Touchy, Touchy

Touchy, Touchy
There is this weird thing that some men/boys do that, apparently, they think they can get away with. Touching women. I don’t mean on the shoulder or the elbow or even pinching a cheek. I mean “touching”, as in patting her ass or brushing a hand across her breasts or even putting a hand up her skirt. You know why they think they can get away with it? Because they can. Because we simply pretend it didn’t happen.

Seat Hogs

Seat Hogs
Whether it's on a bus, in the movies or on a plane, why do some people just think it's okay to spread their legs, their arms and whatever they're reading in front of me? Did they pay extra for the privilege or do they simply consider it a birthright?

Aisle Be Seeing You

Aisle Be Seeing You
Women who don’t normally spend a lot of time in the kitchen still sometimes find themselves walking the grocery store aisles. Which leads me to this burning question: what idiot decides which products go in each aisle?

Aisle Be Seeing You

Aisle Be Seeing You
Women who don't normally spend a lot of time in the kitchen still sometimes find themselves walking the grocery store aisles. Which leads me to this burning question: what idiot decides which products go in each aisle?

Rules were made to be. . .

Rules were made to be. . .

I can't help wondering what would have happened if Joe Paterno was a woman. . .

Booooooo Hoo

Booooooo Hoo
Why can’t we have a week of Halloween? You spend so much time preparing – designing your costume, figuring out your makeup and accessories – that it’s gone before you know it. What’s that you say? You don’t dress up for Halloween? Are you kidding?

One, Two, Three Strikes You’re Bored

One, Two, Three Strikes You’re Bored

Is there anything more boring than baseball to women over 40? Oh, you like baseball? Good for you. Watch it non-stop for all I care. But stop subjecting me to the boring, repetitive non-action that is not nearly make up for by the occasional spurt of activity.

The Love Thing

The Love Thing

We all talk about love. But have you ever stopped to count the times you've actually been in it?

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The Little Wave

The Little Wave

Why is it so hard for some people to give the little wave? I mean, if I’m willing to let you in, at the very least, give me the little wave.

The Business of Traveling

The Business of Traveling

When you travel on business, someone else makes your bed, cleans the bathroom after you and delivers your dinner. Unless, of course, you’re a man, in which case probably your wife does that for you most of the time, anyway. Which explains why women over 40 – more than men – enjoy business travel. I can just hear the shouts of disagreement from men: “I cook dinner sometimes!” and . . . I can’t think of any possible other arguments.

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Stop Spending My Money on Sports

Stop Spending My Money on Sports

Clean Up Woman

Clean Up Woman

Don’t Get Hysterical

Don’t Get Hysterical
Don't deny it; you know you do it. You may pretend you don't, but let's be honest; you schedule that "special time" with yourself. I don't care what you call it and I don't care how you do it. Maybe you don't have a vibrator at the side of your bed. Maybe you just "hold" your need to urinate long enough for the pressure to build to the point of ecstasy - or you simply lean against the washing machine during an especially vigorous mode. But you do it.
Sure, we might not have the sex drive we had in our 20s or 30s. We may not even want to have sex with our partners at all. All I know is that I'm wistful for that time when you could go to the doctor for a "treatment" that not only feels so good - but could be paid for by your health insurance.They used to claim it was treatment for hysteria http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_hysteria. That's got a nice ring to it. Because sometimes, it might be the only thing that keeps you sane
Can you imagine going to your doctor for a "pelvic massage" or "hydrotherapy" to achieve an "hysterical paroxysm" like women did for hundreds of years? The thought alone makes me downright giddy. Why, I'd even be willing to pay out-of-pocket. Imagine how much money could be made . . . the clinics, the apparatus, the advertising dollars spent. We could have our own Guilded Age! It could be a veritable gold mine! Which makes me wonder: could this be the solution to the health care and the budget problem in this country?
Quick: somebody call John Boehner. I'll bet his wife will thank us.

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