The Role of Women

A long time ago if someone asked me what I would want to be when I grow up I would’ve said, “I want to work with animals.” I said this with my experience with animals being only my family pets. I didn’t think that I wouldn’t like it after I experienced it. After watching a lot of dogs that weren’t well trained, nearly gagging trying to pick up vomit and walking rescue dogs that I thought were going to rip my arm out of its socket. I decided I didn’t want to work with animals, I just wanted to work with my animals.

I’ve thought about going back to college, but I don’t want a long term career -unless I can stay at home. Honestly, after going around and around with want I want to do with my life I’m still conflicted. I’ve really just wanted to be a stay at home mom and be there for my kids, but at the same time I want to make something of myself in hopes that I won’t suffer from prenatal depression or something like that.

I know I don’t want to be that business mom that doesn’t nurse her kids, takes them to daycare and hardly knows anything about their daily lives. However, I also don’t want to feel like I’m going to be trapped in a room with children for the rest of my life.

Even though the role of women is changing and we’ve been given many more opportunities will that mean we have to do everything now? Work, clean the house, cook and take care of children. If I end up having to do everything then what’s the point of having a spouse? I know in most cases that situation might be pretty unlikely, but had I stayed with the wrong people that probably would’ve happened to me. It’s not that I don’t want to do any of those things either. If I could find a way to do all of those that would amazing. 

After trying a few things I think passive income is probably going to be my answer. If I can find a way to start making the income now and only have to put a little effort into it later on in life that would be perfect. The only question is what kind of passive income do I want to have. Real estate, books, youtube videos? That I’m not completely sure about. The only thing I am sure about is that though I don’t mind having a full time job now I probably will mind having it if I have to take care of a family and do “wifey duties.”

Even though this path might not be something every women wants. If you’re planning on having a family then please weigh these decisions carefully. I had a mom that worked full time when I was in school -but still pretty much a child. If she had been able to be around me a little more she probably would’ve been more aware of some of the metal illnesses I was experiencing at the time. She only knew the surface level of my life and probably to this day never understood the reality of my feelings at the time. Thankfully, I was able to find people that were able to take the time to help me through my mental issues. However, even though this was my experience please don’t push yourself too hard for your kids. And if your family is struggling to the point where you need a full time job then I’m sure your kids will understand later in life. Just remember that how you feel matters just as much as anyone else feelings.

Happy blogging! 🙂


Writing Wednesday: Prompt 4

“The cards are one ninety nine,” a curly haired woman said as I scanned the rest of her merchandise. “Who spends four dollars on a card?” My blood was boiling at this point. My other coworker was watching and came over.

“No mam, all of those cards are four dollars each.”

“Well, then take those off I’m not paying four dollars for a card.”

I hit item correct on the register, then hit enter on the cards and pressed the number 5 the words ‘customer does not want’ were next to it on the screen. I then went to the telephone and paged, “Manager key to register two please, manager key to register 2, thank you.”

The curly haired lady rolled her eyes, “unbelievable,” she said. “I have kids to pick up in five minutes.” She looked at her watched then looked up at me. She then proceeded to take all the merchandise -including the cards- and headed out the door.

“Excuse me you can’t just-” the security panels beeped as she walked through the door and onto the busy sidewalk. The manager walked to my register with a confused look. My coworker and I explained what happened.

“She put one of them one dollar stickers on the cards and tried to tell her they were all a dollar,” my coworker said. “I looked over there and saw that none of the other cards that looked like that had those.”

The manager used the key to void the whole purchase. “You can go now,” he said. I closed my register and took my drawer to the back, clocked out, then headed out the door.

The wind blew my long blond hair as I walked on the sidewalk. When I stopped at the street crossing I rubbed my neck with my hand. Thank God that’s over, I thought to myself. I walked the crosswalk with a large group of people. People in suits and skirts, laughing, talking about business on phones -and then there was me. In khakis and a oversized mens polo -I couldn’t find any good ones for women.

I turned into a café on Park St, I could smell coffee being brewed and there were people on laptops and others talking business amongst each other. Mariana, one of my good friends, waved at me from across the register and I waved back. I took my string bag off my shoulders as I waited in line. “Hey girl, how was work?” she said. Her curly black hair bounced as she made a latte for the person in front of me.

“I’ll have to tell you once you get off your shift,” I said. “There’s just too much that’s happened today.”

“Okay,” she said, “hey don’t forget to help me with that science homework today.” She gave me what I always got there, it was only a green tea, nothing I couldn’t make at home, but I would buy one sometimes just so we could talk.

