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Vodka… I mean Laughter is the Best Medicine

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Great title for a Ms. Cheevious article, eh?  When Ms. Suzie Aboueid, Single Dating Diva herself agreed to be a guest contributor here and I read her article which was all about the importance of laughter, and laughing at ourselves… well, I was sold. How does vodka fit in? Oh my darlings, vodka ALWAYS fits in. Read on.

All kidding (and vodka) aside, laughing truly is something I do more often than just about anything else. And that is no joke. Ask around and you’ll find that to many, laughter is synonymous with Ms. Cheevious. Enjoy.

xoxo, 

Ms. Cheevious, Editor in (Mis) Chief

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Vodka… I mean Laughter is the Best Medicine

Life is full of challenges but it’s also full of so much beauty.  Each day we are faced with experiences that can either make or ruin our day.  We all know that, right?

Here’s an idea … what if we were to see everything that comes our way in a positive light? No, I haven’t had one too many glasses of wine or shots of vodka.  I have given this a lot of thought, and I believe everything that happens to us, good or bad, ends up for our good one way or another.  Not all lessons can be easy ones, can they?  If we look at things positively – maybe even laugh more often with our friends and family – and at ourselves, our mistakes or missteps,  then perhaps, just perhaps, every experience we have, good or bad, can turn into a positive one.

I’ll tell you why.

Laughter is Good For You!

Countless studies have been done to prove the benefits of laughter to human health.  Laughing feels good and makes others around you feel good.  It also helps heal you inside and out.  Could laughter also be the long sought after fountain of youth?  Well, when I saw an article about looking to children as role models for laughter it made me think twice.  That same article mentioned that research has proven

“laughter reduces levels of stress hormones such as cortisol, epinephrine, and dopamine; increases health-enhancing hormones (such as endorphins), neurotransmitters, and infection-fighting antibodies; and improves blood flow to the heart–all resulting in greater relaxation and resistance to disease, as well as improved mood and positive outlook.”

Now that’s a great reason to laugh isn’t it?

Why You Should Laugh at Yourself

Laughter Makes You More Attractive

Look at it this way, who do you gravitate towards? People who smile and laugh or the Eeyore’s of the world?  Who wants to be around negative people? Not me! I know, I know, we all have THOSE kinds of days, and that’s completely OK, but, it’s not OK when we have them all the time.  Make yourself more appealing by having a great sense of humor.

Go on, flash  that sexy smile of yours!

C’mon, let’s see it!

I know it’s in there somewhere!

There you go! That wasn’t so hard was it??

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I’m going to let you in on a little Single Dating Diva secret, if you’re single and dating this is one of the most important weapons in your dating arsenal (just make sure there’s nothing in your teeth!).  It also benefits just about everyone… think job interviews, social situations, even family gatherings. You’ll become someone people want to be around when you laugh more.  You not only show yourself to have a good sense of humor, you also give the impression that you don’t take yourself too seriously.  So, go on, laugh dammit, laugh!

Laughing At Yourself

We’ve all had those days that just go all wrong. Think about those days when you walk into a pole, or trip and fall in front of the hottest man or woman… or your boss.  How about when you drop your coffee on your new outfit and have to stay that way all day? I think we should take Jennifer Lawrence’s Oscar trip and her interview with reporters as an example.  What did she do?  Get back up, laugh at herself, not take herself seriously.  How did people react? They LOVED it and her!!  That whole situation could have gone completely differently with her being upset and angry and embarrassed.  She could have taken it out on others as well and made others uncomfortable, but she didn’t.  We all make mistakes, no one is perfect or beyond the challenges of every day life.  How we take it and react to it makes all the difference in the world.

When life throws you a punch, get up, dust yourself off and say “good one” and laugh.  Just laugh.  When you make a mistake in front of others, say “oops sorry” and laugh it off.  It will make them take it more lightly as well.  You know what? Here’s another little secret, it makes you look like a more resilient person with a good head on your shoulders.

