bookmark_borderteens today…

I don’t own this t-shirt nor do I wish to purchase it. (I do find it somewhat amusing but I’m a bit risque that way.)

I mention it because today I saw a teenage girl wearing this garment. Her friend (Shirley to her Laverne, I guess) was wearing one that said “LOL at your face.” I guess she was playing hard to get — or maybe she’s just a bit more picky.

In the same establishment were a bunch of little ones and their people. It crossed my mind that I could have one of those little ones back at my pad (or, I guess, out in public in a dining establishment.) Or I just as easily could be the mother of a member of the t-shirted teen clique.

So I was sitting here thinking about t-shirts and I found some that were kinda fitting for this post but many online were quite mean-spirited. I like kids — just not at my house.

My feelings are similar to Helen Gurley Brown’s…

Helen Gurley Brown
“My sister, Mary, had polio and was in a wheelchair all her life,” Brown says. “I know what it is to care for somebody. I didn’t want the responsibility for any other little creatures. I have never regretted that decision.”

I also relate to Ms. Cho…(not really but she does amuse)

Margaret Cho
“I do not want children. When I see children, I feel nothing. I have no maternal instinct. I am barren. I ovulate sand…I look at children and feel no pull toward them, no desire whatsoever. Actually, my fiance‚ and I have seen some very interesting personal ads of 50-year-olds that like to wear diapers. So we’re thinking of adopting one of these guys. A baby by choice.”

And I’ll close with Dolly — I have a feeling she’s over the guilt. Life is too short.

Dolly Parton
“I was feeling guilty about not having kids, about having a career, that I’m not the woman I should be because I don’t have a desire to have them, that I was selfish.”

bookmark_borderprisons, wayward youth and home decor

I belong to a bookclub and I love to read. The book we’re reading now got wonderful reviews. It’s an “extraordinary academic comic novel … that bursts with imagination” — so there must be something wrong with me — I think it was just, well, okay.

Dunno. I have about 50 pages to go and I don’t feel like picking it up tonight. I will finish it though — I’ve read all the books we’ve selected — but I have felt this way about many of them.

It’s gotta be me. We choose good books. Interesting books. Well-reviewed books. This is not to say I haven’t enjoyed any of them — I liked about half of them. Perhaps this is normal. But it seems to me the other members like more of them than I do.

I think it’s because — while I am a big reader — I don’t read a lot of fiction and I think one needs to take the time to learn to enjoy it. Kinda like the way I grew to love coffee.

My friend J. made a excellent point recently that reading fiction is more rewarding than reading nonfiction because good fiction lets us explore human issues without the burden of too much real life information. Stories somehow allow us to get to a deeper truth.

Okay. I believe this. This is why I am in the bookclub — in addition to the fact that I like the people and the food is always tasty. Yet, I have not embraced fiction in my regular reading.

I’m still reading about issues, things and places. Hard and unbending things — coupled with David Sedaris’ stuff, which makes me very happy.

I also enjoy reading about workplace issues and the world of work stuff like: Hello Laziness!: Why Hard Work Doesn’t Pay, Your Call Is Important to Us: The Truth About Bullshit and I Can’t Believe She Did That! Why Women Betray Other Women at Work. (I think I like very long titles involving colons.)

I also enjoy reading about prisons and wayward youth.

Oh, and decor magazines … home fashion makes me almost as warm inside as crimes and crack heads.