The Go-To Chick Movies

Girliness ahead. Beware.

I read Regina’s post about chick flicks — and it made me contemplate my favorite “chick flicks”. For me, a chick flick is female centered and just kind of easy to watch. It doesn’t require a great amount of attention to detail and filmography. It’s got a good plot that isn’t insipid, isn’t flat stupid, not full of overused tropes, has the feels, and makes me have a good chuckle.

One of my all time favorite chick flick is Pride and Prejudice. It’s a movie I can curl up on the couch with a glass of wine and just wind down with:


Another of my favorite chick movies is Juno. It’s easy, has comedy, a not-stupid plot, and definitely gives me the feels:


My third favorite has to be Easy A — for a movie about high school, it is insanely clever, has some awesome laughs, and is just easy to chill out and watch:


Another very clever chick movie which gives me the feels is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It is a movie that makes me cry every time I watch it. I can’t explain it:


Mona Lisa Smile is another one that I can just curl up with and watch. It’s a well done period piece, with well written characters and a great plot.


This is a newer one, and don’t judge me, but I’m just in love with it. The live action Cinderella. I just adore it. Can’t explain why. May be Rob Stark and his cod piece. Again, don’t judge me.


And speaking of period pieces — I love me some Fassbender:


Last, but not least, I love Sex and the City. It’s clever, it gives me the feels, and as I get older, every time I rewatch the series, I come out with new understanding.


And there’s many more.

What I look for in a chick flick is that it’s smart and not just pandering. Oh there’s a female lead, but it’s just not pandering with a bunch of female oriented cliches and the plot isn’t overdone or trite.


The Sickly Girl

Still under the weather, guys.

I have some stupid sinus crud and I’m going to the doctor on Friday about it. Probably going to get some antibiotics, flonase, and told to huff on my albuterol inhaler more.

Mostly it’s these god-awful sinus headaches.

I left work on Monday and immediately when I got home, my head was pounding and I yakked up my coffee.

Yesterday, my head was pounding I couldn’t focus or like… type…. coherent words.

I left after being at work an hour.

My head is still pounding but no work = no money.

So I’m just going to be here and miserable. And make money.

So, going to the doctor on Friday.

Actually one of my hesitations on moving back to Valdosta is that a) I love my doctor and b) I love my health insurance.

The idea of having to reestablish my medical home and records transfers and dealing with new insurance makes me die a little inside.

Honestly, that is my singular hesitation on moving back. There is better medical care here. Better hospitals, better specialists, better primary doctors.

Also another funny. Because it cheers me up.


It makes me not feel like yakking up my coffee.



The “Butt” Feeling

Guys, I’ve been feeling pretty under the weather these past few days. Sinuses are acting up.

I came into work late yesterday, only to leave three hours later. As soon as I got home I yakked up my coffee.

Yay migraine/sinus headache.

Cramps — but not as bad as normal. Which makes me super happy. Usually it’s cramping every day, but so far it’s only been bad today — day 5.

But here’s a funny for you, since I feel like I’ve been neglecting you.



“The Day the Earth Stood Stupid”


Maybe this is an INTP thing, or a hormonal thing, or an actual thing. Overall, it just defies logic and rationality.

But I seriously feel like Fry in the Futurama episode “The Day the Earth Stood Stupid”

Wiki synopsis for those who haven’t seen the episode 100 times, like I have:

Leela is entering Nibbler in a pet show on Earth. After hearing that the top prize is $500 and a year’s supply of dog food, Bender and Zoidberg also enter. After a series of tests, the Hypnotoad wins by hypnotizing the judges. Nibbler is crowned the “dumbest pet in show” while Bender and Zoidberg the “whooping terrier” win second prize, much to Bender’s disappointment.

Later, the Planet Express staff discusses an ominous trail of destroyed planets leading toward Earth. Nibbler begins gibbering excitedly and runs away. Tracking Nibbler to an alley, Leela is attacked by giant floating brains. Leela is rescued by Nibbler, who has donned a uniform and is piloting a tiny flying saucer. Nibbler and Leela fly away from Earth.

The next day, brains start sending blue beams at buildings, and Fry discovers that all the citizens of New New York have been rendered stupid, except himself. Meanwhile, Nibbler explains to Leela telepathically that he is a Nibblonian ambassador sent to observe humans in secret. They travel to the planet Eternium, at the exact center of the universe. There, in the Hall of Forever, a Nibblonian council tells Leela of the threat of the Brainspawn, the giant brains that have invaded Earth and are attempting to wipe out all thought in the universe. While the Nibblonians have been fighting them since the beginning of the universe, they are powerless against the Brainspawns’ powers of stupidity. Fry is the only being in the universe immune to the Brainspawns’ mental attack, and is the only one capable of combating them and their leader. They explain to her that once she re-enters the Earth’s atmosphere, she will become too dumb to remember, so they write the information on a note and pin it to her clothing.

