Whipped.

As I'm perusing through Pinterest this very day, I came across an image of a very clever bathroom sign design. The design consisted of one toilet with the seat up and one with the seat down. Seat up had an M imposed on it and the seat down had a W appropriately for men and women. To me this made perfect sense and was ingenious, but what shocked me was what I found in the comments below the image.  Two women had commented suggesting that those signs wouldn't suit their homes because they make their husbands sit. Wait, what?

How the hell would one even go about forcing a man to sit on the can rather than stand to pee? Why would that even be big enough of an issue that he would have to be made to sit down? Does he have the aim of a four year old? Or is she just a controlling you know what? Aside from that, how would a wife/girlfriend/slave-driver even know for sure if he's sitting down? Does she watch him pee? Are there cameras installed in the toilet paper holder? Maybe she just took some liquid nails and glued the seat down. Either way, even I was offended by this idea. How demeaning is that in a relationship to control how a person urinates. She probably counts out how many squares of TP he can use, too.

Tell me what you think. Do you agree? Or do you see legitimate justification in this sort of thing?

Cabin Fever

I do not like the winter. It's possible that I used to when I was much younger, but now it only irritates me. I feel so closed in and cooped up. It's driving me absolutely mad!

That might be taking it a smidge to far. However, this winter does me feeling as though there's this need to get out, get up, and do something. So it only makes sense that there's loads of snow on the ground and the average temperature when I'm not working is near zero.

More often than not I embrace my introvert-ness, but this season its like a personal lock-up. I can't handle it anymore. I need to do something, go out, make some noise, paint the town red, or anything that will help to break this cabin fever that's been plaguing me.

Impatience = Antithesis of Virtue

As any true American I often find myself lacking patience. American's desire to have everything and anything they could possibly need/want in an instant has forever changed the world. Now, whether or not that change is for the better is not the direction in which I'm heading with this post.

In reflection of the last few days I've found myself wondering if growing irritated when a friend takes more than four minutes to make it out to my car is a good thing. (Yes, I'm so impatient that I watched how long it took.) I was in no rush. Does that make my irritability irrational? More than likely the answer to that question is yes. I really wish for my hair to be a great deal longer, and I know this will take time for my hair to grow. Does this matter to my lack of patience? Not a whole lot. In my mind it should be long and it should be long right now, dammit. This impatience generally results in a growing desire to cut my hair, which is exactly the opposite of what I'm trying to accomplish. 

We Americans have forgotten that the principles that apply to our greasy and fast burgers and fries do not apply to life. I don't see this being corrected any time soon on a societal level, so the best I can do is work on a more patient me.