The Benefit of Being Inconsistent

Gun control has been largely resisted in Congress by invoking the 2nd Amendment, which allows people to own guns, and even carry them about openly. 

In the past, Trump supporters have often supported the gun lobby, and opposed any attempt to restrict gun ownership.  Over the next day or so, we will discover why this Wisconsin kid shot these people in this (Abundant Life) school, and how (he)she got hold of the gun. 

Before Kristi Noem gets to weigh in on this case, Trump might join up with Biden, and call for gun safety legislation!  Wouldn't that be amazing?

(Added later, 12/16) Well, it's going to be thoughts and prayers, I guess.  The parents should be prosecuted for allowing the girl to get access to a gun.)

Kay 

Another Miscellany

Hey, Dear Readers!

I hope you're all recovered from the election outcomes, and all of the clowning of the Maga people!  

Politics.  Unfortunately, many of the late night talk show hosts take each new reveal from Maralago (please put in your own hyphens and dashes and stuff) as a serious new joke, and work out how it would ruin the country in new and creative ways.  I think, in contrast, that it's all one big joke, really.  Trump wants to create confusion among the Democrat Elites, first and foremost (he loves to troll these people), and get his supporters in on the joke.  Then he wants to entertain his people, and reward those who have given money and support these several years.  I don't think it makes sense to get disturbed over these announcements.  Trump thinks that the Dems get too serious about these things,  while (he thinks) the entire point of being president is to have fun (and get rich!)  (Actually, he tries really hard to have fun, and fails.)

Christmas.  I've always tried to enjoy Christmas as much as it was possible.  This year, though, commercial interests are trying harder than ever to rip consumers off.  But I'm going to try equally hard to do my thing, and I'm going to win.  For presents, I like to give stationery: pens,  papers, calendars, that sort of thing, or even music. 

Caitlin Clark, and Taylor Swift.  I have to admit, I just don't know what's going on with CC; the sports writers have got me so confused that I don't know what is current news, what is old news, and what is mere conjecture (i.e, guesswork).  The tiny bit of credible news I have identified shows Caitlin calm and in control, which is good.  She is shown wearing some daring dresses, and super short skirts, but you know, if I had a figure like that (I don't), I'd probably flaunt it too!  But whatever she wears, you know fans using AI will almost certainly modify it to look even more daring than it was. 

I said I was going to listen to some Swifty music, but I never got around to it.  Soon.  Soon.

Kay

P. S. I did listen.  I can handle 'Shake it off,' but that's about all.  As a person, though, Taylor is just wonderful, and thinks very much like I do. 

Sapphic Literature

2024, July 25

Am I missing something?

I was browsing books on Kindle, when I saw—once again!—that in almost every GG pairing, one was dressed in pants, and the other one in a dress.

What is going on?

Is there a sort of understanding within the lesbian literary community—I mean those who write so-called WLW fiction—that one of them just has to wear pants?  Look, when lesbianism was just becoming a thing in ancient Greece, they didn't even have, or wear pants. 

Is there an unwritten dress code that I'm unaware of, that one member of each lesbian couple has to volunteer to be the pants person?

I don't think that wearing pants implies anything about the wearer.  They're not tomboys, or guy wannabes.  I'm deeply annoyed, because I wear pants sometimes, and if anyone wants to impute any characteristic about me from that fact, they can go straight to hell. 

Kay, not wearing pants!!  (Actually, I'm wearing pajamas, which don't count.)

Happy Critters

I was spending an afternoon at the home of my friend, who has the cat and the dog.  This time, my friend was sleeping after lunch, and I was going through FaceBook, when the cat got up on the arm of my chair, and started to purr!

She purred and purred and purred, and I stroked her while she was purring.  After a while, she took off, and checked out her food situation, and then came and sat on the rug. 

The dog was fast asleep.  If he's hungry, he comes up to my friend and wags his tail.  Sometimes, after a meal, he sits down and wags his tail, for no obvious reason. 

Both the purring and the tail- wagging are telling us that they're happy!  They're happy at us.  This is one reason, I'm sure, that people have cats and dogs: they're happy, and they make houses into more cheerful places.  Of course, having a dog or cat uses up some money; they have to have food (though some experts insist that home-cooked food is best for them, like boiled chicken and rice ... I don't really know (did I hear yams?  I can't remember; I guess I could Google it).  You really can't be depressed if you have a dog around. 

Most cats don't really try to cheer you up, but they certainly are company.  You can talk at them, but they don't understand a thing you say.  A really smart cat might pick up a word or two; like I know my friend's cat knows 'outside' (she's an indoor/ outdoor cat).  If you ask her "Outside?" she immediately runs to the door. 

Don't just run out and get a pet just from my recommendation; don't forget that I don't have a pet either!  And don't buy a fancy pet from the pet store; there are hundreds of pets waiting to be adopted at the humane society.  If you do get a pet, please have them fixed.  (Some people who get female cats, leave them intact.   Then a boy cat comes along and gets her pregnant, and once the kittens arrive, no one can bring themselves to kill them, they look so cute!!  So fixing the pets as soon as they're ready for it is the kindest thing to do.  Then, (unless you're a maniacal anti-vaxxer) you must give them their shots, to prevent them getting distemper, and rabies, and so on.  (Shots are expensive.)