Leela arrives on Earth to tell Fry of his mission, but he takes the note, blows his nose on it, and throws it into a burning fireplace. Leela has retained just enough of her intelligence to remember the Nibblonians’ message. Fry seeks the leader of the brains at the New New York Public Library, reasoning that a leader of big brains would be a big nerd and would go to a library. Fry discovers that thinking hurts the brains, but the brain leader traps Fry and Leela in a mental realm based on Moby-Dick. Fry and Leela pursue the giant brain through The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and gain help from Captain Ahab, Queequeg, and Tom Sawyer, and into Pride and Prejudice. Fry breaks free of the illusion, and quickly writes a story in which he is crushed to death by a bookcase, one riddled with “plot holes and spelling errors”. In accordance with the story, the giant brain announces it is leaving Earth “for no raisin” (Fry’s misspelling of “reason”), and the people of Earth regain their intelligence. Other than the Nibblonians, Fry is the only other one to have any recollection of the event, and no one believes his story. Nibbler returns to his undercover position observing Earth as Leela’s adorable pet.

I mean, I’m obviously more intelligent than Fry, but I feel like too many people are showing their crazy/stupid and I’m beginning to wonder if it’s an epidemic or something.

Like everyone obsessing over Trump’s typo.

Typical disclaimer — didn’t vote for him.

It’s sad I have to do this in almost every one of my political posts.

I’ve made typos, you’ve made typos. We’ve all made typos. We’re not perfect. But this is getting really fucking old.






Guys… you’re bludgeoning the dead equine. One of my FB friends posted eight times about this. Literally eight different posts mocking the typo.

Do you not have anything better to do with your time. Seriously… in that time where you typed something out with your thumbs, drank your latte, took a selfie, and uploaded the post, you could have went and did something actually good for your community. Instead of bitching go serve in a soup kitchen, clean up your streets, tutor a student… something else instead of being mired in negative bullshit. Do something positive.

Then goddamn Kathy Griffin and her shenanigans.

What did she think was going to happen?

Then the gall to say she’s a victim of Trump’s bullying.


… too dumb to live. Seriously.


The Keto Diaries — Lah-Dee-Dah: Lavender Vanilla Whipped Mascarpone Cream — A Bee’s Life

Sometimes I want to feel like a fancy lady, living a fancy life with fancy accoutrements and a fancy penchant for using words like “accoutrements” and “penchant,” which I fancily pronounce “ah-coo-trrrrruh-mahhhh” and “pawwwn-shawwwn,” respectively. These are momentary lapses in an otherwise average daily life. But, when I get that itch, I scratch it. It […]

via Lah-Dee-Dah: Lavender Vanilla Whipped Mascarpone Cream — A Bee’s Life

This looks amazing and I wanted to share.

On my next grocery trip I’m going to pick up some Mascarpone and heavy cream and try this.

I’ve never actually really “eaten” lavender, but I love the way it smells and I’m sure it tastes fantastic.

Will keep ya’ll posted.


The Lovely Skin



It puts the lotion on the skin….


This post isn’t about Buffalo Bill’s journey to making a perfect skin skin suit!

It’s about taking care of your skin and my skin care routine/products.

I’ve made it no secret — I have crappy skin. Mostly attributed to the genetic lottery and the rest from sun damage. My mom and dad happily gifted me cystic acne, rosacea, moles, dilated pores, seborrheic keratosis, skin tags, and other weirdness.


Throw in sun damage because I didn’t wear sunblock as much as I should have.

So, in spite of my crappy skin, I still strive to take better care of it.

Always moisturize. I love basic Aveeno Daily Moisturizing Lotion.

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And sunblock — I like Neutrogena’s line of sun screen.

Seriously… you don’t want your neck to look like a vagina in your 50’s. Just do it.

Because I have rosacea, my dermatologist has me on this nasty sulfur medication that I rub on my bad spots, mostly on my chin. But I also mix it with a little bit of benzoyl peroxide. The cream by itself was “meh”, but when I added the benzoyl peroxide to my routine it cleared up exponentially faster.


Not my rosacea — but you get the idea. I’ve had a little flare up on my chin, similar to this. Which is why I haven’t taken a selfie in a few months lol.

I generally always wash with unscented Dove soap. But for the days where I’m especially stinky or have been really sweaty, I use Dial Gold. Pro tip — don’t use on lady bits because it will mess up your natural flora.

My dermatologist says it doesn’t matter what you wash your face with. Because of my rosacea, he suggested washing my face with dandruff shampoo — haven’t made THAT leap yet. But I use Neutrogena redness reducing face wash. I know it’s all hokum, but I like the way it smells and it completely doesn’t dry me out.

I do have combo skin — from about mid nose up is oily and mid nose down is dry. My rosacea kind of lingers on my chin and nose, so I always am extra careful about those areas. I take lots of care washing them because when your skin is inflamed and red, it’s almost like having an open wound and you can get an infection.

I’ve actually gotten staph on my rosacea.

Bad juju.

When it comes to exfoliating I have a couple of different scrubs I use, mostly all homemade.

One is equal parts sugar, coconut oil, and honey. The sugar gently exfoliates while the coconut oil moisturizes and the honey acts as a natural humectant. There’s another I use where I sub used coffee grounds for sugar.

Also I don’t own sugar right now. But the used coffee grounds also do an awesome job.

I want to pick up some activated charcoal and make a charcoal sugar scrub.

I also use coconut oil as a moisturizer in the winter or on tough spots. Because my moisturizer has dimethecone (skin protectant) in it, I will apply my moisturizer after coconut oil to seal in the moisture.

Healthy hair is a direct reflection of healthy skin.

For my hair, I swear by Shea Moisture products. They can be found at Walmart, Target, Ulta, etc…


This stuff is the bomb.

I only actually shampoo my hair maybe twice a week. Cowash or just rinse on the other days. However, if I’m really sweaty, I will wash my hair regardless.