I sat outside and got my homework and pencils out of my bag. I sipped my drink as I worked on my math homework. Then a women came up to me who looked a lot like me. A freckled nose, bright green eyes, blond hair. Even our tops were the same color. “Can you watch this for me while I order something from here?” she asked. She sat a Chanel bag on my table before I could even say anything and walked right into the store. I just shrugged and continued doing my work. Glancing every once in a while at the white bag.  Who pays thousands of dollars on a purse, I thought looking at my string bag that cost me less than ten dollars.

Then I got stuck on a question and looked up at the people walking on the sidewalk. A lady with black hair in tight bun turned to face me and gave me an angry glare. She fast walked towards me and I noticed as she got closer she was wearing black pumps. “You stupid bitch,” she said looking directly at me. I looked around wondering if she was talking to someone else. She grabbed the Chanel bag, took my drink and tossed it at me. It got all over my face and my homework. “Steal my purse again you little cunt,” she said with her face right next to mine. “And I make sure you’ll never find a job in this whole fucking country.” She hit her fist on the small black metal table making it shake and then she left with her head held high. It took me a few moments to process what was happening.

Then I knew I had to talk to that girl in the café.


Writing Wednesday: Prompt 3

Prompt: There is a prison where there are no guards, yet the prisoners are too afraid to try and escape.

“You think they’d believe us?” Snake said. He had a bald head and his long orange sleeve shirt what curled up to reveal the snake tattoo that winded around his arm.

His roommate looked down at the body, its head slowly draining more blood onto the floor. “Hell, no man, this guy just went off about how some kind of war is going on out there and shoot em’self.” His roommate shook his head, the other prisoners had gathered around the body too. Then a big white man snatched the keys off the dead man’s body.

“You boys wanna get outta here or not?” He said twirling the key ring with his fingers.

Everyone stood in silence, they kept there feet away from the pile of blood. Other groups of prisoners didn’t even go near the body. “That’s probably some kind of set up,” one of them hollared from a table a few yards from the body. “An’t no way I’m getting into that kind of trouble.”

Snake folded his arms and looked up at the man that had taken the keys. “What if he’s telling the truth Phil?” Phil grabbed the bloody gun.

“Well, if no one else is gonna take it, then I will,” he said as he turned to the a blue barred door. A shorter blond man with stubby hair moved in front of him and pushed his shoulder back.

Phil stood still, but the other man gave him an angry glare. “Hey man I thought we were family man. You just gotta walk out on us like that?” Phil moved towards the door again, but the other man pushed him back.

Phil pinned him to the wall, “cut it out Mick.” Several other men began moving towards them. Phil let him go, but then Mick punched his side.

Snake stood by Phil’s side, “Mick just let it go.” Through Mick’s tense face Snake could see the sadness in his eyes.

“You know what he’s gonna do right?” The whole pod was silent, “Phil your my brother man, I don’t care what stupid shit ya did.”

Phil unlocked the door and walked out, “follow me Mick and I’ll keep this door locked so none of y’all can get outta here.”

“No!” Mick shouted as several of the inmates pinned him down. Mick tried to make his way to the door. “Phil! Get back here!” He shouted, three men had him pinned down as he tried to twist out of their grasp. He continued to shout even when Phil was out of their sight.

Cinder by Marisa Meyer: Book Review

Screen Shot 2018-12-14 at 6.45.57 PM Today I finally finished reading Cinder, the first book in The Lunar Chronicles Series. I was in awe of how Marissa Meyer managed to adapt the role of women today and integrate it into this book. Cinder is not the helpless princesses in need of someone to save her. She does not fall in love with the prince right away. She is an independent women that shows her own feelings and makes her own decisions -even if at times it might not feel that way.

This book forms that new era of princess books that I’ve been searching for. Cinder isn’t covered in make-up as some of the Disney princesses seem to be. She isn’t the type of her who spends all her time trying to look pretty and not really do anything else. She lets people see her for herself -as long as it isn’t at the expense of her life. 

I enjoyed how the author had humanized the robotic parts of Cinder’s body. Allowing it to help her control her feelings. Being able to feel sensations of other people touching her  on her metal limps. Iko, an android that was one of Cinder’s friends really helped add emotion to the robotic life forms of the story. Iko wasn’t even human, -but it seemed the only difference between her and humans was that she couldn’t share the senses that they did.

The setting of this book was also pretty spectacular. I love when authors take a setting out of history and mix it with sci-fi. Treasure Planet -I thought- has one of the coolest settings out of all of Disney’s stories. I think a change of settings helps to keep books unique and slightly less predictable. For example, if it was just a sci-fi genre you know if a tech device if is the problem then another tech device is going to fix it. If it a fantasy you know some magical thing is going to be stopped by another magical things etc. In mixed settings it’s some magical thing is the problem, that could be stopped by this sci-fi thing, but that can’t happen because of this medieval thing. Mixed settings make things a lot more interesting because you never know what’s going to stop what.

