Not In My Hoo Hoo!

In my ‘I Blame Kindergarten‘ post I jokingly mentioned spraying your kid down with Lysol to keep germs at bay, and by “at bay” I meant away from me.
Apparently, way back in the day Lysol already had a similar idea…
Aimed at women… And is wasn’t for colds and flu!
leaves barUh. No! And eeewwwwww.

Really?? Ya’ know what else incompatible means? Fuck off.

Shipwrecked?? “Lysol has prevented many such tragedies??” Hahahaha.

Maybe YOU can plant one of those rationed kisses on my ass.

I think I threw up a little reading this one. The last Q&A is the worst.
“…and use every means in her power to remain glamorous, dainty and lovely to love.”
leaves barI really don’t know how women survived back then with ads like these. They’re so degrading and sexist. I would’ve NEVER gotten married.

Oh, but wait. Men used Lysol back then too.
Aw. For their sensitive skin..

I can think of another use.
Try putting some Lysol on those bad boys!
And PS – Um. Yeah. I’m pretty sure we  can all resist “schweddy balls.”
leaves barI know people say, “it’s just the way it was back then” but I don’t buy it. I think women are women and offensive is offensive. They knew it then just as we know it now.
But what could they do?
Back then the men were barely out of the caves and still thought it was okay to grab their woman by the hair and drag her home to cook and clean.
But apparently, no sex until after Lysol.

Kudos to the women who went before me and actually had to put up with this bullshit and lived thru it.
There is no way I’d be swishin’ my “hoo hoo” with Lysol just to have sex with some guy!
leaves barMimi’s quote for the day –
And if he tells you to put Lysol on your “Hoo Hoo” you don’t have to do that either.
leaves barfeather

THE DEATH OF PSYCHO HANGMAN

Remember that time I told you about watching an old game show episode from the 70’s/80’s and Monte Hall was a total dick to the couple because they were living together and not married? And how curiosity got the better of me and I had to stalk look up this couple to see if they made it, which they did and it was very cool because now they were grandparents???
You can read it here if you missed it.
Well. I did something similar watching one of my creepy crime shows.
leaves barWhen I sew, I turn on the creepy crime documentaries playlist on YouTube. I listen to them more than watch and all of the sudden I hear them mention Boise, Idaho.
Ding!
I stop sewing and start watching. It was a horrific crime that actually took place somewhere else but the people involved had some kind of ties to Boise. Well, me being me. I had to know if this story, much like the game show people, had a happy ending for the girl who survived. Thankfully it did. She lives here in Boise! In fact, she and all of her sisters live here.
– And that’s as far as my stalking looking her up to make sure there was a happy ending goes. – But then I had an awful thought…
Psycho Hangman.
leaves barPsycho Hangman was born in Michigan. Psycho Hangman is like regular Hangman except all of the words are like straitjacket, murder, axe, knife, blood, zip ties, etc.
A group of us would go out to eat at some lit’l hole-in-the-wall, 24-hour diner with sticky cramped booths and paper placemats. Well, while we waited for our food we’d flip the placemats over and start playing Hangman. Inevitably the waitresses would pass by and try to hustle in on our game by shouting out answers. I’m like, hey, not your game. No shouting out answers. So, all of the games thereafter had creepy crime clues. Once the waitresses saw a few of the words they stopped butting in.
Mission accomplished and Psycho Hangman was born.
leaves barFast forward to Idaho. We still play this game. Now I’m wondering if we played it in a diner where maybe that girl from the crime documentary or her sisters may have worked! I would feel horrible if we left our placemat for all the world to see and one of them saw it!
What if our simple, lit’l twisted game served as some kind of trigger that caused some kind of mental distress for one of them?
Thus, the “death of Psycho Hangman.”
G_ _ _D   BY_    PSY_H_  HANGMAN.
Y_U’LL   B _   MISS_D.
leaves barBeing the bitch that I am I often don’t pause before opening my mouth and saying – or writing – something that may be potentially harmful to someone else.
But. Being my father’s daughter, more often than not I do pause.
I never intentionally hurt someone’s feelings unless I don’t like them. At which point and time I may give them just a little tongue lashing pop up side their head to let them know back off. Or, if they’re stupid and choose to continue on. I will shred them with my tongue and then they’ll back off.
Again. Being my father’s daughter. I also take no shit.leaves barMy point is this. We all go thru our days living our lives being our fabulous selves, and sometimes not so fabulous selves without much thought as to how our fabulousness or not so fabulousness affects those around us.
More often than not we don’t pause.
More often than not we should pause.
leaves barOne of my most favorite bloggers, Joe over at ‘Cranky Old Man‘ wrote a wonderful post about seeing certain situations from another’s perspective. It’s titled, “What If?” It’s a great read and you really should go over and read it if you haven’t already.
leaves barIN OTHER NEWS – I think I’m on the tail end of my “bug.” Yay! My right ear is still plugged up and I’ve got that whole drippy/stuffy nostril thing going on but for the most part the marshmallow head is gone. Our weather is cooperating with temps in the 80’s so I can sit outside and let the beautiful sunshine warm my bones.
My week ahead will consist in attempting to get back to normal and actually get some projects done!
I hope your week ahead is filled with much sunshine and please, remember to pause from time to time and pay attention to those around you.leaves barMimi’s quote for the day – leaves barfeather