2.9.26
Hi yall. I have been sick. The vampire called covid has sucked the life out of this sultry siren. I don’t think I have ever been this pale, and I am pretty pale to begin with. I look like I have a severe case of anemia, bad hair day bed head, and teenage acne from the fevers.
I am feeling better now finally. But I tell you this version of covid is rough. I’ve had 3 cases of covid since it came out despite having the vaccines. Test yourself people. If you feel a sore throat, headache, neckache, and painful ears, just test yourself so you know. Then stay home as much as you can. Half the battle is knowing what you have. Mask up to not share your germs once you know. I am considering continuing wearing a mask at work to prevent myself from getting anymore sickness. I ain’t got time for this.
Some swirling thoughts this morning. Thoughts on how to deal with asshole comments on your social medias. You know, the trolls. The people that are trying to razz you up. With a gut instinct and google search coming into union that answer is to NOT ENGAGE. You will not give this poop on a shoe any ounce of your divine feminine energy. Block, restrict, or ignore. But blocking is just more fun, so I vote for the BLOCK.
I commented on this woman’s video to respectfully disagree with her message, along with several viewers. I love this woman’s content, and I look up to her. But this video was completely wrong and went against everything defined by how a woman with intense feminine energy should move through the world.
She said that if a woman dressed up, paints her face, and puts lashes on, that she is announcing that she is available. That if you dress up in a “look at me” outfit, that you are broadcasting to everyone that you are single and up for grabs. That a man in that relationship should notice this and set their foot down and say this is unacceptable to dress up like this.
Red flags, buzzers were going off. My hands are waiving “NO” “No way girl”.
I responded that I disagree because I dress up for me. I enjoy feeling pretty. Doesn’t mean I’m dumping my husband just because I curl my hair.
Some douche bag responds that I missed the point. That she wasn’t talking about curling your hair, she was talking about revealing clothing.
The Cheeto laced finger basement dweller really ignored her message about gluing on lashes and priming one’s face. The lady spent more time talking about hair and makeup and less about the clothes. He missed the point. But instead of arguing with this dude, I blocked him. I can’t argue with someone like that.
So, ladies what do you think? You just put on some fake eye lashes today. Are you hunting for a millionaire? You put on your red heels today. Are you suddenly a lady of the night? What a slut, she is wearing a waist enhancing dress. OH MY GOODESS. The horror.
I loved all of that girl power coming in and standing up for their rights to wear what they want. We don’t live in the 1800’s anymore. We are not property. We vote. We own businesses. We get our own loans now. We can wear the pencil skirts with a low-cut top revealing our cleavage if we fucking feel like it.
Funny, in all of this, my husband is in agreement with me. He loves it when I dress up. He is proud of how I look and he wants me to feel good. Again, just because I look good, doesn’t mean I am scouting for my next husband. Far from the truth. I don’t believe we have to show up as frumpy women to prove our loyalty. Why dare I ask, would you want your wife to look like a frump. As if that proves loyalty. DUMB.
Let’s flip this around. If a man dresses up in a suit and tie. Cuff links. Hey, maybe a fedora. Our we thinking this sharped dressed man is looking for a good time. Is this Dandy booking a hotel for a rendezvous? No. He puts energy into himself and that is a wonderous thing. Let’s applaud him. We wouldn’t accuse him of acting single.
I am sure I have other thoughts. Maybe I will spill them in the podcast.
Love, Alimoon