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Laughter makes you feel good, laughter makes you look good and laughter improves your life.  So, why don’t we do it more often?  I have a challenge for you (and myself) – laugh every day at least 10 times a day – even if you don’t feel like it – laugh.  Just laugh.  Right now.  C’mon, let’s do it together.  Laugh … ha ha ha ha ….

There, that feels better already, doesn’t it? Good!

How do YOU bring laughter into your every day lives (even when you don’t feel like it)? I would love to hear from you in the comments!!

Your Sister in Dating (and Laughing) Bliss,

Single Dating Diva

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Love you people!  Mmmmppphhhuuuhhh!!!

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It’s the Little Things … (On Hollywood and the Academy Awards)

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NOTE FROM MS. CHEEVIOUS:

You knew the day would come when my beau M.C. Nugget would agree to cook up a blog for MsCheevious!  Considering he is one of the funniest and most clever writers I know, I’m ecstatic!  And so, without further adieu, I give you… The Nugg…

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Well, greetings ladies and gentlemen and fellow barnyard critters. Mc. Nugget, FKA Fred the Wonder Chicken here, guest blogging.  Apparently Ms. Cheevious’ good writers are all busy.

Well then… How about a little minutia? The proverbial “mole hill,” which I will endeavor to turn into a mountain (cause, it’s the little things)…

Michelle Obama on the Oscars. 

My human counterpart touched on this on Facebook and got quite a response. So now it’s your turn.

Full disclosure; I lean to the left.  This scruffy chicken voted for the big “O” and I think his wife is a great First Lady.  She tries to keep our chubby youth thin, (quite an undertaking), and she represents her office with class.  However……

What were you thinking Academy??  

Really?  Did you not suppose that her appearance might serve to polarize say… HALF your audience?  Yes, Republicans watch the Oscars too (although just for the commercials)!  I mean Hollywood is already known as the Mordor of the left, so why stoke that fire?  There actually are GOP supporters in the entertainment industry, by the way.  I know.  I saw one once. From a distance…. He looked uncomfortable…

Now you’re saying, “what’s the big deal?” “Lighten up.” “Don’t you have anything better to do?” “Take off that stupid hat!” “I’m calling Ms Cheevious to complain!”   Remember today is all about…MINUTIA!

So, where were we? Oh yeah.  See, these days anything that can be construed as political becomes political.  It has nothing to do with intention.  I don’t think the Academy intended to make a political statement but you put the First Lady up on a 70 foot screen in front of the most powerful people in Hollywood, with the Best Picture envelope in her hand, then beam it ‘round the world, it’s gonna’ get some attention.   I know a guy with a fading Romney bumper sticker still on his car, who wasn’t even watching, and he broke out in a cold sweat!  Some of the comments I got on Facebook were none too friendly either… on both sides.
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My point, I guess, is that we are a pretty divided country.  People wear their politicians like the jersey of their favorite football team, and get really pissed off when they lose.  (If you’ve ever been to a Raiders game, you know what I’m talking about).   Hollywood, presenting Michelle Obama as some kind of prize that they helped create, (and believe me there are people who think that), doesn’t help that division.  And it’s not what the Academy Awards are about.  I think she stole a little thunder from Argo….. Yeah I know: “Arrrr-go F*#k yourself!”

But here’s the big problem… the BIG question… When did that envelope get TO THE White House? And who peeked??  Come on, you know someone did!  This is the “government” we’re talking about … keeping a “secret.” That’s like oil & water, kids.  If nothing else, do you really think that they’re gonna let some clown get off a plane from LA and hand the First Lady an envelope without checking it for Anthrax?

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Come on!  Someone took a peek inside that envelope, before she got it!  And I wanna’ know if any calls went out from the White House to Vegas an hour before the show!

Just one cynical chicken’s point of view.

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes…. OR… Yes, You Probably DO Eat Too Much

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NOTE FROM MS. CHEEVIOUS:

I’d like to welcome Ms. Patricia Walters Fischer to the fold, and she’s here to tell you (and me) that Yes, you probably DO eat too much, and maybe it’s time to make some ch-ch-ch-changes. And hell, I’m right there with her, people. I’m back to my local weight loss support group myself this year, reclaiming my lifetime membership all over again. Hey – one can never be too sure the fat isn’t sneaking its way back onto one’s body, now can one? So I’m going to be lean and alcohol free for a while folks. Oh yes.  

