Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
- Go to Wikipedia and type in your birth month and day (not year)
- List three events from that day
- List two important births and one death
- List one important holiday or observance
1066 - William the Conqueror invades England: the Norman Conquest begins
1867 - Toronto becomes the capital of Ontario
1928 - Sir Alexander Fleming notices a bacteria-killing mold growing in his laboratory, discovering what later became known as penicillin
551 BC - Confucius (Chinese philosopher)
1967 - Mira Sorvino (American actress)
1985 - Louis Pasteur
World Rabies Day
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Diva Cup. I first heard about this crazy invention from a friend of mine a few months ago. Instead of using a tampon, you insert this cup, and it collects the blood. *blech* Supposedly, you don't have to change this as much because it holds more fluid and doesn't leak. It even measures the "output" for you, I guess in case you want to write about it on your blog or something. It's environmentally responsible because you just empty it, wash it out, and reinsert it. I don't know who invented this thing, nor do I care. What I want to know is, when does the insanity stop? When do we, as women, say "stop making new things for us to shove up our hoohas!"? Tampons, sex toys, speculums, and now this?
The first ones were made out of rubber/latex. Now, it's made from silicone. Does this mean if I want a boob job, I just yank out my Cup and stuff it into my bra? Shouldn't I wash it first? Do they come in two-packs? While we're on the subject of cleaning it, how clean is clean? Will Ivory soap do the job, or do I need to bust out the Lysol Tub & Tile Cleaner? Is this a one-size-fits-all kind of thing? What if it falls out while you're just walking along minding your own business? It's not quite like looking for your contact lens, is it?
Folks, there is only one thing that's meant to be put into a vagina, and there are only a handful of things that are meant to come out of it. Please quit giving us all these other options.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
My brother affectionately (I hope) calls me Slacker. What better way to keep reminding myself of this than to name my blog after it. I'll be putting all kinds of random stuff in this blog, but nothing too terribly personal. I don't yet know who I'll let read it, so I don't want to embarrass myself by telling the world I like to be spanked. I mean, that I'm in love with Gordon Ramsay. I'm not worried about Gordon finding out, but rather, his wife. She could probably kick my you-know-what.