Ah, Procrastination!
Mar. 31st, 2008 02:39 pmI am working on my Remix fic. I'm finding it hard going right now, because of the scene I'm at. ::Sigh:: So, I'll prattle.
First, Feeding Therapy Day 11: we have had some progress! Toby actually took some nibbles from a cracker spread with Laughing Cow cheese. I was so happy I almost cried. Literally. We'll see what he does today. Plus, an OT agreed to see us next Monday. Hubby won't be able to go, but I'm not going to miss this opportunity, unless he really objects. Must call him.
Second, BSG. We just started season 2.5. LOVING THE SERIES, and my OTP is totally Adama/Roslin. Not into Starbuck/Apollo at all, although I adore Starbuck especially. I just like her better on her own, or with that brother-sister vibe with Apollo. (
thistlerose, this is all speculation, not spoilers! :) ) I love how they write women in this series, and have a very important question:
If you could only be one of the two, would you rather be Kaylee Frye or Kara Thrace? Must do that as a proper poll.
Third, speaking of women. I've been starting to wear makeup. This is very odd.
I've been feeling very much like a frump these days. I wear sweats at home, because my maternity jeans don't fit right and I only own one pair of non-maternity jeans that fit. I wear plain t-shirts, sometimes still maternity. I don't wear jewelry because Trevor grabs it, and I wear my hair in a ponytail for the same reason. I usually have spit-up stains somewhere on my person.
I've started Weight Watchers and losing weight. I'm totally at peace with that, because I'm at a weight where I need to lose to be healthy, not just attractive. (Although that's a nice benefit.) When Toby asks me why I go to Weight Watchers or why I exercise, I tell him, "Because I want to get healthy." I can handle the fact I've been whitening my teeth, or that I color my hair- I've been doing the later since I was 20 and my hair went mouse instead of the blonde it had been. It looked terrible, because my complexion didn't change to match it. Of course, now the amount of gray in it is ridiculous (my family grays early), but still. I firmly look better with my hair dyed. I like how I look better with my hair dyed.
But I've always been a bit anti-makeup. Not totally, mind you. There's a girly-girl part of me that likes it, at least in principle. And I've never learned how to put it on properly. But at the same time, I kind of resent it because it IS an all-female thing, usually. Why does our society require women to paint their faces to look attractive, but not men? And some of it just seems silly- who decided that blue eyelids make a woman sexy? And yet... I've taken to wearing lip gloss, mascara, and a little powder when I leave the house.
I'm honest enough to say I used to think poorly of women who wear makeup. Mainly because there was a certain sort of girl- the popular girls with the "perfect" makeup- that tormented me in high school. "Nice girls" (to me) that wore makeup were pretty rare, so I really formed a strong association. But still.
I was reading an article in Philly magazine today about women who take their pre-pubescent daughters to spas. And I'm not talking for a mom/daughter manicure, which I think is cute. I'm talking about blowouts, eyebrow grooming, and bikini waxes. (Like an 8 year old has anything to wax?) It grosses me out that our society has gotten to the point where enough women would think that this is acceptable that a magazine would run an article on it. I mean, sure- teach your daughters good skin care, good dental hygiene, good hair care, even the basics of makeup and shaving as they get older. But that sort of intense grooming so young sends such a negative message to girls... you're not okay the way you are. You MUST change. Grooming for self confidence or because it pleases you to look a certain way is one thing. But grooming like this because you feel you must as a woman... well then, why don't we all just grip the bedposts and tighten our corsets again, huh? Might as well go all the way :P Bind our feet?
I guess I feel like because I'm wearing makeup I'm almost feeding into that machine, even in a tiny, tiny way. And yet, I feel pretty when I put on the makeup, and God knows I need to feel pretty, because right now I really don't and it is getting to the point where it's depressing. WW helps, but I need something more immediate.
Sometimes, being a woman can suck :P
I hear squawking. Better write while I can.
First, Feeding Therapy Day 11: we have had some progress! Toby actually took some nibbles from a cracker spread with Laughing Cow cheese. I was so happy I almost cried. Literally. We'll see what he does today. Plus, an OT agreed to see us next Monday. Hubby won't be able to go, but I'm not going to miss this opportunity, unless he really objects. Must call him.
Second, BSG. We just started season 2.5. LOVING THE SERIES, and my OTP is totally Adama/Roslin. Not into Starbuck/Apollo at all, although I adore Starbuck especially. I just like her better on her own, or with that brother-sister vibe with Apollo. (
If you could only be one of the two, would you rather be Kaylee Frye or Kara Thrace? Must do that as a proper poll.
Third, speaking of women. I've been starting to wear makeup. This is very odd.
I've been feeling very much like a frump these days. I wear sweats at home, because my maternity jeans don't fit right and I only own one pair of non-maternity jeans that fit. I wear plain t-shirts, sometimes still maternity. I don't wear jewelry because Trevor grabs it, and I wear my hair in a ponytail for the same reason. I usually have spit-up stains somewhere on my person.
I've started Weight Watchers and losing weight. I'm totally at peace with that, because I'm at a weight where I need to lose to be healthy, not just attractive. (Although that's a nice benefit.) When Toby asks me why I go to Weight Watchers or why I exercise, I tell him, "Because I want to get healthy." I can handle the fact I've been whitening my teeth, or that I color my hair- I've been doing the later since I was 20 and my hair went mouse instead of the blonde it had been. It looked terrible, because my complexion didn't change to match it. Of course, now the amount of gray in it is ridiculous (my family grays early), but still. I firmly look better with my hair dyed. I like how I look better with my hair dyed.
But I've always been a bit anti-makeup. Not totally, mind you. There's a girly-girl part of me that likes it, at least in principle. And I've never learned how to put it on properly. But at the same time, I kind of resent it because it IS an all-female thing, usually. Why does our society require women to paint their faces to look attractive, but not men? And some of it just seems silly- who decided that blue eyelids make a woman sexy? And yet... I've taken to wearing lip gloss, mascara, and a little powder when I leave the house.
I'm honest enough to say I used to think poorly of women who wear makeup. Mainly because there was a certain sort of girl- the popular girls with the "perfect" makeup- that tormented me in high school. "Nice girls" (to me) that wore makeup were pretty rare, so I really formed a strong association. But still.
I was reading an article in Philly magazine today about women who take their pre-pubescent daughters to spas. And I'm not talking for a mom/daughter manicure, which I think is cute. I'm talking about blowouts, eyebrow grooming, and bikini waxes. (Like an 8 year old has anything to wax?) It grosses me out that our society has gotten to the point where enough women would think that this is acceptable that a magazine would run an article on it. I mean, sure- teach your daughters good skin care, good dental hygiene, good hair care, even the basics of makeup and shaving as they get older. But that sort of intense grooming so young sends such a negative message to girls... you're not okay the way you are. You MUST change. Grooming for self confidence or because it pleases you to look a certain way is one thing. But grooming like this because you feel you must as a woman... well then, why don't we all just grip the bedposts and tighten our corsets again, huh? Might as well go all the way :P Bind our feet?
I guess I feel like because I'm wearing makeup I'm almost feeding into that machine, even in a tiny, tiny way. And yet, I feel pretty when I put on the makeup, and God knows I need to feel pretty, because right now I really don't and it is getting to the point where it's depressing. WW helps, but I need something more immediate.
Sometimes, being a woman can suck :P
I hear squawking. Better write while I can.