The Backlash from Criticizing Feminism — Seeing RED 

Hey Guys! I wanted to share this from beautybeyondbones about the backlash of a post she made where she had offered a bit of a critique on feminism. I felt her words to be incredibly impactful. And as a woman who isn’t part of this third wave feminism movement, it opens you up to a lot criticism, particularly from other women.

 

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*sigh* This post is going to be difficult to write.

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The saying goes, never judge a person until you walk a mile in their shoes…or something like that.

And I’ve learned over the years that as much as I hate those cliched little nuggets, they actually hold a lot of truth. Stand the test of time.

I’ve been wanting to respond to my recent post on Feminism for a while now. It garnered quite the diverse feedback. And I appreciate that so much. One of the cool things about an online community like this is that people bring with them all their experiences and perspectives. We all are on different journeys, and I sincerely enjoy learning and listening to every person.

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After that last post, there were numerous reflections that took offense at my statements about motherhood:

The very essence of being female is the ability to bear children…

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The Crapsack World — Tropes Thursday

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Bring on the existential dread for this one.

What I’ve read about the crapsack world is that you can only really see how bad it is when taking an outside perspective instead of being directly immersed and in the moment.

And I’ve felt that way all week.

I took a step back and allowed for some introspection, and we truly live in a crapsack world.

On a Macro level, we’re totally outraged about corrupt politicians until one of the Kardashians shows her twat and then everybody forgets. We don’t care about people dying overseas from warfare and starvation. We don’t care about females in the third world, who have real and actual problems arising out of true sexism including being denied education, forced marriage, FGM,… but we are worried about a man having his legs slightly open on the subway so as to not crush his testicles. There are more negative things publicized than positive things because positive things don’t sell. Drug companies would rather treat a disease than cure it, because profit. People being executed for believing differently than someone else.

And I could go on with all the fucked up, large scale things in this world.

But we know they exist.

On a micro level, I’m probably going to be stuck working with a bunch of bitches at a job I moderately like making just enough money to get by for the rest of my life.

And that thought is bleak…

But people are still try to be positive through all this crap. Without a little bit of positivity, we wouldn’t know how shitty everything is. It would just be. Without evil, there wouldn’t be any good. Without dark, no light.

It’s all about perception.

So, through all this, I will try to be positive. Because at the end of the day, that’s all I have to keep this truly cliche soul crushing negativity from overwhelming me.

It’s difficult, though, when those positive things are fleeting. You have to appreciate them for what they are when they happen, but when it changes, move on and try to find that happy thing again.

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The Fact I’m Standing at the Fax Machine Offends People

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**Sigh**

It’s been a long week.

It’s only Wednesday.

I’m over this work drama thing.

I got told today, by one of my coworkers, that the two other problematic coworkers were tracking my comings and goings.

I can’t make this shit up.

Evidently they are trying to catch me going over my breaks.

See… we work in a little bento box of offices separate from the rest of our division because that how the space issues work out.

I have lots of things I have to do, like mailing stuff, filling orders, getting supplies and educational materials, talking to other folks about work related things, going pee (I drink a lot of coffee and water), and other things requiring me to walk out the door to our little bento box,  least of all taking my two daily allotted breaks — these two problematic coworkers think I’m “taking too many breaks” or “getting up too much.”

Every time I walk to the fax machine, one of the problematic coworkers slams her door when she sees me there. She’s actually papered up her door so her person is not visible from the fax machine.

Again, I can’t make this shit up.

In addition, they are tracking my workload to make sure I’m doing my job. Which our system doesn’t work that way and they are full of shit as the day is long. But evidently the newer problematic coworker “figured it out.”

Dude… I just sit in my office and do my job. And I fucking do my job well. I keep my door closed. I’m polite to everyone. At our last staff meeting, one of them brought up how “you don’t do that many cases” and “I found this case that you did this wrong on.”

Okay. Bring it to my attention and I will fix it. Instead she sent it to my other other coworker who sent it to me and said fix it.

And I fixed it.

I am the first one to admit I fucked up and offer to fix it — in my mind, it makes sense. If I didn’t fuck up, then I didn’t fuck up and I won’t take responsibility for it. I catch everyone else’s fuck ups all the time and instead of calling them out at a staff meeting, If it’s not something easily overlooked or will take me longer to fix it than telling the person — I will email the person and CC my supervisor. Not call someone out on a supposed mistake that happened a month ago that you cannot produce documentation I made said mistake. And if you had, I would have probably said “Shit. I’m sorry. Let me fix that. Email me the details.”

