I don’t normally talk about things like television but sometimes a show hits me as being so mind numbingly bad that I can’t help but ask, “What the hell were they thinking?!” I was unlucky enough to see a reality TV show called The Millionaire Matchmaker on Bravo and it was beyond horrible; It’s like diarrhea for your eyes.

The premise sounded interesting enough: A show about a matchmaker that only services rich clients but it all goes downhill from there. You see, although the emphasis is supposed to be on finding ideal partners, the matchmaking service itself is a joke. The woman running the service picks women who are shallow, status conscious, elitist, pretty little succubuses for these men to choose from. They are the kind of women that these men don’t need a matchmaking service to meet. All they would have to do is go to the nearest trendy club with a bank receipt to pick up these kinds of chicks.

The woman running the service has all the charm of a rabid hyena and even less tact then one. She even had the audacity to show up at a client’s house and reprimand them for staying in an average house, in an average neighborhood (which she refers to as a ‘ghetto’.) Then tells him that no one would dream of dating a man who was such a cheapskate (even though he also had a few five million dollar condos in the states.)

He is a fool if that didn’t make red flags pop up in every direction. Isn’t the point of a millionaire seeking true love to find a partner who loves them for who they are, rather than what they have amassed? If you need to flaunt your wealth and prestige to attract a person, you are attracting the wrong kind of person. There’s my advice for these gents, now where shall I send them my bill?

I just wanted to have a quick little rant on something that’s bothering me. I know there are a lot of new and inexperienced writers out there (not that I am an expert) that may not know all the protocol and etiquette among writers but here is a little word of advice about campfires: Don’t ever start off your turn in a campfire as, ‘Then he woke up’ or ‘it was all just a bad dream’ and start the entire storyline over from scratch to suit your personality.

People will want to shoot you.

For those who don’t know what a campfire is, it’s a story in which different people take turns contributing to the storyline, starting at where the last person left off in the story. Doing the dream sequence thing not only negates the work everyone else put into the story but it’s just lazy. It screams, “I’m not creative or clever enough to come up with something to add so I am just going to pretend that the rest of the storyline never existed and start the story from my personal comfort zone.”

It’s looked down upon in every online writing community I’ve been apart of and is just considered to be very bad manners. People will, often times, not want to work with you anymore and it makes you look like you just fell off the turnip truck. So, avoid the temptation of rewriting the story, even if you are stuck. These types of writing exercises are supposed to be challenging and taking the easy way out isn’t going to help you grow as a writer so you are doing yourself a disservice.

I think it’s finally happened. My Mom has snapped and lost her damn mind. My Grandmother who lives with her, called me all upset because the landlord called there today to ask about the rent money that was due on the first. My grandmother gave her money to go towards half the rent like she does every month and assumed the rent had been paid.

When pressed, my Mother admitted that she had blown the money my Grandmother gave her on a new Xbox and games for my little brother. She had the audacity to tell my Grandmother that she shouldn’t be upset over it because ’she is strong with the Holy Spirit and God will take care of them’. Her behavior is getting more bizarre and disturbing all the time.

To be honest, I think that new Church she is going to may be behind it all. From the pamphlets she brings home, I think she may have gotten herself involved in a cult that has the facade of a Christian organization. I want to find out more. She is always pressing me to go to one of their services or Bible Studies. I am thinking of taking her up on the offer. I want to see what impressions that place gives me.

On the other hand if I go it will give her hope that I’ll change my mind about religion and she’ll try her hardest to persuade me back to the ‘flock’. As much as I know she is a grown woman who has the right to screw up her own life she has two people that depend on her right now and I don’t want to see them out on the street because she’s living in a dream world. What would you do?

The cycle needs to stop here. Children, younger and younger are starting to pick up on our body issues and it’s one hell of a horrible curse to pass on to your child. I have seen children as young as five comment on their weight and it just kills me. I’m sorry if you don’t love your body as it is but it’s not something you should ever allow your children to see. No child should have to pay for an adult’s self-esteem issues.

