Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Unpleasant Words

 I like most words. I am happy experiencing a lot of words. Copiously prolix, am I. 

There are a few words, however, that I do not enjoy. They include:

Snuggle.

Cuddle.

Cozy.

Slurp.

Let's investigate.

Snuggle and cuddle fall into the same category of unpleasantness for me. They are so often used for description of "spending time physically entwined with one's significant other," but with cutesy, deliberately or euphemistically nonsexual overtones. These words might be appropriate in the context of young (literally juvenile) people, but for adults -- no. I'm not sure what word would be appropriate; clearly we do need a "non-sexual physical proximity" word out there in the world. Not these words, though. Ew. 

Cozy is not as bad as snuggle or cuddle. It is snuggle/cuddle adjacent in my mind, though, so I also include it in the list of words I do not enjoy.

Slurp. Just reading it, without even hearing the word aloud, makes me shudder, because I can hear the sound associated with the word inside my head when I see the word, and that puts my teeth on edge. No. Do not use this word. 

Munch. It is very similar to slurp, except... drier somehow? I do not care for this word either. 

Birth. Not as in "birthday" (which is fine), but as in, "to give birth" or "childbirth".  In my primitive brain there is violence and pain associated with birth in those contexts. There is no rocket science behind my aversion: the hatchings of the Offspring, overall, were difficult, frightening, unpleasant experiences. I don't want to think about that any more. The Offspring are lovely people, and we can talk about them instead of the process by which they entered this world. 

There are some words which other people loathe, which do not bother me at all. For example:

moist.

Nothing inherently wrong with moistness. Sometimes moistness is particularly positive, as in a moist cake. Mmmm, cake. The problem with moist is that it has been sexualized in a way that people do not like: for example, used as in the phrase, moist panties. Why is there a problem with the words used to indicate female sexual desire? Hmmm. What other words would you use instead? 

Actually, I don't care much for the word panties, now that I think about it. It's a little infantilizing. It's not as viscerally repellent a word as the others above, though, so we'll let that one go for now.

I think, perhaps, that a Part II: Pleasant Words, should be created, just to round matters out. Stay tuned....


Monday, February 15, 2021

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Saturday, February 13, 2021

Questionable Ads, Part Bazillion

 Facebook apparently thinks I need to devote more time to my appearance and private physical well-being. 

There seems to be quite the concern that I might be... too furry? I've gotten a tolerable ad for a "women's" razor:

But also, an ad for a men's razor -- the ad has been repurposed to allegedly target women as well. (I've spared you the video, which includes brief footage of a perky athletic young woman at a beach confidentially confiding about the grooming she prefers 'down there.'). I don't think I'll need the "odor-fighting ball spray":

Speaking of balls, there is this... exercise ball: 

There is this implement designed to tackle unsightly chin and neck issues:


And then there is... decorative jewelry. SWEET FANCIFUL MOSES, NO, FACEBOOK.


Friday, February 12, 2021

Pandemic Thoughts, Nine

 Herself speaks.

I've been doing fairly well, all things considered, given the sheer volume of Things I Have To Do and Responsibilities I Must Tend. 

I'm tired, though. 

And something about today was harder than usual. 

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I need... nurturing. 

I don't know how, or who, to ask for help with this. We're all busy, we're all barely scraping by, getting close to the year anniversary of the pandemic, everyone's struggling. No one has the bandwidth right now. I don't want to impose on anyone. Life is hard enough at the moment. 

Plus, it's embarrassing. I know I'm an adult and should be taking care of all the things myself, but could someone please just tend to me for a little bit?  It's ridiculous. 

Is it really so terrible to have needs, though? Or am I just trained to think it is? 

I... cannot think about this any more tonight. I think I'll just go sit on the couch with the small dogs. Tomorrow will be better.

As I've been told: 

All tunnels eventually end. Some are just longer than others. 

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Late Night Signs of Spring

The roses are starting again. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Med Time

Tiny Dog continues to be slightly under the weather. A few more meds (with pills coated in cream cheese, which makes them tastier), and hopefully she will perk up soon.


Bless her tiny furry heart.