The Third Sex

I don't want this journal to turn in to all politics, all the time. Nevertheless, you might be interested in the GOP Platform approved in Tampa. There's much that can be said, but I will spare you that and let you think for yourself.

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Last night after a very busy night of being teachers, Bryon and I made it home. We whisked through our Tuesday night chores, and then I sat down on the couch and turned on the television in time to catch Ann Romney and Chris Christie do their thing.

Let's imagine, for a moment, that you are like me...a woman that didn't have children. I am not anti-children. I just didn't have them. Or, if you prefer, I have 50 a semester. Bryon has a 150 a semester.

Okay, so, no children. I have dedicated my life to teaching other people's children.

Here are some excerpts from Ann's speech.

I want to talk to you about that love so deep only a mother can fathom it -- the love we have for our children and our children's children. (because women like me can't fathom that deep a love because we aren't mothers?)

And the working moms who love their jobs but would like to work just a little less to spend more time with the kids, but that's just out of the question with this economy. (Ann is speaking to a sub-set of working moms, but there is no balance in this speech to focus on working moms who don't want less of their career, or even might want more.)

And if you listen carefully, you'll hear the women sighing a little bit more than the men. It's how it is, isn't it? (Men, you just don't give enough of a damn, do you?)

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There’s Nothing for a Monkey Man Like You to Do

Famous lyric from "I'm Going to Chicago," just in case you didn't know what the heck that title was. What this means is that I won't be writing here again until Tuesday, although no doubt I'll have some things to share from the convention then.

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What do I owe you yet? A couple of book and movie reviews, a report on current writing projects, and a tentative little piece called "Tissue of Lies" which will once again deal with the exciting world of dysfunction! Until then, I'm going to leave you with a couple of images from the Mac Duggal collection that would be in my closet. If I bought that kind of thing instead of books and cruises.

(For all you sugar mommies and daddies out there, that would be a size 20.)

(most likely this one is a 16W)

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