I don’t need this shit.

How about, instead of keeping track of what I’m doing, do your own job.

And it’s not just me, either.

The coworker who filled me in on this fuckshit cunthattery is being “tracked” too. She had to take a personal call related to a custody hearing for her son — serious business — and had to step outside. One of the problematic coworkers said, “I thought you just took your break and you’re taking another one.”

This is so fucking stupid.

And maybe a little racist — their part, not mine. I don’t care what color you are. Shitty person = shitty person.

And what makes it even more laughable and fucking stupid is that both are very outspokenly religious, and ya’ll know how I feel about that. 

I’ve been treated the worst in my life by people who are extremely outspokenly religious.

I can’t today.

Also hormones because my body hates me.

I know this sounds weird — but my theory behind it all is that because we all are female and work in the same office space and use the same bathrooms all our cycles have synced up and all this fuckshit cunthattery happens when everyone is on their period and the ability to handle work stress with poise and rationality has gone down the drain.

I hate working with other women.

Sorry.

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The Catch-Me-Up Calamity

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Playing catch-me-up after being laid up with a migraine yesterday.

S.O. has me addicted to playing Oblivion. There are two good things that have come of that.

  1. I’ve stopped chewing my nails because I have something to do with my hands.
  2. Speaking of oral fixations, not stuffing my face out of boredom.

Now, I’m back at work playing catch me up from missing yesterday — and my list is huge.

Also, I just found out that the position I was talking about in The Employment Grievance is going to open back up — heard down the grape vine dude put in his two weeks yesterday. Hopefully with a new supervisor, I’ll have better luck attaining said position.

Keep your fingers and toes crossed!

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The Keto Diaries — First Scale Victory

I talk a lot about going keto and completely overhauling the way I live and eat.

But I dont get into the “why” of it.

Guys, my ass is fat.

And not just a vanity kind of fat, but detrimental to my health fat.

Two years ago, I went to the eye doctor to get some new spectacles. And this wasn’t my first rodeo. But he kept shining the light in my eyes far longer than I’m used to and finally I asked what’s wrong.

“Do you get migraines?”

“Sensitive to light?”

Yes and yes.

“Your optical nerve is swollen.”

Idiopathic Intercranial Hypertension.

Essentially my fatness was putting pressure on my spine, pushing cerebral spinal fluid in my brain and increasing pressure.

I’d done the standard western diet of whole grains, low fat, veggies and fruits. Plenty of exercise.

Nada.

Around the same time I got diagnosed with Hashimoto’s hypothyroidism.

Which is why I couldn’t lose weight.

Fast forward a year and a half after medical management of my bum thyroid — my levels are perfect and this is when I decided to start keto.

Seven weeks later I’m down 18 lbs and this is the first time in five years the scale said I was under 250.

So much happiness.

Now I’m going to go eat a pound of bacon 🙂

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The Employment Grievance

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Well, it’s Friday… and ya’ll get two in one day. Mostly because I’m bored and also I just need to write a bit to get out of this weird headspace.

So, back in April of last year, the data analyst position opened up within my unit. When I had originally applied and interviewed for a job with this unit, I interviewed for the data analyst position and lost out by one point to the person who had recently vacated the position. But, they liked me so much that they offered me this job, which is $5 less an hour, but at that point I just needed a job.

So, when the previous data analyst left, I immediately put in my application. And because of the agency I worked for and changes in HR and management, they were holding off on the hiring process.

Understandable.

So, finally it came time to interview. It was between myself and one other candidate. The day of the interview, my boss (who isn’t here anymore) emailed me to cancel interview.

Ok.

Evidently the other candidate got a different job.

And then magically the degree qualifications changed and I was “no longer qualified”.

And it’s not like this is high level data analysis with actual data collection, linear regression, crosstabs, and chi square tests — this is MS Excel and making graphs.

But my background in higher level criminological data analysis was not good enough.

In addition to my background in graphic design, writing, journalism, editing, legal stuff, data analysis, health care, call center, marketing, and vendor experience… willingness to learn new things, embrace changes, and stick-to-it-ness is  just not good enough.

What utter bullshit.

I was beyond livid.

Was I too ambitious? Did I reach too high?

It became obvious, that even though my work was impeccable and I was a fast learner and already doing half of the data analyst job anyways because the position was vacant for the last five months and there was still shit needing to be done, I was not qualified anymore.