I do color my hair, so around the times I color I always moisturize with extra leave in and even some coconut oil.

Once a month I will do a hair mask — two eggs, three table spoons of coconut oil and a table spoon of castor oil. I leave it on for an hour with my head plastic wrapped and a towel over. Your own natural body heat helps the mixture penetrate your hair and scalp. Also this is a good way to trigger hair growth if you are trying to grow your hair out.

Honestly, there are so many awesome skin and hair care things that can be made from your kitchen… it’s just amazing.

Although my skin obviously hates me, I still have to give it lots of love.


The Keto Diaries — Bathing Suit Shopping


I was going to combine this with my previous “The Keto Diaries” entry, but that one was about food and this one is about clothes.

In my mind it was apples and oranges.


Funnily enough, I don’t own any full length mirrors. I was at Besty and Motorhead’s getting ready, and I caught a glimpse of my full form in the mirror, in my bathing suit, and DAMN! I’ve lost some weight. I looked good.

So, this weekend I found out my bathing suit doesn’t fit when I got in the water.

I had mad saggy butt and had to keep… er… adjusting it… up top… And the water kept pulling it down because I didn’t have enough tension and stretchy factor to hold it up.

The idea of bathing suit shopping is daunting and anxiety inducing… mostly because of the price tag. Because I’m still plus sized, the costs of a decent plus sized bathing suit is twice to three times as high as for a normal person bathing suit.

Also, they are all butt ugly.

And just shopping for bathing suits is awkward in general because of the whole trying on thing,


On my FB Keto Support Group, one girl had posted a Transformation Tuesday picture and the after picture was a bathing suit selfie and her bathing suit was soooo adorable.

Where did she get it?


So, I went to peruse Amazon and HOLY CRAP!

I’m in heaven.

I’m always tetchy about ordering clothing items online, but the sellers have really awesome sizing charts.

And instead of being $50-$90, they are all under $30.


I’m probably not going to get all four. But I love them all.

I’ll probably get the two one pieces.

I don’t know if I’m daring enough for the two pieces, even though they are high waisted. Maybe the polka dot one because I like the retro look and it looks like it offers… support…

Also, I have a mad hankering for beach time.


The Keto Diaries — Back in the Swing of Things and Strawberry Cheese Cake Ice Cream


Well good morning fine folks!

Well, it’s day three of back on the wagon and the sugar cravings are torture.

I broke down last night and made some ice cream — but I ketofied it.

I partially stole it from THIS recipe.

Essentially, this is a fat bomb in ice cream form.

Hokay! This is what I had:

  • 16 oz cream cheese
  • 1 cup heavy cream
  • about cup of stevia (in whatever form you prefer; I use the Truvia Baking Blend. I know it has a minute amount of sugar in it to make it “bakeable”, but it’s the only one I’ve found that doesn’t taste like death and chemicals). Half of that will go to the strawberry mix and the other to the cream cheese mix.
  • Stick of butter
  • Vanilla extract or sugar free syrup
  • 1/2 cup Almond Milk
  • Bag of frozen strawberries — the amount varies depending on how much strawberry you want. One large strawberry is one net carb, so that’s something to take into consideration.

And this is what I did:

I put my 16oz of cream cheese in a large mixing bowl, added the heavy cream, and started to blend it together with my hand mixer. I softened the stick of butter in the nuker and mixed that in too. Half a cup of stevia. It started to get really thick, so I added the almond milk to thin it out to the right consistency. Also add your vanilla — enough so it “tastes right”.

Also in the nuker, I thawed out my strawberries and softened them up — roughly 4 minutes on high. I also put the other half cup of stevia in there to sweeten it up.

Then I mixed the two together and threw it into the freezer in a large plastic bowl.

I had more cream cheese mix than would fit in the bowl, so I made a smaller bowl of the ice cream, but instead of strawberries, I used natural peanut butter (not necessarily keto, but in moderation it’s good).

Also, since I’m in a sharing mood — bacon wrapped stuffed chicken thighs. I’m in love with the deboned/skinned chicken thighs because they roll up really nicely. So far I’ve stuffed spinach in there, mushrooms, muenster, and other savory stuff.

For lunch today, I stuffed tupperwear bowl full of spinach, green olives, half a roma tomato, some cracked pepper lunch meat, and two slices of pepper jack.

Also BPC… because that stuff is liquid golden loving energy energy.


The Defense of Ivanka Trump and her Champagne Popsicles


Evidently I have to put a disclaimer on this so the crazies don’t come out of the wood work and start calling me names and throwing vegetables at me, calling my employers trying to get me fired, coming to my house, stalking my cats, doxing… you know how crazies are. Evidently SJW’s love getting people fired, killing businesses, and ruining other folks’ lives because they can’t control their emotions over what they see on the internet.

One favorite tactic that SJWs use to quash all opposition is doxxing – they will publish the personal information (real name, job, phone number, address, and so forth) of anyone that they deem to have committed an act of thoughtcrime, then they will usually encourage people to commit acts of violence against that person in real life and will do their best to have that person fired from wherever they work at. One individual who has personally experienced a wave of harassment and doxxing from legions of feral SJWs is a popular right-wing Tumblr blogger who goes by the screen name of Communismkills. I spoke to Communismkills about her experiences with SJWs. This article should not be seen as an endorsement of anything that Communismkills says. Rather, it exists simply to provide an example of just how nasty, vile, and hateful the online “social justice” crusade truly is.

