[T]he vibe that Middleton gives off is one that says, “I really like my
husband, and his presence is my present”. Not in any sort of “I’ll be
the doting Leave It To Beaver wife caricature hardcore
feminists mock” way, but in a, “I married a man I enjoy being with, and
we’re going to make this unique situation we find ourselves in work”
fashion that can’t help but catch you attention.
This public, visible, and seemingly genuine support for her husband
is attractive to other men. It is said that girls are on the lookout for
their “Prince Charming”, but I would add that most guys are on the
lookout for their Duchess of Cambridge as well. We want someone who
likes us and thinks we are worth their time, love, and public
This, of course, leads into another discussion (for another time) of
men needing to be worthy of such affection and admiration, but the fact
remains that when men see another man’s wife tr…
I'm everywhere online, it seems. This blog, another blog (though increasingly less frequently 'twould appear), old blogs (up above there), Twitter and Facebook. Lots of presence, lots of words--too many probably. For what? To hear myself talk (or "see" myself "write")?
The act of writing organizes thoughts. But now is seems like my thoughts on various and sundry topics have been organized and filed already. I've written and opined for a decade or so on may topics and now I feel like, too often, I'm just repeating myself. It's a challenge to say something new about the same ol' same ol', isn't it? To not repeat yourself or echo others? I guess that's nothing new. But it's a tough standard and one to which I scarcely adhere. I guess the trick is to say the same thing in new and interesting ways. Or don't say anything at all.
So onward. Writing organizes, yes. But it also takes work, which means practice, which means, y…
My sister Jana had a brain tumor a couple years ago and blogged about it. Well, it came back and she has had a second brain surgery - and she's blogging about it again. I was always a little afraid of her even though she's two years younger than me; I worried she could kick my ass. I still think she could...and she can definitely kick tumor ass, too.