Let’s give her a listen, shall we? Even if you are presently starving yourself.

Patricia is  a writing / author-friend of Ms. Cheevious. She’s a dynamo, hot mommy, and we love her. Enjoy. 

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes…. 

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         Yes, You Probably DO Eat Too Much

It’s January. That means everyone has a “goal” they plan to meet or beat this year and according to the powers that be at Entertainment Tonight, 43% of you pledge to make losing weight one of them.

Part of New Year’s appeal is the idea of starting over; of beginning anew and the thought that any and all mistakes of the past year (or decade) are put behind us.

Problem is, if you enter the New Year with the same mindset you exited the last one, will anything really change? Since the fairy godmother didn’t show up and give you those gorgeous (but look really uncomfortable) glass slippers and the prince isn’t coming to sweep you off your feet, or even sweep your floor, what will change? What will be different in your life that will allow you to reach your goals?

Last year I’d reached wits end. At 5’ 3” and weighing in at 230 pounds, I felt miserable, frustrated, and overwhelmed. I’d gotten to the point where I’d become “that mom” who sits a lot and can’t keep up with her children. Plus, I could imagine the looks on my kids’ faces as we were creeping towards their middle school years—mom had become embarrassingly unhealthy.

I didn’t want that for them, for me, for my husband, but how to change it? Or better yet, how did I even get so far into the obesity spectrum in the first place? And if I do manage to get my ever growing ass off the couch, how do I make sure I don’t go backwards?

As a wanna-be best-selling writer, my creative muse had taken a permanent holiday, and I couldn’t write anything that would be rated above crap. Really frustrating since I had some great, almost-finished works on my computer, just waiting for me to complete.

The question was, what should I change or better yet, how?

I knew last year when the clock struck twelve and the fireworks flew into the sky, it wouldn’t suddenly give me all the answers and the right path to make all my dreams come true.

No Blue Fairy or Fairy Godmother or magic lamp would appear… and even if they did, true change is one of the hardest things to do and we’ve all learned from the fairy tales, that change has to come from within. No amount of magic does it for us.

Shit. And I was so hoping for the easy road.

I’d tried all sorts of diets before, but they didn’t work. One reason for that was I’d always chosen extremist plans to get the quickest results. I found out very fast I’ll never be fond of eating tree bark or drinking some horrid concoction that includes fennel.

With three kids, I found myself running in circles and not ever having a good workout routine, especially since I’d be exhausted as soon as I got up in the morning. I had no energy to spare or even to spend, but something had to give.

Get up early? Stay up late? Hire a babysitter?

Was I depressed? I didn’t think so. I’d simply be frustrated with myself because I’d have these days of clarity and motivation and would get a few things done, then fall back into the sluggish pattern again, and think to myself Grrrrrr, this sucks! What can I do to get a grip?

First, I learned I needed my gall bladder out. Tests at the end of the year confirmed that little organ was functioning at about 11% and probably causing a lot of my fatigue, but it wasn’t the magic bullet. Removing it did help my body heal and my mind not be so foggy. Immediately, I could tell a difference and within days, I was able to more effectively wrap my mind around exactly what needed to happen: Change how I saw the world and myself. For the first time in a long time, it seemed doable.

At the encouragement of a friend, I started taking pictures of everything I ate and drank and it opened my eyes to what exactly I was fueling my body with—complete and utter garbage.

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That is me in the middle with the friend who helped me, Stefan (right).

I remember Oprah talking about being mindful of what she ate, but I told myself I knew what I was eating and it wasn’t that bad. I must have something else going on because my diet was fine. After I started taking pictures of everything, and I mean everything, it helped me better understand and Holy Crap! Did I eat a whole lot of carbs, sugar, and fat. I’m amazed I only weighed 230 pounds.