Sweetie, just click the X at the top right hand corner of the screen and be done with it.

But I digress — I could write a whole post about the odiousness of SJW culture and Orwellian Thought Crime.

No, I didn’t vote for Trump. And I didn’t vote for Clinton either. I support the man because he’s president, and I really don’t want to wish the man ill because that’s akin to shooting oneself in the foot.

But there seems to be this insane witch hunt out for Ivanka Trump.

Like taking an unpaid position within the White House. 

Or publishing a book and having automatic negative reviews. 

What she wears.

How she interacts with her children. 

I could go on. Seriously.

But goddamn champagne popsicles.

I spent Memorial Day hung over. Others spent it BBQ, drinking, beach, lake, swimming and other summer festivities.

And she’s getting criticized.

If it were a post on pinterest, it would be a new and exciting thing to try!

But Ivanka Trump posted a recipe for an alcoholic Popsicle and everyone loses their goddamned minds.















And the same people offering their $.02 on her post were probably doing this:







Or this:


I’m not going to pull a Chris Crocker “leave Brittany alone” thing… but Jesus — this is getting stupid.

This woman could find a cure for cancer and these “news” media outlets would twist it around and people would get outraged about it.

Some folks have wayyyyy too much time on their hands.


The Girl You Can’t Take Anywhere


And an awesome Tuesday to all you fine folks!

I had an eventful (read: drunken) weekend and thoroughly enjoyed (read: embarrassed) myself.

I didn’t post yesterday because I was remembering our fallen soldiers (read: hungover).

S.O., Besty, Motorhead and about 10 other folks decided to go tubing.

For those of you who don’t know what it is — you get an tube for you, your buddies, and your cooler, and just float down a river.


Note: your cooler also floats and isn’t considered float worthy unless packed with a minimum of 12 beers and snacks including beef jerky, ho-hos, little debbies, and other goodies.


I ketofied mine with olives, lunch meat, and sliced cheese. But it didn’t matter because I drank my weight in delicious, yummy, YeungLing beer (read: carbs).

Honestly, one of the most redneck things anyone can engage in.

And it was amazing.

My bathing suit wasn’t fitting right because I’m a whole 35 lbs lighter than when I last wore it. Saggy butt big time.

My friend made a comment that Bitch Tits Bob took my 35 lbs I lost.

Because I was drunk and an idiot, I took it too far and now I feel like an awful human being.

I apologized to the point where my apology didn’t mean a damn thing.

Hey, at least Bob still has his testicles!

But yeah, I was bad. But I don’t get that bad often. Last time was Halloween in 2014.

I couldn’t walk when we got out of our tubes.

Then Besty and Motorhead got into their spat. Essentially Besty got stuck helping folks over a log, and had a hard time catching back up and Motorhead din’t try to help or even wait. S.O. also helped the group and I waited up for him. Besty made snide and passive aggressive and aggressive aggressive comments the rest of the float down and the 50 mile drive back, and stopping in Waffle House because the guys thought we needed food. And on the way back to their house.


So, essentially I consider them both in the wrong. Motorhead should have helped Besty or waited on her. I don’t think it was intentional; I just think he wasn’t paying attention. We were in a large group. And Besty for rubbing his nose in it for over four hours… that I know of.

So, yeah. I spent yesterday hung over.

I did read the entirety of “The Hot Zone” by Richard Preston.


Hey, Ebola — like #2 on the list of ways I don’t want to die.

Also, I napped twice.

And played Tomb Raider.

Edit: Also sunburn, after three applications of SPF 70.


The Battle Against Hate Speech and The Right to be an Asshole


An associate professor at Georgetown University recently penned a column in the Washington Post describing her confrontation with alt-right neo-Nazi yambag Richard Spencer. Christine Fair proudly admits to have accosted Spencer while he was working out at a local gym, causing him to lose his gym membership. “Are you Richard Spencer?” she asked him, describing […]

via The Right to be an Asshole — The Liberty Zone

I read this post and it got me on a weird tangent, mostly because it’s Friday before a holiday weekend and I’m bored AF at work.

I started doing a little research and read an outstanding Newsweek article about college campuses and their war on free speech — originally intended as a way to eliminate hate speech, went from reasonable accommodation, to downright Orwellian.

I remember hearing about this rush to go out and purchase and read 1984 because of Trump becoming the POTUS and I thought it was a bit off. Trump was marketed as the “free speech” guy, whatever that means. If anything merited Orwell comparisons, it was the silencing of free speech on college campuses, and if you did speak freely you’d be castigated by the Thought Police. People are monitored through social media to see if they are adhering to all the PC bullshit, and not committing Thought Crime (supposed hate speech, microaggressions, racism, homophobia, etc….) And the specific Thought Crime may not even be real or actual hatefulness.


During his 18 years as president of Lebanon Valley College during the middle of the past century, Clyde Lynch led the tiny Pennsylvania liberal arts institution through the tribulations of the Great Depression and World War II, then raised $550,000 to build a new gymnasium before he died in 1950. In gratitude, college trustees named that new building after him.

Neither Lynch nor those trustees could have predicted there would come a day when students would demand that his name be stripped from the Lynch Memorial Hall because the word lynch has “racial overtones.” But that day did come.