I know this is long but I found (or should I say my youngest Daughter found) a page from an unemployment Diary I kept years ago and there is some really funny stuff in here. Enjoy! This page was entitled: Day 8 of Unemployment.

9:30am -
Woke up with massive headache and realized that hey, I don’t really HAVE to get up with a massive headache. So, I laid back down and rested my eyes for a sec.

1:00pm -
What the fuck happened? I must of fallen back asleep. Shit! It’s totally late now. I had a million things I wanted to do before now. Well not really WANTED to do. More like, felt that I had to do because speaking with my boyfriend made me feel a bit guilty about the whole not having a job thing. He told me I should network and stuff but as I really thought in depth about it I discovered that:

1.) Half the people I would talk to about jobs are already working at my old office so asking them would be pretty pointless considering that they obviously can’t find anything better ether, otherwise they wouldn’t still be stuck in that shitty place.

2.) Most of the people I know are a hell of a lot younger than me and work at places like Dunkin Donuts and CVS. If they had any type of connections I doubt they would be slaving away for minimum wage.

3.) I would rather be unemployed then ask anyone from my dad’s side of the family for any type of help. They are evil people who delight in others misfortunes and are most likely gloating over the fact I got laid off right now. If I got a job with their help, not only would it be like selling my soul to the devil, I would spend the rest of my life in servitude because, ‘I owe them’.

So, I don’t really see networking getting me very far. (more…)

Ok, now first off I want to make it clear that by working girls I am not speaking about career women, I am talking about those gals that are actively involved in the world’s oldest profession: Prostitution. I maybe I am just a complete pig but I can’t understand for the life of me why it’s illegal here in the States.

Why should it be illegal to sell something that it’s perfectly legal to give away to anyone you please? Making it illegal hasn’t done anything to curb it, it’s just pushed it further underground. How is that helping anyone other than pimps and other vultures who know how to exploit troubled women using tactics involving fear and violence?

Since it’s a joke to think that prostitution is ever going to go away and it seems rather pointless (and costly) to lock people up for selling orgasms, why not just regulate and tax the hell out of it? The women would be safer off of the streets, they could get mandated tests every month for social diseases and our courts as well as police force would have more time to devote to criminals that are of a greater danger to society.

Am I crazy for thinking this way?

Seriously, why is it that some people feel the overwhelming need to force puzzle pieces together that just don’t fit? I can’t believe these CDD (Christian Domestic Discipline) people are trying to justify corporal punishment for wives through their Christian faith.

Sure, many of us heard the verse about wives submitting to their husbands in the Bible but I guess I have somehow missed the section on beating your wife’s fanny with a paddle and of course, as to be expected, the defunct logic that women need physical discipline or they will run amok like madmen is used to condone physical abuse. Examine the following exerpt from the CDD Blog:

“An older woman once admitted slapping her new husband when, although admittedly quite gentle, he put his hand were the then quite young bride did not think a man ever had any business touching her. She realized the rules of the game had significantly changed when her husband rather calmly seized her hairbrush and acknowledged that what followed really was a much-needed application in a thoroughly appropriate place!”

A sexually naive woman got scared during her first sexual experience and slaps her husband, so he beats her with a brush. How very loving and compassionate; truly Christlike. Just typing that made me vomit into my mouth a little.

My biggest concern is that these people are going to have children and indoctrinate them with the idea that it is a Man’s godly duty to hit his wife if she gets out of line. If grown women don’t mind subscribing to the ideology that they are little more than a household appliance with a vagina who needs to be physically assaulted on a daily basis in order to feel good about themselves, that is their misfortune. Best of luck to them with their mental defect but contaminating young minds with this garbage is perpetuating violence in the household.