I started taking pictures of everything, and I mean everything

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With the new outlook on what I ate, it helped me see what I did during my day and how I could be more productive. Even simple things like making a short to-do list before getting errands done, made my time more productive and I got things done. And I stress short here—no making impossibly long to-do lists that included losing ten pounds, cleaning the entire house, knitting sweaters for all kids in the Midwest, and creating World Peace before lunch time.

It seems like a no brainer, but when you can’t think straight or you’re so used to burying yourself in obligations, you can easily get frustrated and even fail.

After three months, not only had I dropped thirty-five pounds, my mind felt clearer, and I’d completed revisions of one of my romantic comedies. By May, I’d sold it. That news came a day before my husband and I found out we’d been matched for two children we were hoping to adopt.

At the writing of this, I’ve dropped another five pounds, but the big deal is I’ve kept it off for six months. No backsies!

To prove it to myself, I cleaned out my closet, a bit of a New Year’s purge to show how far I’d come and to get rid of the fall back, fat clothes.
My health and weight are stable and I’m ready for the next half of my health journey—losing another fifty pounds by this time next year.

Life is still overwhelming at times. Factoring in time to exercise, write my next best seller, and caring for kids, a house, and husband can make the day seem normally chaotic. There are days I don’t get a shower and my legs need to be shaved more often than twice a week, but I’m an ever improving work in progress.

I still don’t make brownies like Martha Stewart, but I don’t obsess about it. I don’t eat my frustrations, but I don’t go run a marathon either. I changed the way the world looks around me. I don’t beat myself up when things aren’t perfect, I accept compliments without arguing about it, and I like myself.

That was the biggest change of all and ultimately for only me, but something interesting happened: I enjoyed my family more and mundane obligations like laundry didn’t seem too overwhelming.
Because my friend helped me, I want to help you.

 

Because my friend helped me,

      I want to help you.

 

I’ve started a 2013 Kick Ass and Get Healthy Board on Pinterest where I’m posting articles, recipes, and ways you can meet health and wellness goals. What I discovered is it’s not only about the food or the exercise, it’s about how you feel about yourself. Do you think you’re worth the challenge?

Don’t be so afraid to change how you see the world or even how you approach it, that you lose out on what you’re worth. It can be frightening, but it can be one of the best things you’ll ever do for yourself.

Good luck in 2013!

 

255550_404808602894599_1858904840_nDuring Patricia W. Fischer’s journey to be a full-time storyteller, she made several stops along the way to be a waitress, bartender, bill-collector, bank teller, clerk at Blockbuster Video, dishwasher, prep-cook, a wannabe crypto-zoologist, and finally settling in as a pediatric and adult trauma/critical care nurse for 10 years. Then she started her career as a writer.

Now, she spends her time in front of a keyboard, coming up with (hopefully) fantastic and entertaining stories to pay for her buying too many books habit and the endless cups of coffee she drinks on a daily basis.

You can find her at her website, on Facebook, Twitter, and Pintrest.

 

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You can also find her book, “Weighting for Mr. Right” on Amazon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Boobie Chronicles: My First Mammogram, Daisy Pasties, and Ms. Nippy Fingertips

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As promised, this week, I’m thrilled to welcome Marrie Lobel in this, her sophomore installment as guest-contributor.  Her blog, Dirty in Public, is one of my personal favorites. I’ve enjoyed reading her posts over the last year or so, and I’m excited to host her once again.  Please read, enjoy, “Share” (hit the share button and post it everywhere) and Tweet about this little piece. Let’s show Marrie just how much we appreciate intelligent, articulate writing here – even if it is ever so mischievous.

And so, without further adieu, I present to you “The Boobie Chronicles: My First Mammogram, Daisy Pasties, and Ms. Nippy Fingertips.”

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Ms. Cheevious
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As you know October was Breast Cancer Awareness month, and this being my 40th year, I was honored {not, really} to be a part of the month long celebration by having my first mammogram. I admit that I suffered a painful pang in the pit of my stomach when I was informed that I was due for my first mammogram; the pang? How can I be due for a mammogram? I’m too young. After all, I’m not a member of any garden club and don’t own a single ornate red hat. That morning I woke up, got dressed and envisioned a large red feathered hat on my head when I did my final glance in the mirror before setting off to the doctor’s office.