When playwright Eve Ensler wrote The Vagina Monologues, which premiered in 1996 and has been performed thousands of times by actors, celebrities and college students, she probably did not foresee a day when a performance of her feminist agitprop would be canceled because it was offensive to “women without vaginas.” And yet that day did come—at Mount Holyoke, one of the nation’s premier women’s colleges.

Graduates of the Class of 2016 are leaving behind campuses that have become petri dishes of extreme political correctness and heading out into a world without trigger warnings, safe spaces and free speech zones, with no rules forbidding offensive verbal conduct or microaggressions, and where the names of cruel, rapacious capitalists are embossed in brass and granite on buildings across the land. Baby seals during the Canadian hunting season may have a better chance of survival.

Their degrees look the same as ever, but in recent years the programs of study behind them have been altered to reflect the new sensitivities. Books now come with trigger warnings—a concept that originated on the internet to warn people with post-traumatic stress disorder (veterans, child abuse survivors) of content that might “trigger” a past trauma. Columbia’s English majors were opting out of reading Ovid (trigger: sexual assault), and some of their counterparts at Rutgers declined an assignment to study Virginia Woolf (trigger: suicidal ideation). Political science graduates from Modesto Junior College might have shied away from touching a copy of the U.S. Constitution in public, since a security guard stopped one of them from handing it out because he was not inside a 25-square-foot piece of concrete 30 yards away from the nearest walkway designated as the “free speech zone”—a space that needed to be booked 30 days in advance. Graduates of California public universities found it hard to discuss affirmative action policies, as administrators recently added such talk to a list of “microaggressions”—subtle but offensive comments or actions directed at a minority or other nondominant group that unintentionally reinforce a stereotype.

More than half of America’s colleges and universities now have restrictive speech codes. And, according to a censorship watchdog group, 217 American colleges and universities—including some of the most prestigious—have speech codes that “unambiguously impinge upon free speech.”

Judges have interpreted the First Amendment broadly, giving Americans some of the most expansive rights of speech in the world. But over the past two decades, and especially the past few years, American college administrators and many students have sought to confine speech to special zones and agitated for restrictions on language in classrooms as well. To protect undergrads from the discomfort of having to hear disagreeable ideas and opinions, administrators and students—and the U.S. Department of Education—have been reframing speech as “verbal conduct” that potentially violates the civil rights of minorities and women

American college campuses are starting to resemble George Orwell’s Oceania with its Thought Police, or East Germany under the Stasi. College newspapers have been muzzled and trashed, and students are disciplined or suspended for “hate speech,” while exponentially more are being shamed and silenced on social media by their peers. Professors quake at the possibility of accidentally offending any student and are rethinking syllabi and restricting class discussions to only the most anodyne topics. A Brandeis professor endured a secret administrative investigation for racial harassment after using the word wetback in class while explaining its use as a pejorative.

As college campuses have become bastions of rigorously enforced political correctness, the limits on speech have come crashing down in the real world, with the presumptive Republican nominee for president dishing out macroaggressions on a daily basis. Donald Trump’s comments about the alleged criminality of Hispanics and Muslims, and about how fat or ugly his female enemies are, need no restating here, but many of his words would almost certainly be prohibited speech on most college campuses.

Business leaders, authors, politicians and even comedians are now routinely barred from American campuses. Springtime—the commencement-speech time of year—is now dubbed “disinvitation season.” Students and faculty debate the moral fitness of announced commencement speakers on social media and engage in bitter fights over whether even mildly controversial speakers deserve to be behind a podium. Some disinvite themselves. Christine LaGarde, the head of the International Monetary Fund and one of the most powerful women on the planet, canceled a speech at Smith, one of America’s pre-eminent women’s colleges, after a Facebook protest against her by some students and faculty for her connection to “global capitalists.” Those who turn up can find themselves facing a heckler’s veto, as mild-mannered University of California, Berkeley, Chancellor Robert Birgeneau discovered in 2014 when he had the temerity to show up at tiny Haverford College without first apologizing for how his campus cops had treated Occupy Wall Streeters.

As students are labeling more and more words as hate speech, demanding more trigger warnings and shouting down both commencement speakers and comedians, the censorship flashpoints can be sorted into three topics: sex, race and Donald Trump.

The people backing Trump’s run for the White House frequently gush that he “speaks for me” or “says what I can’t.” At a rally in April in Bethpage on New York’s Long Island, his supporters parked a giant mobile highway sign near the venue that advertised, in blinking lights, “Free speech zone,” and Trump has made supposedly unfettered speech a major part of his campaign’s shtick. “I wrote something today that I think is very, very salient, very important and probably not politically correct, but I don’t care,” he said at a rally in South Carolina after announcing he would temporarily ban Muslims from entering the U.S.

His opponents call such talk racist dog-whistling, and at most American campuses, racist speech of any kind is not just repugnant but forbidden. And sometimes even Trump is forbidden. At DePaul University in Chicago, Students for Trump snuck out to the student center around midnight on April 4 and chalked the sidewalk, scrawling their candidate’s name and phrases like “Blue lives matter” and “Don’t feel the Bern.” They then posted photos of their handiwork on Facebook. By morning light, other students had complained to the administration, and the university had dispatched custodians to wash away the offending chalk.

Nicole Been, a national political/recruitment director with Students for Trump at DePaul, says their slogans were selectively washed off; for example, janitors erased “Don’t” and left “feel the Bern.” After students began a social media campaign to file a hate crimes complaint against the Trump supporters, Been and other Students for Trump went to the administration, demanding their right to free speech. “We said we are sick of being called ‘racist’ and ‘bigot,’ and this is on you,” Been recalls. “And they said, ‘Well, [your slogans] can be triggering.’”