More likely, I wasn’t wanted. And I would have rather been told that than this passive aggressive pussyfooting.

Also, because I’d have a lawsuit or a good HR complaint.

And I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with. As I’ve said many times, I’m very INTP, kind of awkward and very logic based.

Folks in the workplace evidently don’t like that.

So, this other dude was hired.

And he keeps fucking up; it makes me both simultaneously chuckle and say “I told you so” and want to pull my hair out because I have to fix his shit.

I’ve been applying to other positions — and what seriously bothers me about the job market is that they ask for an obscene amount of experience and a degree, employers only want to pay $20k-ish per year.

Are people not trained how to do jobs anymore?

And for higher level jobs, they already want you to have experience in a thing that only takes a day or two to learn (purchasing systems, payroll systems, travel systems).

But because you have all these excellent qualifications, but don’t know this one thing that takes a day to learn, you don’t get the job.

Well…

Im’ma start my own place of employment… with blackjack… and hookers.

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The Friday Flashback — Hey! Homeless Adventure!

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Facebook casually reminded me that this week started my homeless adventure back in 2012!

Yay!

I will admit, even though this was the hardest time in my life, I learned so much about myself, what I’m willing to go through and accept as well as showed me how people really are.

And in a complete opposite direction, something beautiful.

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My beautiful patio garden at my old apartment last year. Sadly, the only things that lived through the summer were my aloe and my tulips are sprouting after I thought they had died.

I still haven’t figured out the herb garden thing. I have some basil growing because I love flat leaf basil…

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The Keto Diaries — Cheese stuffed EVERYTHING with Bacon on Top

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Well hello, fine people!

Going to pause Tropes Thursday because I just haven’t had any inspiration and feeling a little on the crappy side — mostly allergies.

I did get my new night guard from the special TMJ dentist and I actually prefer the night guard to my own teeth.

Weird, huh?

I wore it all last night after getting home from work, while playing Oblivion. According to S.O. I MUST play Oblivion before Skyrim. Even though it was made in 2006, it is still absolutely friggin gorgeous.

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Four hours of xboxing later, and I love my new mouth guard.

So, still kind of plateaued with my keto journey — I’m blaming PMS this week. Fun times.

But I have a new favorite, easy thing that I love.

Deconstructed burgers.

I usually buy ground turkey, but I splurged on beef. What I did, was I cooked up some bacon — because bacon is amazing. Then I made my burgers, with egg and pork rinds to hold it together. Stuffed a cube of cheese in there; I used Vermont cheddar. And then I cooked those suckers in the bacon fat.

Decadently artery clogging, right!

But, very keto friendly — and if you follow keto right, not so much with the artery clogging.

I fried an egg and threw it on top.

Ate on a bed of kale with some tomato slices.

Like 5 net carbs — mostly because tomato and kale. But you gotta have fiber! Because pooping is awesome!

I might throw on some sauteed mushrooms next time.

I’ve been doing a lot of medical research on the keto lifestyle and how your body processes glucose versus ketones. Did you know that a keto diet is recommended for people who have epilepsy because ketones are better fuel source for the brain?

Awesome right!

Also, and this is mostly anecdotal (I asked on reddit), but keto really helps people with their emotional and mental wellbeing. Lots of people who are on SSRI’s and other antipsychotics show improvement on this diet. I’m really digging it because in spite of my SSRI making my sex drive like -13, I can feel it picking back up.

Yay!

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The Confused Girl — Why Do People Feel the Need to Talk on the Phone All the Time

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We live in a time of connectedness that has never been experienced by any other time in the history of humanity. We can connect with people continents away, in different time zones… hell… not even on our planet (ISS). It is a privilege to be able to harness the power of technology and communicate with people as we do now… to communicate by voice, photograph, or video across vast distances.

But… I’m an introvert.

I already have to talk on the phone all day for work.

On my off times, I don’t feel the need to be in constant communication with people. Sometimes, I’m secretly glad when my phone runs out of air time and I’m without a phone for four or five days until I’m able to refill service. Sometimes, I don’t check my mail for weeks at a time. Same with email.

I don’t even have my voicemail set up.

I like communicating through text though. S.O. and I communicate more through text than talk when we’re not together.

So this begs the question… why do people need to talk on the phone all the time?

Hear me out — one of my coworkers is literally either on the phone for work or talking to someone on her cell phone all the time. From the time she comes in, to the time she’s leaving.

Aren’t you going to run out of things to talk about?

I know I will.

