Playing Left Field

When I imagined sharing updates on the body hair situation I fully expected those updates would be negative experiences. Any and all updates. It did not occur to me that I would have anything positive to share. Maybe some success of my own making; my own progress or work or breakthroughs. But positive reactions from…

Lessons In Assholery

Tennis lessons should be over by now but they are still dragging on due to chronic cancellations. Rain-outs, holidays, tournaments, and most recently, a reunion party. This week’s make-up lesson was cancelled for a party. We were supposed to be done by now and this was supposed to be our wrap party, as they say…

Losers Having Huge Fun

I haven’t followed up on the tennis lessons because there haven’t been many. We keep getting rained out. After three weeks of rain we finally got a dry lesson night this week and were able to resume. To make up for the lost weeks we decided to extend the duration of the remaining lessons until…

The Better Dress

Many years ago I worked as a supervisor of civilian staff in a military hospital. After I interviewed and hired a certain lady I explained the civilian dress code.  We were working under military contract so the dress code was a strict one. After we went down the list of wearables and unwearables she asked…

A Wonderland Of Rules To Break

Tennis lesson No. 1 was fun and no one said a word about my hairy legs. I mean, I didn’t overhear any words about my body hair. It probably helped that the other women in the group didn’t know each other. Sometimes it takes a while for such things to develop among strangers. We also…

Sweating The Small Stuff

Tennis begins this evening. I doubt there will be sailboats. There definitely won’t be a mountain range or a resort with clay-tiled rooftops or arbors with hanging foliage. No ocean breezes to toss the pageboy haircuts of apple-cheeked ladies joyously thrusting. It will be painted concrete enclosed by a chain link fence. The rooftops will…

Grading The Babies

Folks keep asking me what it’s like now; having a grand cub, being a grandmother. It’s only been a little over a week. I don’t think I’m very good at the goo-goo ga-ga stuff so far. As for the cub, he doesn’t do much yet. Most of the time he sleeps. Nearly all of the…

Harsh Language For A Harsh Reality

Every time you discuss my appearance you violate me. The fact that you can see my body doesn’t make my body public domain. Has no one ever told you this? I used to believe the opposite; that I had to submit to public criticism and public feedback about my body simply because it was visible…

Great Work But You Suck

Last week one of my bosses hauled me into a meeting to discuss my behavior, which is a problem. Or rather, my lack of behavior is a problem. I don’t talk enough. I don’t socialize enough. I take work too seriously. When I got home from work that evening I discovered a package from my…

Love Without Asterisks

Today I am struggling with the version of self-love in which a woman posts a photo of herself in a bikini with a long caption claiming fierce love for her image IN SPITE of x, y, z. And x, y, z, is always provided. These are the reasons her body looks this way: pregnancies, surgeries,…

Helen and Herb, A Cautionary Tale

Helen is a woman working in an office with a male supervisor named Herb. When Helen’s supervisor comes near her, he moans. Herb does this any time he is walking directly behind Helen or whenever he passes her desk. He lets out an obvious moan. Sometimes it is more a grunt. He stares and grunts…

Social Pervert

Wow. I kicked a hornet’s next yesterday when I dared to suggest going vegan made me more open-minded about food. Someone called bullshit. Or rather, someone screamed bullshit. When I explained the comment I was confronted with explosive rage. It’s been almost two years and this is the first time anyone has lost their shit…