Reflection or Crazy Hormonal Bitch Session? You Choose!

So the the blog name is a little misleading, right? I bet if you have read any one of my blog !
postings, the biggest red flag is the considerable lack of sarcasm. This is what happens when you name your blog before you make life changes. Yanno, like you used to be an extremely sarcastic ass, who decided their life was for shit, so made some positive changes and started shitting glitter and rainbows. Yep, this is what has happened to me for the most part. Life was shit, I got a clue, I bitch slapped my inner whiner and "poof", like magic, my life greatly improved. Yay for Dinah for getting her shish together! *Shoots glitter, but no rainbows, I've been doing a cleanse.*

Ahhh, but here's the rub. That cynical, sarcastic bitch, as hard as I have tried to annihilate her, still resides deep inside.  She's not dead, just dormant.  She rears her amazingly petulant head when I have A: Had way too much to drink or B: When I'm hormonal. Seeing that I have not had any alcohol this week, I'm going to blame today on the hormones. Yes, let's!


Lumbersexuals.  People want the tag this as a trend, but in the PNW, it's just a way of life for some.  Guys here, for the most part, ARE outdoorsy.  They know they will inevitably get wet, so they don't put a lot of effort toward their look. Worn jeans, flannel shirts, work boots, seemingly ungroomed beard and Carhartt jacket make up their unofficial uniform.  For some reason, the rest of the country has latched on to this look. Why??!! It's a horrible look guys. It doesn't make you look rugged, or sexy.  It simply makes you look lazy, like you gave up and just hope fate throws a suitable mate into your pathway. People like to poke fun at me for my interest in Asian men, but I would like to point out that for the most part, they are wayyyy better dressed. And I'm not complaining about an occasional casual look. We do all that from time to time. Some days you just want to hang. On those days nothing more than jeans and a tee is required. This is acceptable when meeting for a quick coffee or perusing the bookstore. Meeting up for a musical, dressed like Paul Bunyan, it is not.

Remember how I said that for some, it's a way of life? Yeah, well for many of our rugged residents, dressing for dinner means putting on the blue flannel instead of the red one. This look exasperates me. I can't determine if you are decent looking or not, with all that fur on your face.  Lot's of guys expect us women to be waxed to the bare minimum, yet you show up looking like yetis and expect us to fall all over you.  I'm not shallow, but if you insist on wearing your ball cap low on your brow and  support an impressive mountain man beard, you are giving me about as much visual information to go on, as if you wore a bag over your head.  At least with the bag, I wouldn't keep fixating on the hairs that keep curling into your mouth, every time you take a drink of your beer. All I'm saying is I make an effort, why can't you?

Netizens. Oh you throngs of keyboard clicking waste of humans. And no, I'm not pointing this toward the normal citizens of the Internet,  who go about their daily lives exploring websites, reading, watching and absorbing content, while engaging in thoughtful discourse and debate. I'm talking about the bottom feeders of the net, that have such ineffectual lives that they focus their inner self loathing toward others, who are actually doing something with theirs. They work hard to discredit and abuse those they sometimes claim to admire. Why do you feel the need to infect the web with your poison words? You troll a pretty, yet over weight girl who posts pictures of herself in the prom dress she is trying to sell. You attack and sometimes 'de-friend' people who are supposedly your 'friends' on Facebook, because they dare to have beliefs different than yours. Your idol starts to date, or *gasp* actually shows a human side and you start a verbose attack on their fan pages, going beyond expressing your disappointment, but aiming for the jugular, often times with crazy town threats and wild fantasy driven accusations.  For the love of *insert deity of your choice here*, please get a grip and channel that passion into something positive. Fight against your primitive impulse to eat, fuck, shit and kill.  Join the human race, why doncha?  You might actually find yourself living a happier, fulfilling life. 

Life Style Mockers.  So you're not into CrossFit.  You can't imagine why girls want to have well defined muscles and gladiator like strength.  The fact she has better muscle tone and stamina than you do, does not make her mannish.  She is not less feminine because she does not fit your personal preference.  Stop telling her that others will find her less desirable and trying to discourage her from a course that has improved her self esteem, her health, and given her a new positive view of life.  Her life choice is not an insult or a threat to you. So why do you feel the need to constantly tell her how she makes YOU feel?  If you feel less of a man around her, then that is your problem, not hers. 

You can't imagine never not eating meat again.  You find dietary restrictions annoying and stupid.  That's you dude.  Get over it.  Would you mock a diabetic for avoiding sugar? Tease someone with Crones Disease for eliminating gluten? Why are you bugging if someone decides this is the course they wish to take? Look at it this way, more steak for you! 

But on the other hand, if the thought of eating an animal byproduct repulses you and you feel the need to protect all the creatures, big and small, don't try to guilt me because I need a burger occasionally or have a strong craving for hot wings. We can co-exist, I swear! I will take a bullet for you and eat all of that offending meat, if you promise to keep me in steady supply of yummy vegan dishes that I also crave habitually. 

Rude/Inconsiderate People: Common courtesy and general etiquette seem to be dying.  I do recognize that some of my gripe is due to regional differences. I think southern people are just more courteous in general, but it's dying a slow death there too.  I recently saw a woman struggling to push a heavy shopping cart with a toddler in it and holding onto a six year old boy.  The boy apparently wanted something she had in her purse so he made a grab for it and all the contents went flying down the aisle.  The mother exclaimed in horror, the toddler started howling, the six year, now loose, started to do the naughty stuff six year old boys will do, like climb on the shelves.  The mother was trying to give each situation her attention, all at once, despite her obvious distress, the crappy thing is her belongings were being ( I kid you not) kicked aside or run over by other shoppers.  I had to restrain myself from yelling at those A-holes.  I was a bit away, but I hurried down the aisle, halted the other rude shoppers, told the mom to grab the errant boy and picked up her stuff to put back into her purse. The other shoppers could have just turned around and gone the other way or even lent a hand, but they were just pissed that their path was impeded and took the opportunity to voice their displeasure. I did tell them I thought they were jackasses and hoped they never needed help in public, because, yanno, karma. 

Have the general public just lost all compassion? Is it that hard to help a person in need? Open a door for someone encumbered with an arm full?  If you are my cashier, a hello or how are you today, is appreciated. I often beat them to it, but I have had several cashiers just grunt at me. Grunt!!! I also recently saw a short woman reaching for something on a shelf that was just out of reach, only to have a man reach over her and grab the item and walk off.  I am also short, so the struggle is real.  I have had people help me out from time to time and it was greatly appreciated. This guy was beyond jerk. Luckily a taller woman came behind him and helped the woman out. 

Please, thank you, excuse me. These should be as automatic as breathing. Give your seat to someone that needs it more. It's a no brainer really.  Why are social niceities becoming a thing of the past? Don't let it guys, or we become little better than the beasts we pride ourselves in being better than. 

Okay, rant over. I think now that I have vented, I can be my normal, smiley, happy self again. Find your bliss. Claim your happiness. Shoot glitter and rainbows out of your asses, because life is really too short to dwell upon all the crappy, annoying things in this world. Namaste.