Having grown up in a home where I witnessed my mother being abused, I am really disgusted by this farce. Promoting this kind of dangerous idiocy in the name of God is sick. Just one more reason that I find religion intolerable. People always find ways to twist it into something ugly.

My Mother has always been gullible and desperate to escape reality. When she was a teenager she did this through drinking and hardcore drug use. As she got older, she started looking to religion.

It’s almost frightening to watch someone struggling to fill a gaping void in their lives with such fervor that they lose themselves in the process.  She gets swept away every time she starts a new religion. Eventually she sees that she’s still unfulfilled and empty. Then she starts looking for a new one.

Her latest choice has me worried. She’s jumped in with both feet only I think this time, she’s landed face first into a lake of bile. There is something very wrong with the ministry she attends. Her whole demeanor has changed. She says hateful things now about other religions and lifestyles and she never used to be a bigot.

The conversation we had today really upset me. She called me and wanted to debate my lack of faith (for the millionth time) and brought up my going to hell. I asked her why she wanted to worship a God that she thought was going to torture her child for eternity. Wouldn’t that put a big damper on Heaven for her anyhow?

She replied that she will be quite happy in Heaven because God will make it so she will forget I ever even existed. Wow. How do you even respond to something like that?

She honestly doesn’t care what happens to me as long as she doesn’t have to deal with it. Why should that even surprise me. She’s a coward who can’t even face life without hiding behind a book.

I haven’t been around much lately and for that I apologize. I’ve been feeling pretty depressed because reality finally hit me: My child, my beautiful little girl, is never going to be ‘normal’. I can utilize the services available and do my best as a Mother to help her reach her potential but she will not be cured. There is no cure for Autism (at least not yet).

Having children this close together (eleven months apart), I always envisioned they would be close friends but my youngest is already surpassing her in so many ways that it makes me afraid that’s just not going to happen now. I wonder if she’s going to make friends or fall in love. I think she will. I want to believe she will but the doubt eats at me.

No one in her life, aside from myself has really come to terms with any of this yet, not even her Dad. It’s hard dealing with all of this alone. It’s even worse when people point out your child’s behavior and how abnormal it is, like it wasn’t already glaringly obvious. My Mother does this to me a lot and I just want to strangle her.

The other night we were talking on the phone and she heard my Daughter in one of her full blown tantrums. My Daughter sometimes doesn’t communicate when she wants something and makes you guess what it is she wants while screaming at the top of her lungs until she gets it.

I told my Mom that apparently, my Daughter wanted some juice. My Mom asked me why she just didn’t ask for it like a big girl. I told her she doesn’t always communicate her needs well. So she very plainly stated that she had a hard time believing that my Daughter couldn’t even point to or reach for the things she wants. Even infants can do that.

I just lost it. Something inside me snapped and I was filled with rage. I screamed, “Don’t you get it? She’s retarded Mom! Why can’t you just fucking accept it?” Only I was really telling that to myself. I felt like such a horrible person afterwards for having called my own child retarded. What kind of Mother am I to say something so ugly?

I love my baby to death but it takes such a toll on your mind and body to be a caretaker for a child with developmental and behavioral problems. I feel run down, like a candle burning at both ends. There are times I just want to crawl into an early grave just for the chance of having some peace.

My heart breaks for my little girl and right now as selfish as it sounds, it’s breaking for myself too.

Please watch the above video and answer this for me. Why would people move to a small community without checking it out in depth? I mean if they spent enough time there, they would have seen how deeply entrenched the community is with their religion.

I’m not saying people don’t have the right to live wherever they want to but why subject your children to being treated like leapers? Why haven’t these people moved? It may be a nightmare to replace a house or job but in a situation like that, you can do permanent damage to the psyche of your child. Which is more important?

I think it’s awful for a child’s self-esteem to be continuously pummeled like that in order for the parents to prove a point. Protecting your children should be a parent’s top priority not fighting the machine. Am I crazy for thinking that way? Anyone have that same reaction?