Shortly after signing in, I was called and escorted into the back, where the latest in medical fashion awaited me. I undressed and slipped into the oversized, fashion faux-pas {with the opening in the front, of course} and stood there waiting for the tech to come back while being stared down by a large menacing machine from the corner of the room. After a brief wait the technician came in and greeted me warmly; which contrasted the temperature in the room. As she gave me the cliff notes on how the examination was to unfold it occurred to me that she has seen more boobies than most men ever will in their lives. The odd contemplation that danced in my head suddenly blossomed into insecurity. I began to shrug my shoulders with uneasiness at my internal awkwardness. What if my tata’s didn’t measure up? It’s one thing to be assessed by a man; it’s another to be by a certified boobie specialist…who happens to be a woman with a nice rack of her own! It was then that things got interesting.

The tata expert handed me two small daisy print band-aids and asked me to place them over my nipples. They were adorable and I decided immediately that I needed to snag a stack for my personal amusement. I had always wanted to try pasties but had never imagined that my first time would be initiated by a woman in Bettie Boop scrubs.

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Once the daisy adhesive body art was affixed properly, the tata aficionado placed her hand on the small of my back as she nudged me closer to the machine that had been glaring at me in a domineering manner since the moment I entered the room. Without further small talk or even a drink, I found my right breast being tenderly grasped; her nippy fingertips flipping and fondling me into position. The funny thing is I remember looking at my boob in her hand and noticing how it looked like a glob of silly goo. Between the nippy fingertips, the daisy pasties, and my goo boob it was immediately obvious that for the first time in my life my breasts were being man-handled and there was absolutely nothing sexy about it! Ms. Nippy Fingertips sweet-talked her way through the examination, attempting to ease my physical discomfort and my emotional unease. Not that any kind words can really make the sensation of your breast being pulled then flattened within a few centimeters of busting pleasant. Suddenly, without warning, Ms. Nippy Fingertips flipped the lights on bright and said I could get dressed.

What? No cuddling? No, “Was it good for you?”  Just like man…oh, wait! Nevermind.

Because Ms. Nippy Fingertips and Dr. Tata wanted to ensure my first mammogram was a memorable one-I had to immediately go through it all again; this time with the added bonus of an ultrasound. The results from my initial x-rays found something “unusual”. Now, I like being different but this is the one time when a simple; “You’re normal”, would have been just fine by me.

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Lather, Rinse, Repeat

Like some twisted Groundhog Day, I repeated all the steps, daisy pasties and all. The small talk and examination narrative were reduced to simple you-know-the-drill directives. This time all the real action happened in the back room. Still  looking hot in my hospital gown, I was funneled through the back door into another room where an exam table, dimmed mood lighting, and cold lubricant jelly waited for me. An attractive, chit-chatty woman with a bright pink lab coat suggested I flop onto the table and relax awhile. Before I knew it I was dolling dating advice with my breasts glistening with lubricant while being massaged with an ultrasound wand. I know it sounds like some twisted porn set-up but that’s just how I roll. Just me, the pink lady, and my daisy pasties had good times that day. As for the examination, I was relieved to hear that I was “normal” in an abnormal way and with that the green light was given.

As I removed the lube from my boobies I realized that a new chapter in my boobie chronicles had just closed; leaving my boobies free to wave in good health and laughter. Although I’m not quite ready to join the Red Hat Society or a garden club, I do carry the memory of my first mammogram experience as a rite of passage and my stack of pasties as a spirited memento.

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Love you people!  Mmmmppphhhuuuhhh!!!

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Ms. Cheevious

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Why I’m Glad I’m a Woman… and You Should be Too

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Ms. Cheevious Note: This week, I’m thrilled to welcome Marrie Lobel as one of our guest-contributors.  Her blog, Dirty in Public, happens to be one of my personal favorites. Her provocative, articulate posts range from true-life stories and the lessons learned, to tips for how to behave (or not) in “special” situations. She’s our Bomb-a-licious contributor (she is, after all, The BOMB). Here, she’s graced us with her take on all the wonderful things that make women, well, fabulously female.

