It’s been a challenging month. In the midst of the usual familial stuff, we’ve also been dealing with a major fracture among some of our closest friends.

I’ve been fortunate to have plenty to distract me from over-thinking the whole mess – kids, home, family, etc. plus putting a lot of effort into PitchWars (a writing contest), starting a new manuscript, and really focusing on my writing, have all kept my brain mercifully occupied.

Now that the dust has (mostly) settled and we start the process of grieving the loss of friendship, my wicked sense of humor rears its head. Big surprise, right?

Years ago, before we moved into our city digs, the hubby and I had already done a major cull of our book collections. We did another cull prior to the move – inner city living, not a lot of space, y’know? Even so, we still had boxes upon boxes of books.

As one friend hauled yet another box of books out of the moving van, he grumbled that he was going to buy us a Kindle (already had one, thanks!) and said, “I hate helping smart people move. They have too many books.”

Too many books?! What is this “too many” of which you speak?

And here’s where that sense of humor comes in… today, looking back… I can’t help but think, “huh, maybe that should have been a clue.”

I’m not saying I’ll only befriend people who are fellow bookworms, but… if you think I have “too many” books, or don’t understand my love of reading, prepare for me to give you major side-eye and to seriously question your judgement.

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Baltimore doesn’t get tons of snow very often. In fact, this year, we had a very mild winter. That is, until this past weekend, when winter decided to arrive and make up for lost time by dumping 29 inches of powdery white stuff all over us.

Still… it wasn’t that bad. We had a kitchen full of groceries, and no obligations. We even managed some fun.

Someone even organized a neighborhood snowball fight. Check out the video.


Maybe she should cover her toes! A toe-fetishist might be incited to lust…

When I saw the post on Facebook, I nearly laughed out loud. A brilliantly written look at the modesty movement, turned around to focus on men for a change.

Then I saw the other related posts that FB always seems to serve up. I should have known better than to click on them. I should have known to avoid the things with titles like “The Day I Wore Yoga Pants: 5 Myths About Modesty” and “Why I Chose To No Longer Wear Leggings”. (I’ll give a link to the 5 Myths post at the end, since I do quote from it.)

So, I made the mistake of reading these things, and I was… well… baffled. I bounced uncomfortably between outrage, frustration, and pity as the author’s attitudes rekindled the years of shame ingrained in me by my ex-husband and the extremely conservative church we attended.

In the “5 Myths” article, the author talks about how women get upset when men look at them. She states, “In many cases, the very women offended by the negative attention of men are dressing in such a way as to earn it.”

These guys clearly need to cover up!
These guys clearly need to cover up!

Wait a minute. What? Hold up! So… a woman who wears tight pants, or a short skirt, or anything that a man finds attractive is asking for negative attention?

But wait, it gets better.

She goes on to say, “…the level of their lust is directly related to how much of our bodies is available to lust after. The less we advertise, the less opportunity we give them to covet our bodies.”

Please repeat the wait a minute refrain from above.

He's tall and good looking, guess he needs to shrink so others don't look... and he cooks! Yikes!
He’s tall and good looking, guess he needs to shrink so others don’t look lustfully… and he cooks! Yikes!

I could go on. The article, and in fact, her entire blog, are filled with things that basically say it’s a woman’s responsibility to hide herself from men and to not do anything to attract their attention.

This from a blogger who clearly wears makeup, has a hairstyle that obviously takes time and effort, wears heels, and posts pictures of herself and her hubby in physically affectionate embraces. Hey, they’re married, it’s OK, right?

But… if we’re supposed to avoid giving others things to lust after, shouldn’t we also be avoiding anything that implies an intimate relationship, lest it cause someone to lust?

If we really need to be so concerned with random strangers lusting after us as we walk down the street, let’s just all wear burqas and be done with it. That is the purpose of the burqa after all – to shield a woman from the prying eyes of someone who should not be looking (and lusting) after her beauty.

The problem is, who defines “modesty”? Why stop at yoga pants or short skirts?

Red lipstick? Nope, that’s a problem!
High heels? Do you know how they make your butt look?
Tank top? Why don’t you just wave a flag that says “look at my boobies?”

Sure, people are going to look at, and lust after, someone who is dressed attractively. In the Victorian era, a bared ankle could incite lust. No matter how much we cover up, those who are prone to lustful thoughts will think them.

And no matter how much we reveal, no matter how “enticing” the look, it’s not license to act on those lustful thoughts.

If you really want to read the “Myths” post –

A very tired girl…

I'm tired and I want dinner, and you want me to smile?

It was a gorgeous day – perfect for being in costume at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire… But really, after so many hours on my feet, I was ready to sit down!

Highlights included the bawdiness of the Sultry Sirens of Sin (three cheers for sending the teenage children off to seek their own entertainment! Hip hip huzzah!) and a very well done final joust with some pretty cool pyrotechnics (the theater geek in me was all atwitter!)

After a winter of record snow fall (Snowmaggedon anyone?) I confess I was looking forward to Spring.

I also confess that it snuck up on me. Over the last month, as the weather has slowly warmed, things just started ever so slowly getting just a little bit more green, a little bit more life till all of a sudden, wham! The world has bloomed and my allergies have gone into over drive!

Then I was overcome with a mad desire to get my fingers dirty, a dilemma which the local nursery was more than happy to help solve.

My only real question is:
What in the world do I do with these things? (a gift from the Not Mother In Law)