I had a roommate in undergrad, when I was living in the dorms, that from the second she got in from classes she was on the phone to the minute she went to sleep.

Literal phone conversation between me and S.O.:

Me: How was your day?

Him: It sucked. I was in court all day.

Me: Ugh. That sucks.

Him: How was your day?

Me: I talked on the phone all day.

Him: Okay.

I mean, we share funny shit on FB and have long talks when we’re together. But I just can’t stand talking on the phone to people. We text a good bit. I mean, I’d rather talk in text because I can think about what I’m going to say before I say it.

Maybe it’s a me thing.

I mean, at that rate aren’t you going to get brain cancer or something from your cell phone?

Yeah… probably a me thing.

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The New Dermatologist

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I went to see my new dermatologist yesterday.

And it was just about as awkward as going to the gyno. Seriously.

I still had to strip down while he checked every inch of my skin for cancer and weirdness while a bored nurse/PA/MA… whatever she was… looked on.

But, I’m comforted in knowing my dermatologist believes all of my horrible skin issues are genetic and in spite of said horrible genetic skin issues, I have an A+ skin care regiment.

Sweet.

But, he was adamant — you will be red, and you will be moley forever. Because genetics.

Also, no scary moles!

I was concerned about that because I was a child of the 80’s and I was sunburnt a lot as a kid. When I was diagnosed with rosacea at 17, I just avoided the sun altogether.

Probably why I’m Vitamin D deficient.

He gave me a huge block of information and instructions for scary moles — it’s not that they’re weird looking, but how fast they change. If they start changing like crazy over the course of a month, it’s probably el cancer.

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I will admit, all the Dr. Pimple Popper (aka Dr. Sandra Lee) videos on youtube left much to be expected from my visit. But, she’s just awesome.

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The Rape Culture Fallout

Okay, guys. Since this post discusses sex and rape, I’m going to put a warning on it. 

Happy Monday Everybody — now for a super heavy topic to start your week off right! (Sarcasm implied)

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Saturday night. S.O.’s in town. I’ve had three vodka dirty martinis and I’m feeling pretty damn good. Because I take an SSRI, my sex drive is usually -13 at any given time. But I’m feeling frisky.

And some back story about S.O. — he works for the criminal section of the legal system. He sees some pretty gnarly shit on a regular basis and he’s had to deal with a lot of date rape cases because said court he works for is in a college town that has a problem with date rape.

Long story, S.O. was super hesitant to have sex with me while drunk because of all the date rape cases he’s had to deal with.

And, in the state I was in, yes, I was drunk. But, I was fully consenting. I wanted to make love to the man I’ve been dating for the last almost seven years.

I won, by the way…

But it made me seriously question and contemplate rape culture.

Now, this isn’t saying if a random girl is smashed drunk and wanting to have sex with a dude, the dude should acquiesce. No. Just no. Bad juju. She’s drunk. Like a lot. Don’t do it. Personal experience — and no, I didn’t want it, but yes, I was smashed drunk.

But the fear of a buzzed drunk long time companion wanting to get it on and the man fearing that he’d go to prison.

Logic, please?

Now, this is not a post condoning rape. Not at all. Having been sexually assaulted twice in my life — both as an adult and as a child — any unwanted sexual contact is NOT OKAY at all and if you are on the receiving end of any unwanted sexual contact you need to tell the other party it is NOT OKAY and if they don’t stop you need to report them. PERIOD.

But, the question that popped in my head — are men afraid to talk to women for fear of being accused of rape or sexual harassment?

Because the idea of rape culture has been so pervasive to the point of it becoming almost an outright witch hunt, is it making men hesitant to pursue an actual relationship with females?

Flash back about 15 years:

I was about 15ish and my next door neighbor was my best friend. She was the same age I was and she had this thing for my older brother. One night she was babysitting one of our other neighbors kids and invited my brother over. Heavy petting ensued. Now, she wanted to have sex. He didn’t. She got pissed and reported him to the police saying he molested her (can’t say rape, because sexual intercourse did not happen), and next thing you know, my brother’s on the sex offender list for child molestation. Essentially, he was told that she’d get up on the stand and cry a little and the jury would believe her and he’d get about 10 years. He plead out and got three.

And now he hates women and doesn’t trust them.

Go figure.

Something else that bothers me about rape culture is I’ve noticed that some females are using the word rape to refer to ANY unwanted contact from males. Or just using the word “rape” capriciously.  For instance, in the video below, the woman accusing this man of sexual harassment for saying “hello”.

