What I really wanted to say.... random ramblings

1. When did we decide that women had to go from swimsuits with skirts to tiny little nothings, only so we could return back to swimsuits with skirts? Seriously... just a few decades ago, swimsuits were unbelievably hideous. I'm sure you agree. Women, unlike men, enjoyed the great pleasure to wear suits complete with skirts (no, DRESSES!), so as not expose their legs, and head-condoms so as not to... uh... get wet hair? Swimsuits kept getting tinier, and one would wonder, why the wearer wore anything at all. I seem to remember a TV show in which the beach cops wandered around telling girls that at least 2/3 of their breasts needed to be covered. I'm sure those beach cops loved their jobs. Tragically some of us are returning to hideous one-piecers with attached skirts again, and considering the image we're all chasing, nobody is really surprised, that we're back to hiding our curves yet again. (I'm totally guilty of this by the way. I'm wearing a one piece suit with board shorts.)

2. Why are friendships between men and women such a big deal? In Germany I had a couple of really good guy friends. And I don't recall this being an issue at all. Yes, I even went out with them, WITHOUT my boyfriend/husband. No, I never slept with them. Why is it a taboo in this country? And if it's not a taboo where you live, then please do tell, so I can stop stereotyping and start hoping again. Can a married woman ever be friends with a married man and go out for a beer with him? It seems the answer is no. And just in case you were wondering: no, there is nobody in particular I'm talking about. I have no desire to go out with a married guy or single guy for that matter. It's just a question.

3. It appears that my son is not a very good only child. During my daughter's sleepover last night and this morning, little Blue Eyed Boy was unable to stop talking. The terrible thing is, I hardly remember any of it, because he just started rambling and made no sense at all. Must talk... must talk!!!

4. Why do news websites enable comments? Apparently the anonymity of the internet makes some unbelievably stupid people so brave, that they forget all manners. They comment on each and every article, and besides being stupid, they also don't know how to type. Don't these people have a life? Do they really just sit around all day, reading local news, waiting for an opportunity to talk trash?

5. Eight year old girls are in possession of secret switches, which they are able to flip at any given time. A simple request or "No, I'm sorry, you can't play on the computer tonight, because it's too late, and you didn't go to sleep until 1am last night" are reason enough to burst into tears, which ultimately result in the young Drama Queen to suffer from an oh so severe headache. She is at this moment contemplating her terrible fate. Me thinketh the child needs some sleep.

6. Red wine is truly the beverage of the Goddess. It is pearly, just a little spicy, and it has the amazing ability to keep your sanity at an acceptable level, while your eight year old Drama Queen rolls on the floor, going back and forth between crying bitter tears and giggling hysterically.

7. Evidently eight year old Drama Queens are contagious. It's a choir...

8. Barbie is 50. Amazing, how long this disproportionate chick has lasted. Amazing also, that I never owned one. Not a real one anyway. My parents gave me Petra dolls, which, according to my parents, looked just like Barbie... but they really didn't.
Over the years of course we've all learned that Barbie, if she was actually proportioned like that in real life, would fall flat on her face, which gives the feminists among us a little something to giggle. Well, Barbie's body has changed slightly. She still walks on her tippy toes, but her chest is noticably smaller, and her waist is not so small anymore. Of course there are now Bratz dolls instead, whose heads are larger than their entire upper bodies. Fortunately Toothless Fairy has decided she is no longer interested in Barbies and has no appreciation for Bratz dolls either.

May I introduce the first Barbie (coincidentally wearing a swimsuit).