Whenever I am traveling or out somewhere remote, I definitely wish I had a penis. Why, you ask? Because a guy can pee ANYWHERE. On a long drive and have to pee with no rest area for miles? Pull over and pee on the side of the road. Camping in the woods with no bathroom? Walk up to the nearest tree and pee. Traveling in another country and the public restrooms have the “hole-in-the-ground” type of toilet (so it’s really not a toilet)? No problem, just stand there and aim for the hole.
A guy doesn’t have to worry about squatting and peeing on his leg or feet. He doesn’t have to worry about unsanitary toilet seats or lay that wispy piece of tissue paper on the toilet seat. He doesn’t have to worry about toilet paper. Hell, he doesn’t even have to pull his pants down and stretch out his underwear. (Seriously, do you pull your underwear down to your knees or your ankles?) And don’t even get me started on urine tests. Seriously. There is just no way for a woman not to get pee all over herself or her hands. So, yeah, times like these I wish I had a penis, Dr. Freud.
And another thing (or two or five) . . .
- I’m not the only one who thinks about penis envy.
- March is Women’s History Month. Did you know it started out as a day, then expanded to a week, and finally became a whole month?
- Kind of interesting—find out your personality based on the date of your birth.
- Wednesday was World Wildlife Day. National Geographic photographer Joel Sartore started the PhotoArk project to capture images of the world’s species before they disappear.
- Because there is no such thing as too many baby goat videos.
I’ve been reading . . . Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson and Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout. I finished At the Water’s Edge by Sara Gruen, who also wrote Water for Elephants. Ok, so this story was predictable and some people who have read it found it difficult to connect to the characters, BUT I enjoyed the book. Beyond the somewhat ridiculous plot and, at times, Harlequin romancy-ness, is the story of a naïve, rich young woman who develops into a woman of substance and finds meaning in true friendship and love. And, it’s set at the end of World War II, and you know I love reading about life during the war. If you’re looking for in-depth literature, take a pass on this. But for an easy read and interesting enough story, At the Water’s Edge is not a bad choice.
I’ve been watching . . . movies again. Still no shows I want to watch, although I’m eagerly awaiting the new season starts of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (April 15) and Game of Thrones (April 24).
I saw Spotlight (before the Oscars), and, wow, definitely a movie worth a Best Picture win. It’s about the Boston Globe’s “Spotlight” team of investigative reporters who investigate and report on child sex abuse by numerous Catholic priests. This movie was so well done, and I was riveted throughout it. You wonder how so many people could stay silent for so long. (Believe me, silence is not golden.) And you question what it means to be ethical.
There is one point when this character, an attorney for the church, says he can’t share information because it would be unethical, and I’m thinking, is keeping silent ethical? Was it ethical for these priests to take advantage of young kids? I’m not even Catholic and I felt such a personal connection to this film.
I’ve been listening to . . . The National yet again. Coming back from my tropical trip to snow here, The National is good winter music.
(Image of Dr. Freud found on Wikipedia.)