Raisin Oatmeal Cookies

I was at home, and took out the cookies that I had purchased from the store.  I bit into them, knowing that they were Raisin Oatmeal, and bit into them.

I knew it was a dream.  I would never knowingly buy Raisin Oatmeal, and I always check.

I was curious to see if I could taste them.  Disgusting.  OK, they weren’t that bad.


“I Would Do Anything For Her” – The Girl

The Girl, because the girl is second class to the guy, expected to accept the afterthought as making her an equal.

The girl who is handed the world, and gets the privilege of the equality that the men are willing to allow.  Regardless of the new found privilege she is allotted, she is treated as though she is being handed whatever she wants without having to work for it.  As soon as she gets anything she is treated as though it was handed to her, and that she did not work for it.

And now there’s that guy.  That guy that romantically complains that he is not good enough for her regardless of what he does.  He’s a nice guy, a nice sweet guy.  And she’s supposed to like him because he likes her, as though she doesn’t have rights.  He doesn’t give her what she wants, what she needs.  He is allowed to skip past girls that he doesn’t like, but as soon as she does the same she is treated like a slut.  A girl who doesn’t know what is good for her.

She gets to choose from the guy who wants to buy her, rescue her instead of work with her, tell her everything she wants to know before walking out on her the instant he gets bored.  Expect her to trust him even though he knows the men of the world.

It’s her fault that he can’t make her happy even if he tried, as though his desire made her his slave.

How can she be expected to give herself away to someone on their whim.  Someone who she fully expects to toss her away once he becomes bored of her.

“I Would Do Anything For Her”

Take a look at Peeta from The Hunger Games.  Has he become the norm of what boys have to face nowadays?

Boys are taught to watch from afar, and have a rescue instinct that makes it so that they cannot make a move unless the girl needs help, needs to be rescued.  But they dote on a specific version of a girl – one who is a fighter, one who doesn’t want to be rescued.

Girls have been treated as second class citizens for hundreds, thousands, if not millions or billions of years.  But if they are not prepared for their new generation of freedom, they have the option to surrender to a man of their choice.  They can even become a “Sugar Baby,” and get paid “for their hotness.”

The problem is not the impossibility of going back to the older ways.  It is possible for a male to walk up to a female and ask her to give herself to him.  The confidence, the masculinity of it would make him attractive.

The issue is that the boy has a strong mother, one who feminizes her son.  She is the strong woman and demands that her son follow exactly what she says, and the father goes along because she is intimidating. The son sees a strong woman who takes charge, and pushes the boys in line.

So the boy cannot take demand masculinity due to his inability to ensue insubordination, but he can only find desire for a girl who is powerful, in charge, and above him.  She would not be his equal, she would own him.

There are girls who are willing to be the girl for this guy, but not the girl that he dotes on.

Why I Take “Free Food” As An Insult

I was at the dinner table with my family.  The dishes kept coming out to the table, and I held back on the amount that I ate because I did not want to eat it all.  That’d be considered rude, and make it so that there was not enough food for anyone else.

After the last dish was finished, everyone got up from the table and it was claimed, by no one in particular, that the perfect amount of food had been made.  I didn’t particularly care, but as you could read by how this story is going that I was still hungry.  I didn’t care because I have little patience for not being served enough food, and I got my keys to go out.

“Where are you going?” My Mother asked.  I told her I was going out to get a pizza.  This made her angry, and since it was a dream we started tossing containers of spices across the room.  They smashed and glass exploded everywhere. While I lived with my parents I had a history of hoarding food in my room.

I went to get my cats and leave.  My visit was over.

Two things to note:

*The same goes for a visit to my grandparents, or a “free meal” given by employers.  If I can’t eat my fill I would rather not be imposed by your food.  I feel that leaving for more food would be an insult to you, and I take it as an insult that you are wasting my time.

*I eat more than twice what the average person does in a sitting, and I eat the same in a sitting regardless of whether I eat a meal once every three days, or three times a day.  When I have been working out all bets are off.

I take my personal bias and do not make a big deal about it when food is offered.  They are trying to be nice, and I accept their efforts.  Not to mention culturally “free food” is highly accepted with gratitude, with me being the exception.  Dreams such as this are a constant reminder to be wary of visiting my parents.

Say Hello To Your Replacement


Due recognition to The Comical Conservative for the picture.

This picture gives inference that asking $15/hr is asking too much for a simple job of taking orders.  That the new machine will do the exact same job as a cashier, and obviously doesn’t take into account the face person value.  Rather than a cashier, there will be a technician there in case there are problems with the machine (obviously less personnel).

I don’t consider the upgrade in technology to be at the fault of the cashiers.  It was definitely something that was provoked, and would not have happened otherwise, but minimum wage jobs should not exist.  This will put pressure on society to create better quality jobs, and move towards less of a poor/rich society.  I do feel bad because the greatest amount of stress will be placed on the less fortunate.

In a cold-hearted way I am jealous of them.  There is power in loss of the chains of structure.  However, I will never tell them that I want to be in their situation, or that they need to find the positive of their situation.  This would be simple ignorance by the fact that they would do exactly the same in blindly trade their lives for mine.  We want what we don’t have, and take for granted what we do.

Say hello to your replacement; what a joke.  Unless you silently kill them all, these people are still going to be around – and will still need jobs.  Can’t wait to watch the crime rate in Seattle spike.

Sleeping on Neuro

When I first saw Neuro’s drink with the title of sleep, I found it to be so amusingly cute that I knew I wanted to try it.


I found that I had let myself slip a good week without dreams before the first time I tried it, and I found that Neuro magically made my sleep feel more relaxed.  I had some pretty enjoyable dreams, and woke up with an extra spark.

I’d recommend trying it out.  Especially if you’re like me and have a messed up sleep cycle.

Woman In Power/Leadership

At my last job they had a contractor pool that had an approximate 80% male to female ratio.  The actual employees were kept at a 50% ratio.  Female leadership was largely promoted as well, with meetings anouncing how they have increased the numbers of females in leadership, and how important that is to them.

I had co-workers who felt that they were getting passed over because they were male, and if you look at the facts above it his difficult to deny that.  A couple felt jelous that I was leaving because they felt as though they were going to be held back because of their gender.

When I got to my new job the receptionist was female, as was everyone in HR, in the office the numbers of females were higher than the males, my supervisor, manager, and the head of QA is also female.

But then you look at middle management.  All of the supervisors on the floor are male with few exceptions.  You could have eight guys in a room with one woman.  Then you look at the leadership and realize that none of them have been on the floor.

None of that matters to me, none of it.  Feeling as though you are going to be overlooked, and allowing that to get to you will stress you out, make you make mistakes, and your fidgeting will make everyone uncomfortable.  Long shifts while under stress will make you appear angry, unaproachable, and that will make you less of a desireous choice.  Job performance makes a difference, the type of person you are makes a difference.

I would have made the same decisions when it came to hiring personnel regardless of gender.  Sure, they may hire differently depending on your gender, but that’s not news to anyone.