After ordering his janitors to hose away the pro-Trump chalkings, DePaul President Dennis Holtschneider sent an all-school email with an explanation: “The phrase ‘All Lives Matter,’ for example, sounds obvious, even banal. In fact, we are all aware it is frequently used to reject out-of-hand the core message of the ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement…. It’s simply insensitive to repeat something that we know in advance will bring pain and frustration to others. Our policies are not devised to prevent its use. Nor can we compel students to avoid its use. Can DePaul ask our students for kindness and sensitivity? Yes.”

Read the rest HERE.

I remember when I worked for my student paper, one student posted something on social media the higher ups didn’t like and expelled him. Watch dog free speech groups poured on campus and submitted full page ads advocating for free speech. The president of the university resigned over the controversy. 

That was 2008-2010.

Have things really changed in the last eight to ten years?


The Charcoal Pore Cleansing Mask Fiasco and The Search for Things to be Offended About

Young woman with face mask of therapeutic black mud


Times like these make me glad I’m out of college.

So, folks at this one university are upset over perceived “black face” due to some students taking pictures of themselves with the charcoal face mask on.


The mask itself is designed to clean pores through the use of activated charcoal:

Activated charcoal is not what’s used for grilling’though it is a medical grade version of what’s used in air filtration systems. Activated charcoal is administered in hospitals as emergency treatment for poisoning; as chemicals bind to it, it can help remove them from the body.  These days, people are using food grade activated charcoal internally to detox, in supplements and juices; it’s even being used to whiten teeth. What does this have to do with glowing skin and deep cleaned hair?

1. Make pores smaller and cleaner
Throughout the day, toxins from the world around us clog our pores. When your pores aren’t clear, neither is your complexion. Activated charcoal’when used in a face mask‘binds to and helps pull the dirt out of your pores, making them less visible (it’s the oil and dirt that makes them appear bigger). This leaves your face feeling fresh. (Use it with an exfoliating scrub to get the dead skin off and experience an even deeper clean.)

2. Take care of oily skin
Oily skin? Activated charcoal may be just the ingredient you need to balance things out. Used in a cleanser or mask, activated charcoal can pull the unwanted excess oils from your skin, leaving it smooth. You’ll want to do this sparingly’once or twice per week at the most’so that you don’t over-dry your skin. If you already have dry skin, best to steer clear of it for this use, as you don’t want to dry it out even more.

3. Treat acne
Depending on the specifics of your acne’how severe it is, what’s causing it and what else is going on’activated charcoal may be able to help. In soap form, it’s slightly gritty, which might provide just the gentle exfoliating you need. It will also absorb oils and toxins on and below the skin. You can use it as a spot treatment if you don’t want to use it on your whole face’just think of it as a mini mask for your blemish.

4. Deep clean your skin
Send your chemical-ridden deep-cleaners on a little vacation. You can find cleansers that contain activated charcoal in bars or bottles. It’s important that you don’t use these daily, as you don’t want to soak up the healthy oils and moisture your skin needs. Check out the other ingredients if you’re buying a liquid cleanser’some are designed to neutralize the acidity in your skin, others have deodorizing properties; some can even double as shaving cream. Buy the product that best suits your personal combination of needs and follow the directions on the bottle.

5. Soothe and heal bites, cuts and skin irritations
Whether you  were stung by a bee or had a cut from the kitchen that’s wound up infected, activated charcoal can help speed the healing and relieve the symptoms. For minor skin ailments’including insect bites, stings, cuts, scrapes and minor infections’activated charcoal can be applied topically. The activated charcoal, when applied as a paste, helps absorb venom and infection. It will also bring down swelling and lessen pain. To make the paste: slowly add water to a bit of activated charcoal powder and mix until it is a spreadable consistency.

6. Rid your hair of toxins
Activated charcoal, when used on your hair, can pull out oil, dirt and toxins’just like it does for your skin. You can find regular and dry shampoos that contain activated charcoal. If you have very light hair, you won’t want to use the dry shampoo, as it may stain. In any case, try a test patch before using it on all of your hair at once. If you want to try activated charcoal on your hair, but aren’t sure you want to buy a bottle of a pre-made product just yet, you can make your own as you go. Just empty a capsule’or add a teaspoon’of activated charcoal to your regular shampoo and use as you normally would. The only thing you may need to switch up would be adding an extra since to your routine to get the colour fully out. The advantage to buying activated charcoal in powder or tablets is that it’s multi-purpose.

7. Add volume to your hair

When your hair feels weighted down it’s usually not only a feeling. If you’re carrying around enough dirt, your hair will start to sag and regular shampooing may not be getting it all out. Regular shampoos remove surface dirt, but activated charcoal will pull out even more. The other difference, and this is big, is that activated charcoal isn’t going to leave the residue regular shampoos will, so your hair will feel lighter and have more volume.

8. Remedy scalp conditions
Dandruff, redness, oily and itchy scalps may be relieved with activated charcoal. You can use it as a scalp treatment before you shampoo or can be mixed in with your shampoo. The activated charcoal will work on your scalp the way it does on your skin and hair: pulling out toxins and purifying. It’s unclear how deep into the hair follicle is being cleaned, but the results should be noticeable.