That is not sexual harassment.

That right there, trivializes the struggles of people who have actually been sexually assaulted and sexually harassed.

In the same vein, you can’t say “I was ass-raped at work” if you had a hard day… unless you were actually ass-raped at work. Then you need to report it to the police.

I want to hear your opinions and experiences, on both the male and female sides.

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The Friday Flashback — The Picture of Brooke and Pawpaw

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It looks like March, in my life time, has been pretty random.

Facebook likes to gut punch me with pictures of my cousin Brooke. This was a photo set I’d framed. My Pawpaw and Brooke passed in the same year and that’s the only picture of them I could find together. Also, the other picture of her is probably one of my favorite pictures that I have.

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Brooke’s passing made me do a great deal of introspection in regards to suicide, mental illness, and physical illness. I’ve spoken about her several times in the past. Her passing had such a huge impact on my life.

In addition, evidently I love posting pictures of Harley. Here’s a gem from 2013.

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This year marks 10 years this beautiful cat has been in my life.

Also, there’s a post on there from like 9 years ago where I talk about wanting a trunk monkey. No reason why.

Happy St. Paddy’s!

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**This is kind of a thing I wanted to start, because now that I’ve been on FB for 10 years, it’s starting to regurgitate up some old memories — some good, and some bad. And I really wouldn’t mind writing about them.

The Affably Evil Villain — Tropes Thursday

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So, I’m rewatching Farscape for the millionth time (this time with commentaries) and I have to say one of my favorite villains in Sci Fi history is Scorpius. He fits the trope perfectly — he is very much affably evil. Yes, he put a neural clone of himself in John’s head to get wormhole tech and has pretty much been torturing him and chasing him around for a few years… but, appearances and actions aside, he’s a pretty nice dude. His underlings seem to like him and remain pretty loyal. He rewards them well.

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He also fits into the Magnificent Bastard trope because he is charismatic, he’s got a goal, he’s brilliant, devious and all around a smooth operator.

There’s one scene in the episode where Rigel and D’Argo meet with Scorpius and Braca at this 50’s style alien diner and this bad guy knocks the waitress into Scorpius. And he very politely rights her and gets back to business.

And at the end of it all, he is the lesser evil. His master plan was to acquire a weapon, made from wormholes, to end the evil empire. In his head, his ends justified the ways.

Kind of the same with Lord Voldemort — he is charismatic enough to acquire followers willing to do his bidding. Earlier in his life it was through his charm, and some intimidation, and later in life, it’s mostly intimidation. But, Ralph Fiennes did definitely add some extra umpf, especially as far as this trope goes, to make him seem more affably evil — like his awkward hug with Draco near the end of Deathly Hallows.

I recently watched Luke Cage and there are some awesome villains who embody this trope such as Cottonmouth, played wonderfully by Mahershala Ali.

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Some of my other favorites include Jubal Early from Firefly, Magneto (I love me some Fassbender), Robot Devil from Futurama, all the ones in Buffy, Bill from Kill Bill… and speaking of Tarantino, I love the the hitmen in Pulp Fiction and the brothers in From Dusk til Dawn.

The reason this trope plays so true in my life is most of my “villains” have been affably evil. Especially The Psychological Abuser. You get sucked in and you don’t realized you’re being used or abused. This person was so kind, so well spoken, charismatic — but manipulative and deceptive. For instance, one of the things I did for him — which I didn’t know the full story at the time — was “internet stalk” his ex-wife and get her contact information for him. He told me it was an old friend he want to reconnect with or something — it was all bullshit. It was years later that I found out it was his ex.

And that’s just a cherry on the cake.

So, in sum — I like my villains two dimensional in real life so I know what they are. But in film, books, and television, I like them with much more depth.

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** Tropes play a large part in life; Merriam Webster defines it as something common place or cliche — but life is cliches. This is a series I am starting as a writing exercise to work on my analytical skills and write for fun. It is meant to be comical and informative. Feedback is always welcome!

The Crazy Cat Lady Business Idea Mental Exercise Thingy…

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I’ve been wanting to start my own business and be my own boss for a while now. Partially, because I don’t feel like employers see my potential and the idea of a future in office cublivion makes me die inside.

But, I’ve had to do some serious introspection on what I’d be good at. I was thinking about starting my own research consulting business. I’m a research nerd and I love data. Studying statistics and research methodology has been such an eye opener. I now question every data source I see and unless there is peer-reviewed research to back up something, I know to be leery of it. And I like doing that sort of stuff. But with research consulting, I always feel like there is someone better than I am out there. Not that I need to be the best at something, but I worry that I might flake.

