White House Gone Wild!

I woke up at 4am this morning and noticed the TV was still on. I must have fallen asleep again while watching something on the Comedy Channel. Well, if any of you watch the Comedy Channel then you know that after 11pm all bets are off on that network. You never know what type of late night crap is going to be on that channel in the wee hours. Last night's programming was a particularly classy choice of "Girls Gone Wild". God! I hate that sexist stupid series of, what can only be called, smut. It's horrible. But then this morning while watching MSNBC I was thinking that a good name for the current administration would be "White House Gone Wild." The name leaves all kinds of unwelcomed images in one's mind. Bush and Cheney together....Cheney and Laura....Bush, Cheney, Laura, and Gonzonles...anyway...I found some cool pics. So today's post will hopefully be a little less serious and will put a smile on your face to help you through the week. Click on the link at the end and get ready to laugh....

http://www.funsnap.com/1/bushgirl.swf

Have a good week!!!!

Bumper Sticker Philosophy

I have developed a bit of a "bumper sticker philosophy" over the years. Like the bumper sticker on the right. It's a little blurry so I'll tell you what it says. It says, "Jesus Loves You, But I Still Think You're a Cunt." I love this bumper sticker. Why, you ask? Because it's honest. Not the pretentious crap you usually see on the bumpers of cars. Based on my bumper sticker philosophy I will interpret some common stickers for you now.

"Real Men Love Their Wives" Meaning...I'm boning my secretary, don't tell my wife.

"Real Men Love Jesus" Meaning...I'm boning the Church Secretary, don't tell my wife or Jesus.

"R.I.P. No. 3" Meaning...I love NASCAR, PBR beer, Duct Tape, and hunting things while smelling like deer urine.

"W" Meaning...I love NASCAR, PBR Beer, Duct Tape, and hunting things while smelling of deer urine. I also think education is incredibly over rated.

"It's a Child, Not a Choice" Meaning...I don't support abortion, sex education, condoms, or hygiene or women's rights. I also don't support state sponsored early childhood education, welfare, free lunch programs at schools, or free health care. I want the women to have their babies but I won't help raise them.

"Don't Meddle in the Affairs of Dragons, For You Are Tasty and Crunchy With Ketchup" Meaning...I have no life or no girlfriend. I still play Dungeons and Dragons and live with my mom even though I'm 42. I spend most of my weekends surfing Internet porn sites. I'm pretty sure that Sheila from "Horny Shemales" loves me. I will marry him/her one day.

"My Child is an Honor Student but My President is a Moron" Meaning...How in the hell did I end up in East Tennessee?

If you were offended by the post above, I offer no apologies. I gladly exercise my first amendment rights to free speech and telling the truth. You can always go watch Fox News if you need a Right Wing fix.

Sexism in the City

If I have learned anything by being a female executive it's that sexism is alive and well. Actually it's more than just alive and well, it's damn thriving and reproducing out there.

This week I have been reminded with terrible clarity just how much of an uphill climb it is to be a professional female in a male dominated profession. A coworker wanted to fight with me about how I run my department. I can handle that. It comes with the title. The problem is when he started telling me how to think, what to feel and how feeble my strategies were. I seriously doubt those words would have been uttered to a man. Men just don't talk like that to other men. I find that men, especially in the older generations, like around ages 65 to 75, seem to have a real chip on their shoulder when it comes to women in the workplace. The man who attempted to tell me how I should behave, feel, and act while at work was in his late 60's. What do you tell a man like that? Their sexist ways are hard coded into their psychological make up. It's how they grew up. Believe me, many times I have wanted to say, "Would you just hurry up and die already."

What bothers me even more is how I handled the whole thing. I stood up during the meeting and called them all arrogant pricks in a muttering, pissed off way. I then walked outside to a remote part of the building and cried like a baby. I didn't want to cry but I was so angry that I had lost control. As I have told many people close to me, when I get mad enough to cry...run! There are times when I get that angry that I think about pulling a man's still beating heart out of his chest. Just like on the movies. It scares me when I get that way. But no doubt, crying probably fit perfectly into my co worker's sexist view of women in the workplace. He no doubt thought that was a sign that I couldn't handle it, when actually it was a sign of something totally different.

I once heard someone say that being a "trail blazer" in society was a horrible cross to bear. We tend to make struggles like that of Martin Luther King, Indira Gandhi, etc seem romantic and noble. In reality they're hard, lonely, and dangerous struggles. Most often the changes they cause aren't recognized until they're dead. Even leaders like Pat Head Summit struggle with sexist, bigoted idiots. There isn't a male coach alive that could claim the accomplishments that she has had. Yet she makes less money than the less-than-stellar football coach. What a shame.

I don't compare myself to the greats of this world. I hope to have learned from them though. It's hard being the only female executive in the 40 year history of this company. I often wonder if the toils and strife of this job are worth it. Does it even make a difference? I think not.