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Feminist Quote of the Day

"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman."
~Anaïs Nin

Hot. Seriously Hot.

Yo betches. I know it's been a while, and that's just how I roll. But there are some updates and thangs you should know about!

I'm contributing to a review site called Hot Ink. You should come give us a visit, and stay a while.

Also, this blog will continue to be my personal betching site, but if you have a mind for more intellectual conversations about everything WOMAN, then you can check out my shiny new website, girlnamedboo.com. I have recruited some amazing women, ages 16 to 55, to contribute to the conversations. Please, give a look, but be nice because it is not officially launched. It is what we call soft launched, like Uncle Joe's erection after a night of heavy whiskey love.

That's all for now! Ta ta, everyones.

Love,

Boo

Name the Only American Minority Group that Actually Constitutes the Majority of the Population!

GIRLS.


LOVE me some Beyonce, but YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES ALLLLL over this. NineteenPercent: be my besty.



h/t Mary!

Operation: Combating Bitterness part deux

Operation: Combating Bitterness

Today's exercise for combating bitterness is: making up new insults. Just off the top of my head:

slut trumpet
bone slapper
poo poo platter
shit munch
ass flap
carnie licker
scrum pickle

Childish? Yes. Time wasting? Absolutely. Giggle inducing? Eh. But at least it helps get my mind off things.

Iron Heart

What is it that makes it possible for people to open their heart, again and again, in spite of experiencing heartbreak and pain? When we are small, we learn that hot things will burn, and for the most part, we avoid hot things that can burn us. Why is it that we can remember physical pain--pain that resides primarily in the body--and not remember emotional pain?

I have tried so hard to not let myself shut down; over and over, I have allowed people into my life that ultimately prove they don't have my best interests at heart. And no matter how much you keep those people at a distance, they always end up hurting you.

My heart is screaming out today. I'm just a complete wreck, and I promised myself, over and over, that I wouldn't let myself go here ever again.

BUT HERE I AM.

Fuck.

As I said before: UM.

Well, that's...interesting.

My New Favorite Thing

Three beautiful words:
Top. Butt. Cleavage.

A Hatbox

A hatbox can be perfect

A study in design, form

and, lastly, function