Annoying event #1

I wore my purple lace thong the other day. She's never given me grief before but suddenly, she changed her mind. Well, a thong is renown of course for riding up the back end, she's made to do that. But my thong that particular day decided to ride up the front end as well ...

Yes, annoying indeed ...

I am the original one.

I used to think that my name was uncommon. Well, Facebook proved me wrong today. There are 30, yes, that's right ... thirty other Bonnie Mak's in the world, well at least in the Facebook world. I wonder how many other girls are out there touting my name ...

And of course, being all younger than I (well at least on Facebook), tells me that little ol' moi is The Trendsetter. Heh!

[I huff lightly on my nails and shine them on my sweater, grinning.]

Now let me just Google myself ...

Big Blue Ball

Makes you wonder why ... petty thievery.

Someone stole my children's big blue ball from our snow-filled backyard. The wind had pushed it over to the corner of the yard close to the gate. Even with all the snow raising the ball higher than usual off the ground, the thief would have still needed to reach quite a bit over the fence to steal the ball.

And I highly doubt that it was one of the neighbourhood cats that was the bandit.

Sigh ... what has this world come to?

When change is necessary

Sometimes we are faced with difficult situations in life, when we know that things are just not right ... not at all what we want. These things oftentimes make us very unhappy ... even downright miserable.

How does one know when enough is enough? Don't compromise or throw away your integrity. Don't sell your soul. It's not worth it. You and your feelings and thoughts are more valuable than you are allowing them to be ...

Take the risk, make the choice, and walk away. Rid yourself of this negativity and you will see ... the universe doesn't like voids and because you've made the choice that is true to your heart and in your gut, your life will again fill with light.

The Prostitute Archetype
by Caroline Myss

None of us thinks kindly of the term 'prostitute,' and yet from this archetype we learn the great gift of never again having to compromise our body, mind, or spirit. You may have already reached the point in which the Prostitute has become a mature part of yourself that circles you with a strong vibrational field that says, "Not for sale."

The Prostitute archetype engages lessons in the sale or negotiation of one's integrity or spirit due to fears of physical survival or for financial gain. It activates the aspects of the unconscious that are related to seduction and control, whereby you are as capable of buying a controlling interest in another person as you are of selling your own power. Prostitution should be understood as the selling or selling out of your talents, ideas, and any other expression of the self. The core learning of the Prostitute relates to the need to birth and refine self-esteem and self-respect.

We prostitute ourselves when we sell our bodies or minds for money or when we compromise our morals and ethics for financial gain. That may include remaining in a marriage or job that endangers our well being for reasons of financial security.

Why don't more men dance?

Sorry folks ... only noticed tonight while making a template change on this blog that oops, it's been quite the while since my last post. It's not that I don't have lots to write about, it's just that I've been leaving all these cool thoughts where they originate ... in my head. Not a place that is easily accessible to you, right?

Well, here's my thought of the day. Why don't more men dance? We women just simply adore it.

Tonight, I went blues/swing dancing where there was lots of fun physical communication going on, and depending on the song, some pretty interesting and intimate moments, including holding each other close. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about sexual intimacy (though some dancers do choose to take it to this level), I'm talking about "let's trust each other and just enjoy the moment" type of intimacy. Top it off with "dance etiquette" that says it's rude to refuse a dance.

C'mon fellas, whatcha waiting for?

New Year's Resolutions?

I say ... P-SHAW!! P-TOOEY!

If you couldn't or didn't resolve enough to make changes to your life at any particular point in 2007, what makes you think that just because we hit the first day of the first month of a new year of a man-made time-keeper called the calendar that you will be more committed to a resolution?

It's like being nice and contacting someone only when it's a birthday or holiday, like Christmas ... then ignoring this person the other 364 days of the year. What's the point? There ain't nuthin' wrong with all those other days.

You can't have time back, ever! Not that moment nor this moment ... tomorrow never comes, yesterday becomes memories, our perceptions tainted by our own interpretations of events, thoughts and feelings.

NOW is all we know and have. So use it wisely, my friends ...

This having been said and clarified ...

I wish you all a beautiful and joy-filled in-the-moment 2008!!

