards, A Reminiscence of West Coast Beaches in the 1950’s” by Robert C. Baxley). Yes, “called” as in past tense. I’m once again heart broken to learn I won’t meet another legendary human on this earth.
However, I hope his friends will help me out.
Who knew I was coming home? Continue reading
?”..The results showed that both the runners and bicyclists had 80% more anandamide in their blood after exercising, with the greatest increase among the runners. They also reported physical feelings similar to marijuana use, such as relaxation, regulated mood, and increased appetite. Plus, they found that tempo running produced the most anandamide of all exercise …” Continue reading
I’ve been in my mind for hours now… it’s magical how easy it is inside here in my mind alone. Words and thoughts flow together in a meaningful way, and writing eventually becomes the ultimate form of expression. I’ve been working on websites for my mentor and her husband—I’ve told you about Barbara. Barbara has been doing Airedale Rescue for more than 10 years, and I’ve been supporting her—WOW, I just did a WHOIS lookup…
2001-12-06—online since December 2001.
I used to own the domain: womenonthefly.net. Yes, used to. I’m so upset that in my breakup, my ex-boyfriend/server admin failed—honestly—to renew a few domains for me. Now I just manage www.donyager.com; that’s Barbara’s pro angler husband. Women on the Fly was Barbara’s flyfishing group, of which you might have considered me—gasp—a guppy.
I CRACK MYSELF UP I’M SO FUNNY!
Reversing his previous position that “pot is no big deal”.
Kennedy says, “I admit it—I was wrong to initially think that there was there were something harmless about medical marijuana because now what I’ve seen is that there is a commercial industry behind this “medical marijuana” soon to be moving down the track as it has in Washington, and Colorado, fully legalized…”
“My fight has been about mental health and treating addiction…”
He starts speaking to facts, and his facts are wrong.
But he did get the part about Washington and Pharma taking over. First they banned it. Now they control it. Pharma serves it.
“In 1936 the Federal Bureau of Narcotics (FBN) noticed an increase of reports of people smoking marijuana, which further increased in 1937. The Bureau drafted a legislative plan for Congress seeking a new law, and the head of the FBN, Harry J. Anslinger, ran a campaign against marijuana. Newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst‘s empire of newspapers used the “yellow journalism” pioneered by Hearst to demonize the cannabis plant and spread a public perception that there were connections between cannabis and violent crime.“
However, in 1949 the government was aware that marijuana was effective as medical treatment for epilepsy. The study was squelched.
“Boy they loves Hova.”
Illuminati, spirit-directed, or holy?
“Y’all religion causes division”
Who created religion?
“Only God could judge us.”
I’m ready to create—to use the tools we created, the platforms, the surfaces, the languages, the software, the servers, the networks,…
Remember when I was a wee one on the internet
Long before we’d ever met?
If you could see me now, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how sad I am.
That’s the problem I suppose, it’s all relative, and relatively speaking, at least I’m still alive.
Life is tough. Just when you think you managed to escape in the nick of time, you realize that you were running from your own shadow all along.
And the thing about shadows? They’re hard to shake, unless you wake to find yourself six feet under ground.
So, all-in-all, no complaints, but man, this world is not a nice place.
Yeah, sure, I’ve got stories to tell.
But first I want to tell you about not telling them.
You see, that was my badge of honor as a “woman in technology”.
Truth be told I never felt much like a woman in technology. I always felt more like a little girl hanging out with the guys than a woman in a man’s world.
I began to learn the jokes guys made in the bars were the same jokes the guys at work make. Guys are guys. You can take the guy out of the bar, but you can’t take the joke out of the guy.
Most of those jokes were about women or race—I thank God that in my life I have been mostly sheltered from gay-bashers.
I learned to laugh at the jokes that were funny, and how to laugh it off when they weren’t so funny.
My uniform became t-shirts, sweatshirts, and jeans.
I didn’t mean to, but I besides these boobs, and that butt I hear about back there, I was just one of the guys.
Then the day came my momma warned me about. That day when someone was going to ask you to do something that ‘bothers your conscience’…