There’s one I really love that I get at CVS with sugar in it that exfoliates.



But back to the point — are people just looking for reasons to be upset and outraged. These masks are flat awesome. And I’ve taken stupid pictures of myself wearing cleansing masks.

But to get your panties in a wad over someone wearing a charcoal cleansing mask being perceived as racist makes me thing the offended person has wayyyyyy too much time on their hands.

The University of Wisconsin-Whitewater has been enmeshed in controversy over the last few weeks in the wake of its chancellor mistaking a photo of two white students donning beauty facial masks as blackface and falsely accusingthe students of being “racist.”


The mistake prompted a nation’s scorn, but while the media’s eye has since moved on, tension remains high at the medium-sized public university in southeast Wisconsin, which enrolls roughly 12,000 students, about 80 percent of whom are white.

Since the incident – which one student activist labeled “Bloody Sunday” – the campus has hosted diversity forums at which students have accused the campus of being steeped in racism and suggested administrators are not doing enough about it.

One Black Student Union member even told peers she missed several days of school because she was too distraught by the blackface picture to attend class.

Some students voiced fury that their peers have taken to Yik Yak – an anonymous instant messaging app – to dismiss the entire affair as false outrage over fake racism.

A campus administrator even said recently that he wished universities had more power to clamp down on free speech.

“I am very disappointed that our current legal system prevents public colleges and universities from taking more direct action against individuals who use racist language and wish that wasn’t the case,” interim Dean of Students Terry Tumbarello recently told the Royal Purple campus newspaper, likely in reference to offensive Yik Yak posts.

Prior to the controversy, the school had largely remained unaffected by the protests seen nationwide in recent months by left-liberal student activists accusing their universities of systemic racism and oppression.

All that changed Feb. 18, after two students posted a photo wearing charcoal face masks to the campuswide Snapchat account. Some mistook the photo as blackface, and within hours the university’s chancellor, Beverley Kopper, emailed the campus community to denounce the post as “racist” before she thoroughly vetted the issue.

She subsequently back tracked and deleted her statement, but still used the incident as some sort of teachable moment to advance her “campus culture” agenda.

The following week, a special “action forum” was held to discuss the tension on campus in light of the misleading controversy, attracting more than 400 attendants. A student at the forum referred to the face mask “snap” as being Whitewater’s “Bloody Sunday,” according to the campus newspaper Royal Purple.

“Students shared stories of being called derogatory terms, being referred to as illegals by their peers and professors and being told their jobs at the PB Poorman Pride Center make them useless,” the paper reported. “Working Group member, junior Sam Azzaro, has seen a dismissal of ze’s wish to be referred to in gender-neutral pronouns. As an intern for the Pride Center, Azzaro been told their job doesn’t matter to anyone.”

ome students went on to complain over what they contend is a lack of action on the part of administrators to hold students accountable for offensive speech, according to observations from a College Fix reporter at the event.

Many Black Student Union members bemoaned the fact that some peers on Yik Yak and other online outlets have dismissed the blackface controversy as made up outrage. A member of the BSU told the action forum she missed several days of school because she was too distraught by the picture to attend class.

In addition to the “action forum,” the Black Student Union and dorm leaders have held meetings in recent weeks to discuss racial friction on campus.

As tensions remain high, leaders in the community have called on the campus to remember its duty to respect free speech.

Whitewater alumni and current speaker of the Wisconsin State Assembly Robin Vos, a Republican, told The College Fix he was disappointed Tumbarello expressed a desire to inhibit free speech.

“[U]niversities are supposed to be places where free speech and robust debate is welcomed, not chastised,” he said, adding “the strength of our nation is embracing free speech, not saying we wish it didn’t exist.”

And president of Whitewater’s student government, senior Allison Hetz, told The College Fix: “Personally I feel that the Constitution was written for a reason and that freedom of speech as well as every single right within the Constitution and Bill of Rights is valid and needs to be upheld. With that said, it’s equally important to remember that just because we can say something doesn’t always mean that we should.”

In an email to The College Fix, Tumbarello clarified his statement.

“The First Amendment is vital to our Democracy,” he said. “It is also a vital part of a robust learning environment for our students. I, along with UW-Whitewater, respect the First Amendment and am dedicated to providing an atmosphere where students, faculty and staff feel free to speak openly.”

“When I have been asked by various members of our UW-Whitewater community if any steps can be taken to address hurtful speech, I have been quick to educate students, faculty and staff on the protections provided by the First Amendment.”

I mean, it’s one thing if you are being overtly racist and including slurs and obscene gestures in the picture (because of stupid people this has happened)… but it’s just two girls cleaning out their pores and wanted to take a picture..

All in all, they are probably extremely embarrassed about the whole incident being blown out of proportion. They did try to remediate the situation by speaking with the school administrator who first cried “racism”, but the situation had snow balled out of control.

The whole thing just seems stupid and overblown.

People seem to look for things to be upset and offended over.

I’ve never been a fan of this snowflake/PC culture — I’m a person who uses logic and rationality when making decisions or observing every day things. I have the ability to control my emotions an not start frothing at the mouth whenever I see something meant to be offensive or simply innocent taken out of context.

But people get upset over the stupidest of things. Like my two stupid coworkers making a fuss I am wearing a knee length dress WITHOUT stockings — which is dress code. Or people worrying about how another person is wearing their hair, or doing their makeup. People need to worry more about what’s going on in their lives instead of policing other’s lives — especially if they are not hurting anyone physically or providing intentional emotional or mental distress.