Interesting Observation: the Shopping Cart

Why do we have to pay a 25 cent deposit to use a shopping cart in Toronto? I've never seen this in Montreal. You'd think that if someone really wanted to steal a shopping cart, he wouldn't care about not getting that quarter back. It'd be a pretty cheap shopping cart, if you ask me ...

Funnily though, in Montreal, at a supermarket close by my house that my kids and I go to only occasionally, we noticed a new sign that indicated that one could not take the shopping cart outside the parking lot perimeter. Of course, this was a clear invitation, but try as we might, it was true! Some mysterious force kept us from pushing that cart "across that line". Gave us a good hearty laugh!

Back to retrieving that quarter ... I suppose it could provide incentive though for some to place the cart back in its proper spot. Quarter or no quarter, I think it's important to be respectful and I'll always put it back, no matter how lazy I feel ...

Harrassment or adoration?

Dear Irongoddess,

I recently went to a government office to renew my driver's license and while waiting for my turn, I noticed a man glancing at me. Then after I finished doing what I needed to get done, I walked out of the office and there the man was. "Excuse me", he said. I ignored him and continued walking out of the building complex but he followed me and kept addressing me, even offering me a lift. I told him I was in a rush, didn't have time to talk and that I didn't need a lift, but he continued after me.

Obviously, I was not interested as I evidently rushed off, not even bothering to look at him. My question ... why do men do this sort of thing? Can't they just respect rejection?

Jane, a little teed-off

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Dear Jane,

First of all, just be thankful that he didn't follow you out to your car or wherever you were headed (well, at least I hope he didn't). Just realise that men like that just don't understand NO. Perhaps this has something to do with the old caveman attitude of pulling a woman into his cave by her hair. And just remember also, that possibly at some point, this man's overt attitude of hitting on a woman may have actually worked for him in the past. This bad behaviour may have actually been reinforced by some woman's positive reaction.

I say, just let it go, you weren't hurt. There is a strange upside in this though ... you're a hot woman whom men oogle over ... and there are many lonely woman out there who would love to have an ounce of the attention that you just received.

Next time though, when addressed undesirably, don't say a word and just ignore him. Your reacting at all opened a door for communication. Let's just hope that you will never be placed in a situation that you will have to scream and run away.

The Irongoddess

China's Sexual Revolution

Check out the new project that I worked on which will be airing on Thursday November 8, 2007 at 9pm on CBC-TV. I did the narrative voices for the radio host and Muzimei the blogger and others.

http://www.cbc.ca/doczone/sexualrevolution.html

CHINA'S SEXUAL REVOLUTION
Thursday November 8, 2007 at 9pm on CBC-TVrepeating Saturday November 10 at 10pm ET on CBC Newsworld

You've heard about China's Cultural Revolution and its sizzling Economic Revolution. But you haven't heard about its other great social upheaval - the Chinese Sexual Revolution - and like everything in that country it's happening at warp speed.

It's China's version of the 60s revolution - on steroids.

CHINA'S SEXUAL REVOLUTION is the world's first glimpse - often using secret cameras - into this forbidden new China. It's a surprising portrait of the Chinese today: the new free love generation that's left their parents in shock; the booming sex industry that's creating an HIV crisis; the new generation of career women and feminists that suddenly wants it all - while millions of men feel left out.

He never would have thought ...

I recently went to a potluck supper to say bon voyage to Jonathan Clark who has now gone off to India to study with Steve McCurry, an incredible National Geographic photographer most reknown for his infamous picture of the "Afghan Girl":



After supper and dessert and with overstuffed tummies, we all got to telling stories and inevitably, the subject of sex came up. It's interesting how this one subject takes so much space in our society. More interestingly, what came out of our discussion was one fella's remark, "I never knew women talked about sex."

Baby, we don't just talk about it, we go into all the nitty gritty details. Then in front of your faces, we pretend we've never said a thing to each other. We discuss the talent of those who can spell the alphabet with their tongues and laugh about the utter boredom of those who have only one speed, one direction, who inevitably can't even keep themselves propped up except by resting on their teeth - OUCH! We know who curves right, who curves left, and who's got a pencil dick ... who's a boob man and who's a butt man. Need I say more?

The men at the party agreed ... The women had them beat at "sex talk" and even poked fun at themselves, "Yeah, I banged her real good last night. She really wanted it."