I will say when I first started this book I was a little bit skeptical. Why would it be okay to experiment on cyborgs? Why are they in a monarchy when it seems other countries aren’t? However, in the end the book seemed to tie itself together and I’m ready to go and look for the second one.

My rating of this book:

The Fifth Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

Just read that a woman named Chelsea Owens has been doing poetry contests every week. When I saw this I was super excited and all the poems I’ve read so far are really interesting and funny. Although some of them have made me think: why have you done this? 



Some rules for the contest that Chelsea made:

  1. The topic is ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. This is my LEAST FAVORITE poem in the entire world -whenever it’s parodied. Therefore; I normally feel that every idiot who goes about with “‘Twas the night before Christmas” on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart; but this week you’re getting a pass.
    Strangely enough, I love the original. I have at least three favorite stanzas in there.
  2. What’s the limit? For the love of my own sanity and yours, please keep it to eight or nine stanzas, maximum. That’s about the point of the original where we read I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
  3. It’s gotta rhyme. At the end of the line. Make it fine.
  4. Remember, remember: the poem needs to be terrible. Clement C. Moore (or, Henry Livingston, Jr.) will want to visit you each hour the night of Christmas Eve to warn you of an angry mob of poets waiting for your death, should you ever write that way again.
  5. Keep it PG-Rated. Kids might climb up on your knee and ask you to read it to them.

Link to Chelsea’s post on the contest.


My poem:

Twas… Honestly I don’t remember,

Wait it’s not even day?

Wait Charlie stay!

I know its a holiday so don’t go to room,

Cause I know if you do your mom is going to beat me with a broom.

I know you’re sister is staring at my wallet,

Daring me to say she can’t have any money,

I know your mom’s glaring at me.

Fluffly I swear if you don’t stop bearing you’re teeth at me!

Wait its December?

I honestly thought it was November.




Why copyright is intoxicating

Copyright is mess, I’ve tried to think of one positive thing to say about it and I honestly just can’t find anything. The only thing copyright protects is whoever claims an idea first -not the always artist, not always the people who helped make it, just whoever claims it.

Big companies like Disney could crush a small business or youtube channel that posts even a small five second clip of one of their movies. The biggest issues here is Walt Disney isn’t even alive anymore so why should someone have the rights to an old movie that was made before I was even born if they didn’t even do anything for that movie other than claim it? If anything, the people that use the clips are helping them by getting their audience to think about the movie and possibly convincing them to see it again. I’ve never seen people get so mad over free marketing, many small artists would kill for a short clip of the their movie/novel to be seen on another persons site that might have a bigger audience than they do. Copyright is a gold mine for big companies to take down small artist’s work -even if their idea is only slightly unoriginal- and squeeze all the money they can out of them.

To me, I think most people who copyright claim are hypocrites. People just can’t own ideas, if someones thought of an idea, I can 100% guarantee that someone else thought of it before they did. Its not fair for someone to put a c on an idea and hog it so no else can branch off with it to create something bigger and more amazing. It’s about greed and giving people cuts they don’t deserve.

Copyright promotes capitalism and doesn’t really look at the bigger picture of promoting others to work on new ideas -some of which could potentially be life changing for some people. However, it all could be delayed if people have good ideas and decide not to go through with it because they don’t want to deal with copyright issues. I think we need to get rid of copyright and focus more on the products rather than ideas. If someone tries to sell someone else’s product then obviously they should be punished for that, but if someone has a slightly altered idea and uses it then just leave them alone. People should have the right to build off ideas and no one should ever be suppressed for it. 

One of the things that irritates me is when people who support copyright think that people who built off their ideas are lazy. Are they really? Or were you just waiting for someone else to take your idea and make it a better idea so you could claim for yourself even though you didn’t come up with the better idea, you just made the original. Competition is good, having someone else build off an idea will help consumers get better products. Then the person who thought of the original idea could look at the new idea and then branch of that one. Successful business works by allowing people to compete along side you, not trying to shut them down by taking their money. And again copyright will not always protect the people who came up with the idea just whoever claims it first. 

For those of you who still think copyright is okay remember that most investors actually lose the race to patent office and someone else who didn’t even come up with the idea usually ends up profiting off of it. These are the people who don’t contribute new ideas, these are they people who don’t try to branch off and create new things for others to enjoy. They’re more focused on trying to take money from somebody and claiming products rather than making new ones.




Even if you don’t want to.
Even if no one sees it.
Even if you think it’s probably the worst idea ever.
Even if you think it won’t mean anything to anyone.
Even if everyone including yourself doesn’t like it.
Even if you think somehow those few words will somehow end your life.
Because if you don’t write it then no one else will.