Dear Bruce Springsteen

What a man you are for cancelling  a show in North Carolina over bathroom privileges. I could care less how someone chooses to dress, or what sex they choose to marry. I will bake cakes for homosexual weddings, although it may be mediocre due to my lack of decorating skills. That being said, many of your fans feel the same as you and I, yet you cancel a show due to their state legislature. Your job sir, is to entertain! Since when are you paid to make political statements?

Although I am open-minded, I am a 5′ 3″ female, you are not. It is very easy for some man to dress as a woman and enter a bathroom intended for women with less than pure intentions. You seem to think the rights of a minority of men supersedes my right to public safety. I guess it’s easy for you with a masculine build to allow women that prefer to dress as men into your rest room, however, maybe you should step into my shoes and try to understand my concerns. Another question I have is,”Do you even use public restrooms or road side bathrooms with your celebrity and financial status?” One has to wonder.

Maybe you should get off your celebrity high horse and show a little empathy for us “little people.” Some of us aren’t ignorant, we just happen to have concerns that you are incapable of understanding with the luxuries you have attained. Come down to my world and size, and maybe you will understand that you can be as ignorant as the rest of us.

I Voted Today, Was it Worth the Time?

Out into the freezing rain after a long day on the job and yet my day wasn’t over, for I had one more important stop to make. I stood in line for almost an hour awaiting my turn at the ballot box wondering if it really made a difference. What difference does my vote make when neither candidate running on either side, could give two shits less about any of us that they serve?

Our government serves a lot of lobbyists, pity me victim groups, foreign interest and God knows who else, but it’s very clear that they don’t serve us. They divide us awaiting a massive power grab. They have lowered we as women, minorities, religions, sexual orientations and classes into victim status, pitting us against each other despite major progress in the 44 years that I have lived to see. Despite increased money thrown at education and student loans we have all been dumbed-down enough to fall for it, and it’s embarrassing!

Until We the People stop buying their crappy bill of goods, and worrying about our own petty interest, instead of what is best for the nation as a whole, America will continue to sink. The 4 remaining candidates are all sleazy liars, and as far as this election is concerned, I don’t believe that there is a lesser of evils. We have become a pathetic nation of whiners and political pawns playing into which ever party seduced us, only to be let down like jilted lovers.

I went to vote anyway despite the sleet and rain, reserving my right to bitch when the next wave of politicians let us down. Maybe we will wise up in the next election cycle, or maybe the next one after that, if it’s not too late. If we don’t soon understand that National Security and Economic Stability are priorities over tax free tampons, free stuff that isn’t free, and whatever feelings of yours are being hurt that day, we may not have the ability to voice concerns over such issues again. We are falling fast America. Wake up before we hit the ground!

Just Me and My Wine

It’s Saturday night, I’m alone, and I’m okay with that. I do have my 7-year-old with me, but other than him I’m dateless, and have been for almost a year now. I adore men and truly enjoy their company, but I need a break. I never did well dating, and made horrible choices in relationships. As much as I’d love to, I can’t blame men, my parents or any other aspect of society for my failures, I must own them. Someday I would love to have a male companion, but for now, I’ll enjoy experimenting with wine.

Wine and solitude have given me a peace I haven’t enjoyed in years, since childhood I believe. I’ve always sought approval from everyone but myself, and at 44 years old I’ve realized that the only person I need permission from is myself. My need for approval from others has held me back, and regardless of the “why”, I’m the only person with the power to change it, so I’m flying solo until I succeed.

As for tonight, I’m caressing a bottle….oops, I mean glass of pinot noir paired with a pizza and Netflix. I’ve never been happier, and I feel content with myself for the first time in my life. My next 44 years should be a lot fun, now that the seeking approval ship has sailed. Who knows what I’ll come up with next!