You all know what to do: Read, enjoy, “Share” (hit the share button and post it everywhere) and Tweet to your heart’s content about this little piece. Let’s show her some love.

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Ms. Cheevious
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Why I’m Glad I’m a Woman… and you should be too

I’m so glad I’m a woman. By saying this I am not bashing all you fabulous men. I’m fairly confident I could write an equally flattering post on how wonderful it is to be a man; however I’m not one. With all the drama, back-stabbing, cackling, and gossiping associated with the female of our species there are still some pretty marvelous things about being a chick. Rather than dwelling on all the negatives, I thought it would be fun to take note and celebrate all the glorious reasons why I’m glad to be a woman…and why other women should be too.

I Have Boobs: They’re fabulous, fun, and breathtaking. I can prop them up or dress them down but no matter what, they’re always a lovely accessory. Size doesn’t even particular matter…men are just pleased as punch to have the opportunity to be face-to-face with these mystical feminine lumps.

I Can Procreate: I admit that having children can be a pain in the…well…neck; however, I’m still in awe at the experience of having grown a child inside of me. It’s common but no less incredible. The bond I felt while nurturing my daughter has to be one of the most extraordinary experience I have had or ever will have. I know some women feel it to be a curse but for me it’s the best part of being a woman; labor and all.

I Get to Be Emotional: I am free to cry and have insecurities. I get to experience and enjoy my moods unabashedly. I get to indulge my weakness and celebrate my strengths in full glory for all to see. Women are known as emotional creatures…and that’s fine by me!

I Get to Wear Make-Up: Nature isn’t always kind, that’s why I thank my maker and Lancome for make-up! Got a blemish? No, worries, I have concealer. Looking pale? Bronzer to the rescue. Putting my best face forward and dolling myself up makes me feel confident on the inside because I know I look good on the outside. As superficial as it may sound, sometimes it’s the little things like pretty lipgloss that can get you through the day with a smile on your face.

I Don’t Have a Penis: Elaine from Seinfeld said it best, “I don’t know how you guys walk around with those things.” TRUE DAT! Shrinkage, spontaneous erections, and constant shifting…my god, it’s a virtual circus in their pants at all times. No wonder men are known for thinking with their unit, so much of men’s metal energy is devoted to his penis’ well-being their mind might as well stay there!

I Get to Have a Job I Enjoy: Yeah, I know, women make less for the same jobs and her odds of promotion depend on how well connected her male counterparts may be. But hey, let’s face it; women are happier with their career choices and experience less pressure to uphold the family name or bring in the big bucks as many men feel. Women also have more job security {women have weathered the recession better than men} and keep their positions longer. For me enjoying what I do is more important than how much money is in the bank. Because I’m a woman, I’m free to pursue my interests independent of expectations.

I Have Feminine Charm: Just as the size of your boobs doesn’t really matter for most, neither does your dress size. Women have a power all their own; if a woman feels sexy and owns her sexuality her body shape is of little importance. I love that through the power of desire, I can bring the strongest man to his knees if I put my mind to it {for good reason}. I love owning my sexuality and empowered by the energy of my sensuality. Women may be the fairer sex, but that doesn’t mean we are all Snow White!

I Have Female Intuition: Personal experience has taught me that I have an instinctive understanding about life, love, and the dynamics of personal relationships. I tend to be the glue that holds my family together and the rock that supports in times of great need or sorrow. Like many women, I can hear what is not being said and understand why. Women are shrewd family negotiators and insightful mediators to friends. Women are intuitive about the complexities of personal situations and respond, well, tactfully.

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ABOUT MARRIE LOBEL

Marrie is a Geekalicious NorCal Betty masquerading opinions about dating, sex & relationships as fact through dirty talk & wicked rants. You can read more on her personal blog, Dirty In Public and on Singles Warehouse where she is an #SWEXPERT contributor.

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