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Clothe thyself, I beseech thee.

Published August 28, 2013 by Malia

Okay, I’ll be honest, I had to Google the spelling of the  word “thyself” because I wasn’t sure if it was considered one word or two, and then I had to look up the phrase, “I beseech thee,” and within seconds I wrote the title to this.  I’m aware I probably completely misused those words, but it’s after midnight, so I lack the ability to care that much.  Also, heads up, I’m about to go on a bit of a rant.

Can I ask an honest question?  Is basic modesty such a bad thing?  I’m not talking about, “Oh hey, I won this award, I won’t shove it in everyone’s face.”  I’m talking about, “Oh hey, this outfit leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, maybe I should supplement it with a bra or something,” or, “Oh hey, maybe I should think twice before doing this dance that looks like I’m acting out sex positions on national television.”

I’m old school, I admit it.  I don’t think we all need to be running around in nun’s habits, but I do wish there would be a bit of a return to wearing clothing that doesn’t spell out every single bump, wrinkle, bit of flab, and nipple for everyone to see.  Yes, no matter what we female folks wear, guys are going to get ideas; but is it really necessary to add to what they’re already imagining.  Sure, we’re not responsible for the thoughts that pop into their heads, but I think we do have a smidge of responsibility to not add to what’s already in their head.  The sluttier a girl dresses, the more permission she’s giving to a guy to come and have a look.  Guys’ brains are naturally wired to automatically see things that turn them on so that they can go off and perform the act that creates more guys whose brains are wired that way.  It’s part of nature.  If it wasn’t, they would advertise ladies’ underwear the same way Fruit of the Loom advertises guy underwear (this isn’t an original thought, I saw a picture on Pinterest depicting this).  We girls don’t need to see some hot chick in underwear to want to buy it (ok, well maybe some girls do).  No, that advertising is used so that girl’s have a clue about what makes a guy tick.  (And since most of us don’t look like or have a body like Heidi Klum, that advertising does nothing but make us girls feel insecure and inadequate). So yes, guys are responsible for their thoughts and the choices they make as to what they continue to think on, but for those guys who are trying to think pure thoughts about us ladies, let’s not add to their difficulty.

Y’know, it’s completely possible to dress classy, without looking like you should be standing on a street corner selling yourself.  Even if you’re a bit on the hefty side (like me), more and more styles are cropping up that allow us to look lovely without looking skanky (or like we’ve been poured into the outfit).  Plus, if you don’t mind waiting until the end of the season, you can hit pretty fantastic sales on stuff that would otherwise break the bank.

Also, I’ve been thinking.  These girls that get their start doing Disney channel stuff probably are making at least a little money off the programs, and if the program is over, there are probably some royalties involved.  Now, I understand that most of these girls want to move on with their careers and not forever be associated with those “good girl” roles they had.  However, they’re still will to accept the money from the royalties of those “good girl” roles.  Here’s an idea, there should be something in their contract that states that it’s fine if they decide to break free of that “good girl, role model” role; but if they do, all future royalty payments and any money from any merchandise, that continues to be made, will be donated to charities that support young men and women making wise life choices and working to succeed at making something of themselves.  It’s only fair.

Rant over.

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10 Years?

Published August 25, 2013 by Malia

This weekend was my 10 year high school class reunion.  I didn’t go.  Not for lack of wanting to visit with my classmates; I just had too much else going on.  Plus, it’s a couple hour drive to my old high school.  Didn’t really want to spend the money on gas and food and such.  Still, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the last ten years.  Mostly, the last several years have been a true nightmare that I hope never to have to repeat.  Plus, my life is absolutely nothing like what I expected it would be when I was 18 and super naive.  Back then, I really believed that by now I would be a teacher, a wife, a mother, and a published author.  Out of those things, I’m only close to being a published author.  So, I’m not going to make any guesses about where I’ll be 10 years from now.  I hope that I’ll still be at my job and still be happy there.  I hope that my parent’s health holds and I’ll still have them.

It was mentioned to me today that I haven’t been blogging that much lately.  That’s true.  It’s not that I lack for things to talk about, it’s just that most of the things I have to talk about run along the theme of “Why do people struggle so much to correctly screw the top onto a pee cup.”  I’ve found most people don’t handle that sort of conversation topic terribly well.

I am writing.  As of tonight I’ve reached 30 full pages of single spaced writing on the draft of my novel.  I’m quite pleased.  I’m really struggling as I write, because the subject matter is incredibly dark and messed up.  I’m finding that it really wears on me and tends to make my mood loads darker than it might be.   However, I must finish this, mostly because I need to prove to myself that I can finish something of value.

I’m still collecting geeky t-shirts (a TARDIS blankie and Companion Cube lunch tote have also been collected).  I’ve reached that point where I just don’t really give a flying flip about what anyone thinks about me and what I like.  Is that a sign of maturity?

I’ve also set up what is possibly one of the most boring websites ever.  Check it out at maliareads.com.  It’s something I’ve been brooding on all summer, and I finally decided to just go for it.  The worst that could happen is that it will be an epic failure.

That’s about all the news that is news as of right now.  I start training for a new position at work tomorrow, so that’ll probably provide plenty for me to write about.

Long Lost Summer

Published August 7, 2013 by Malia

If there’s one word I could use to describe this summer, it would be “lost.”  I’m not really sure where the summer went, and honestly I kind of feel numb about most of this summer.

My cat died, and it hit me really hard.  I’m not sure why, either.  Usually when I’ve had pets pass on, it’s been sad, but not so overwhelming.  So, yeah, that threw me into a tailspin where I stopped caring about eating right and exercising, but enough is enough.  I started back to exercising today, and I’m also back to measuring and monitoring what I’m eating.  It’s soooooo super exciting.

One positive thing I did this summer was to write the first draft of what I hope will turn into my first real book.  I started working on the second draft this week, and am doing my best to not get all perfectionist about it.

And that’s how I lost my summer.