Wow.  I hadn't expected to make an appeal to get a pet when I started this post!  If you do get one, and it's a female, you could call it after one of my heroes!

Kay

Smelling Like Cake?

Apparently, lots of women like Vanilla as a fragrance to wear!  Who knew?  (Apparently everyone but me.)

I never bring up the topic of fragrances with my girlfriends usually, because I rarely wear perfume.  I have a bottle someone gave me long ago, and just keep using that!  Just the thought that I should buy another perfume is completely off my radar!  And it's unlikely to be vanilla, let me tell you. 

Now we're getting into personal stuff, but, you know, I have generally considered myself to be pretty girly: I prefer to wear skirts than pants (though I must say I did often wear jeans to class, especially early Fall and late Spring).  I have some clothes that have a touch of lace on them—just a touch—and I like to cook, and that sort of thing.  I don't like guy sports, though I've watched enough football to talk about it in general terms.  Tennis is the game I like to play—I should say liked, because I haven't played in so long!—and that's it, for me. 

But, vanilla?  I don't know... When I used to snort down entire sheaves of Amazon 'sapphic' romances, I used to read descriptions of these gorgeous women whose hair smelled of vanilla, and I used to think, ew.  What will it be next, chocolate?  Lemon is somehow OK; in fact I read somewhere that the oil distilled from citrus rind was important in the perfume industry.  In fact, I remember that it was a book of my mom's, from way back; it was a set of (straight) romances, before I gave up on them and started reading lesfic instead. 

Anyway, I had better get used to smelling vanilla on women. 

Kay

The Day After Thanksgiving

I don't want to go into too much detail, but I enjoyed a very happy Thanksgiving!  I made a rare trip to visit my folks, and was surprised once again by how much everybody had aged.  And they claimed that I had aged—which was all in their imagination, because (as Aggie would say), other than that, the same.  A few extra pounds, lighter- looking hair, that's all. 

The best of all were the nieces and nephews!  I was seeing some of them for the very first time; one of my siblings lives out West, and another lives in New England, so visiting them is difficult. 

My goodness; once they had decided that I was interesting, it was Auntie, this, and Auntie, that; basically the munchkins wanted an audience for their silliness, and man was it silly.  So I played along, and it was more fun than the adults talking about politics.  (Some of them were conservatives, who were beginning to seriously doubt that Trump's team could run the country.)

The little people's playing involved a lot of running, which I managed to get out of.  I can't remember ever having that much energy. 

Well, even taking into account all the faults of my family, I have to admit I had fun, even watching all the running.  Some of the older cousins sat round the TV, watching football.  The tiny kids were infinitely more fun than that,  though I certainly watched some football when I was in college.  One of the littlest ones crawled up in my lap, and looked into my face, and she said she loved me!  Well!  What can I say?  I guess I have that kind of face. 

Kay

Caitlin Clark Still in the News

Well, I don't think Caitlin has really done anything newsworthy; it's just that the META (aka Facebook) AI (aka Algorithms) knows by now that I like Caitlin, and they keep putting Caitlin pics in my feed, with some silly, marginal stories to go along with them.  The stories are all about the mean sports commentators, or sports writers who expressed negative opinions about Caitlin; or they'd show a cute pic of Lexie Hull (a fellow player in Caitlin's Indianapolis team, and a close friend), and quote something supportive that Lexie said some months ago.  Lexie is a sweetheart, and she always says nice things about Caitlin, so this is not news.  Same goes for most of the other women in The Fever. 

But here's the thing.  In every photo of Caitlin, they always show a happy girl, with a big smile!  Sometimes I'm in a bad mood, or just sulking because of my own personal problems.  But these pics of Caitlin Clark always cheer me up.  Always.

Kay

OK, it's Thursday, and I'm trying to cast to my TV from my phone.  By some coincidence, a big photo of Caitlin is on the screen, from YouTube!  She isn't a great beauty, but somehow she glows; I wish I could radiate that sort of image!

Well, it's Saturday.  I just saw a video clip of Caitlin from a game—damn, I didn't notice against what team—where she is frustrated by not making a certain basket.   They don't show how it fails; I guess it must've bounced out of the rim.  She was so frustrated; she walked around, cursing to herself, and then she stamped her foot!  I don't know what the significance of that was, but perhaps she was fined, or warned, or something, for that little lapse of sportsmanship.

But I felt so sympathetic!  I wanted to give her a hug!  I felt as though she was my child.  She's hardly a decade younger than me, but if I had a child, I'd want her to be just like that.  Maybe a little less driven!

She's so perfect in so many ways, I feel so anxious that all her nice qualities will be used up in a couple of years, and she'll end up just like all the other athletes, impatient and angry.