We need to support each other and lift each other up, not nitpick or judge or get offended or respond with hatred. Because this negativity and nitpicking does nothing but bring more negativity.

It’s the old cliche of getting more flies with honey than with vinegar.


The Treatise on Naming Children


I’m going to keep this as anon as possible, but what folks are naming their kids these days is HIGHlarious.

I work with babies and I see TONS of baby names.

When I first started, I heard the urban legend of the baby named “Chlamydia”.

Yes it happened.

Erotica and Ariola are two of my other favorites.

The first bizarre name I came in contact with was “Sir’Majesty”.

I will never forget it.

I’ve seen my fair share of Emma, every variation of Kaiden, Aiden, and Jaden. Amyah, Anyah, Alyah, Alana, Arianna, Ariah, Aiyana, Alani, Amani…. Liam — so much Liam. And Nevaeh — no, you are not clever.

And what’s with all the apostrophes??? Ja’Mari, C’Ire, Ja’Ziah, Mi’Layah, Ke’Zara, Da’Kota, A’Myah, Za’Roya,  An’Tonio, Ra’Kai…

Or people naming their kids after objects or ideas — Journey, Vintage, Success, Scenic, Diamond, Pilot, Sincere, Treasure, Promise, Freedom, Peaches, Apple, Kale, Chevy, Bentley, Mercedes, True, Amazin, Colt, Remington, Ruger.

Dude just name your kid Stapler, Plunger, Bleach, Enema, or Coffee Cup and be done with it.

Also folks that give their kids “inspirational names”, that are a lot to live up to — King, Messiah, Prince, Queen, Princess, Diamond, Majesty, Legend, Caesar, Countess, Dutchess, Duke, Marquis.


Because I have a name which got made of soooo much in high school, I cannot give my children such a name. Nor do I want them to be another Brittany, Ashley, Justin, Cody… etc.

When I lived in the freshman dorm, there were 5-10 Brittany’s on my hall; we had to call them by their last name.

And I’ve gotten a lot of shit about my name — specifically people who I interact with on a daily basis who do not know how to spell or pronounce my name.

When I was in high school, “Roses” by Outkast came out:

First, my name isn’t “Caroline”.

There is no “I” in my first name.

But it didn’t stop folks in the hall — “CAROLIIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEEEEEE”

Or CURLanne — because I have very curly hair. Get it!?!??!


S.O. and I talked kids names. We have lots of good male family names — Henry, James, Brett, Thomas, Richard, Robert, etc…

Our female names, not so much — Tammy, Lynette, Ruth, Lynda, Rosalie, Carol, Deborah, etc…


So I wanted to go German if we have a girl/s — my family is very German. Those here who know my last name can vouch.

I love the name “Adelheid” (pronounced A-del-hide) and can be shortened to Heidi.

Also, I love the name “Astrid”.

We both have some Irish ancestry — I love the name “Saoirse” (pronounced Seer-Sha), or “Aoife” (pronounced Ee-Fa)

S.O. also has a lot of Italian on his mom’s side — Maybe “Gianna” or “Serafina”

But there will be no Emma, no Brittany, no Liam, no Jaden, no Isabella, no Edward…

No goddamn King’Legend’Amazin’Cullen’Raspberry’Chlorox



The War on “That”


When someone is critical of a post or ones work that is their opinion, but it can be a learning experience. A critique of your writing can make you better although it can sting at first. I am not the greatest blogger but I try to be open, friendly and informed as much as I […]

via Thanks For Paying Attention Anyway — The Tony Burgess Blog

This post was inspired by Tony’s post about critique, linked above. I’d commented about my experience with critique whilst studying English and Journalism:

Critique can be a hard thing.

When I was in undergrad, studying journalism at the time, I was doing an internship for the alumni magazine. Also, I was taking a grammar and editing course simultaneously, so proper punctuation and grammar was being branded into the inside of my skull. My internship “boss” handed me a stack of articles to go through and copy edit for punctuation, wording, etc.

I realized she didn’t know how to use a semi-colon. And she used it frequently. So, when I copy edited, I corrected every instance and on a bright green sticky note on the front of the stack, explained that she was using semi-colons wrong.

She wasn’t happy. And she personalized it. Deeply.

What’s funny is I mentioned the whole incident to the professor of my grammar and editing class, and evidently this whole misuse of semi-colons within the alumni mag was an ongoing joke within the English department

…. obviously had way too much time on their hands.

I had a hard time with critique, too. Now I’m at the point where, with work, I’m just like “show me what I did wrong and I’ll fix it.”

Gotta let it roll off your back.

Now I’m lost in nostalgia of my English major days.

I tend to write very concisely and very technical, and often write like I talk.

Whilst an English major, I’ve learned to hate the word “that”. We were encouraged remove it from our repertoire and focus on writing concisely and not as “wordy”. This helped a great deal with my work in criminology and technical writing.

Because 90% of the time, it’s used unnecessarily:

  • The test that she took was so difficult that she began to sweat.
  • The test she took was so difficult, she began to sweat.
  • The same girl that we saw on the bus.
  • The same girl we saw on the bus.
  • People say that they saw a ghost.
  • People say they saw a ghost.
  • He knew that they understood the rules.
  • He knew they understood the rules. 

I could do this all day.