However, business models are something I find super interesting — when I worked for construction contractor I learned a lot about business and how to price jobs to ensure everyone gets paid, materials are covered, schedules are accounted for, and the business makes a profit.

I thought it was the coolest thing ever.

So, over the last two days (kind of inspired by The Cat Named Sage), I’ve been researching cat cafes.

The first one in Florida is supposed to open up soon in Orlando.

Why not here?

There’s a sizable population from state workers and college students at FSU. We have a decent population from two medical facilities and we are right off the interstate. I mean, in a smaller town, I don’t think it will work. A lot of the people here rent, especially students… or they live in the dorms. This would be a good place for them to come and get their feline fix and do some studying.

Then it’s location — what are the needs. The location has to fit the needs. Will the land lord allow animals? Then there is permitting and fees. Obviously there are going to be some construction costs — but, I can always ask my dad who is a whiz at that sort of thing; the food prep area MUST be separate from the cat area. There needs to be a cat “back room” where their litter boxes are and kennels.

Hours need to be set — some places do food all day, but only allow certain number of people into the cat area by appointment or during certain times of the day. Then adoptions happen after hours because they can be stressful on the cats.

What kinds of foods are going to be served — just coffee or bakery items? A lot of those things can be made at home and brought. Maybe fruit? Other beverages?

Staffing?

Then it comes to making partnerships with local animal shelters. The success of the cat cafe is not only measured in how well your business is doing financially, but how many cats are being adopted. Crumbs & Whiskers have successfully helped over 250 cats get adopted. 

I like these kinds of thought exercises… because it all seems like an awesome idea, but there is the elephant in the room —  money.

Some places I read about did crowd funding, but not very successfully and had to pull out of their personal savings.

How would the budget work?

There’s a lot that goes into starting a business. Right now it kind of seems like a pipe dream. But it’s a fun thought exercise.

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The Cat Named Sage

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So, here’s a picture of happy Harley Cat being all snuggly in my lap… because this post needs a picture of a happy cat.

Seriously.

This is kind of a downer post. Sorry. Also, the story is a bit graphic. Seriously guys, I teared up at work and had the urge to beat a stranger’s face in with a baseball bat. 

I’m not a violent person, I promise.

There is a $47k reward for information on a person who tortured this cat, Sage, who was able to make it home to his family before succumbing.

I made the mistake of reading this story first thing this morning when on /r/news.

So, yeah, don’t read this story. I won’t post a link.

But it got me thinking. What would I do if someone tortured/killed either Harley or Vesper?

Macabre topic, I know. But both of my cats being black (Harley mostly, but she’s a tortie) you hear stories about how superstitious folks torture black cats around Halloween or people do it for fun.

It’s sick. Disgusting.

And the truth is, I don’t know what I’d do.

Logic says, yeah, it’s a cat. It’s life isn’t worth the same as a person’s.

But it says a lot in the scheme of things, where people who never knew this animal, this cat named Sage, but would wish death on a fellow person for the cruelty they inflicted on this kind, domesticated animal.

Is a human’s life worth an animal’s life?

Every creature on this planet serves a purpose. And yes, humans as omnivores, eat meat. I’m not going to beat around the bush. Animals are killed so we can survive. And ethically, these animals should be given the best life possible before they are humanely killed and cleaned.

I remember mentioning this in a comment on another blogger’s page — my dad was a bow hunter. I’ve seen him kill, clean, and process an animal that fed our family for a month.

However, it is different for animals designated as our companions. One of my friends has a pet pig. He loves his little pig. We do eat pigs, but this pig is his companion. Not food. And if anyone killed and ate his pig without permission, he’d be on the warpath for his pig.

Death is different to people when they don’t know the thing or person that died — when it is so far removed from them.

But, because cats are companion animals and they bring fulfillment and joy to people’s lives, there is an emotive response — a human response — to this. In addition, they are considered “lesser”… not in that their life is worth less, but more akin to a child — kind of defenseless, in a way.

Also, there is a direct significant correlation between torturing animals and serial killers. The literature and research is all there.

So, having gone through that logical breakdown of what would happen… if someone did do something unspeakably horrible to my fur babies, or my children (if I had children), they’d better hope the cops find them first.

And that’s all I’m going to say…

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And to frame this sad post with something happy, here’s Vesper Cat also being a sweet and lovey lap cat.

 

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