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I’ll take that challenge, Jane

Published December 27, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Once again I find myself having trouble focusing.  (Still Furby related.  I’m going to give Santa a good whomp across the chops for THAT little bit of genius)

I’m feeling a bit sick. Both of my nieces have the Flu. We did NOT discover this until the 24th. It’s worth the exposure to have the time with the girlies, but I am having the beginnings of an earache and my head is a bit hurty.  (Come to think of it, that might also be Furby related.

At any rate, I am having trouble focusing on the actual work I am supposed to be doing, so as I was cruising through XO Jane. (Oh Jane Pratt, what would I do without you?) I came across her list of things she couldn’t get anyone to write about this week.

She publishes this every week, it’s  a list of things that she would have like to have had written about for the site. (Now, if I were ever to have the privilege of being on the staff, I would do pretty much anything Jane wanted me to do, up to, and including getting her shoes resoled and finding a way to make that sound fascinating and thrilling and a Must Do for everyone of a certain age.)

One of the topics was the new update of the Rules.

You remember The Rules, don’t you?

For those of you playing the home game, here is a direct quote from the Website:

            WHAT ARE THE RULES?

Want to know the secrets for dating? Want the formula for being
desirable and mysterious in text messages, on Facebook, and via
Skype? Unsure why guys aren’t asking you out? Tired of booty calls
and casual relationships that go nowhere? Sick of being single? Then
you need
, The Rules


If you desperately want to see the website, or just want to make sure  that I haven’t had another stroke and am making all of this up. (Trust me, I could not, would not make this up.)  Here’s the address


The Rules have now been adapted to suit the digital age and boy are the tongues awagging!

According to London’s Daily Mail online version, Elle Magazine and Beyonce endorse  this lifestyle, while Jezebel is horrified at how Feminism was just gunnysacked back to the 1950’s  and further more:

“Fein and Schneider reinforce the principle that men thrive on being the aggressor and appreciate a woman who sets boundaries.

But critics say they are outdated, sexist, anti-feminist – and that they confuse and mislead men.

‘Rules Girls’, say Fein and Schneider are ‘savvy women who know how to return texts and emails to a man without seeming desperate, how to maintain a cool Facebook profile without giving away too much and how to spot cheaters and players, and avoid them like the plague’.

The Rules mainly preach the notion that women should play hard to get in order to get their Mr Right …. do you agree?

This kind of reminds me of the “Get Him” system that was advertised  in the back of YM magazine in the late 1980’s (Please, please, please don’t ask me how I know.)

Of course, the idea was pushed on  more adult level by Cosmopolitan by suggesting that if you want to land your man, you should wear red underwear. If he’s in a position to see your underwear, you’ve either already landed him or it’s Amateur Night, so you might actually emerge victorious. (I was at a party with a guy I really liked and one of the sluttier guests mentioned that she wasn’t wearing underwear, but if she was, it would be read.  Guess which end of the equation SHE was on? )

Mercifully, this kind of thing was not pushed, promoted or encouraged by Jane’s fabulous Sassy Magazine.

And we’re back.

Moles to whack.

Published December 26, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I almost called this “Cursing the random mole.” But sometimes a mole isn’t always a mole.  I didn’t want to leave the impression that I sit around staring into a mirror waiting to pound various skin eruptions into submission.  (There ARE some things that are too crazy for me to do.)

What I was trying to say with the title (Titles are my worse thing, almost as bad as my tendency to parenthesize my tangents.)  is that while there are some topics that become emergent, there are some that just pop out, mole like and to properly whack them back down, I must follow them to their sometimes absurd, but mostly logical conclusion.

I am making myself get back to the normal. It’s not easy, because someone gave all three of my nieces a Furby for Christmas.  It’s not entirely bad, but when they get going (The Furbies, not the nieces) They just don’t shut up until you turn them to face the wall. (This sometimes works with the nieces, but it’s Christmas, and I wouldn’t have the heart to do that.)

So I’m sitting here trying to write, and I can’t focus on a specific topic (Not that this is anything new.)  But I can’t really pick out one topic on which to write.  When I find myself in this situation, I go to XO Jane and cruise the articles. There is always something comment worthy.

Interestingly enough the article I read, one of the It Happened to Me things, was actually something that Katboy and I had talked about. (Not the topic of this particular one, just the concept in general.

The actual article brushed on the topic of the Misery Memoir. In case you are stumped (Not that kind of stump, although if you were a tree, you would probably prefer to read something online and not on paper, because reading something on actual paper would have an Ed Gein-like creepster vibe.)  the Misery Memoir is the “I had a truly heinously awful childhood/trauma/bizarre experience, and here it is in graphic detail. ( I AM IN NO WAY SLAMMING OR CRITICIZING PEOPLE WHO HAVE SURVIVED THESE EVENTS AND WROTE ABOUT THEM, IN FACT, SNAPS TO YOU, SERIOUSLY.)

The most well known of these is A Child Called It, by  Dave  Pelzer.  If you want to a list to consult, Goodreads has a good one featuring several by Cathy Glass.

I have had quite a few interesting things happen to me, but I don’t really know if they are “It Happened to Me” material.  I think a lot of them are more, “It Happened to Me, but so what?”  By the time I get enough perspective on one of the truly bizarre things it feels like it happened to someone else and I start thinking, “Well, that was stupid, so what?”

I think that particular mole is whacked for awhile.  I won’t be surprised if it jumps back out.

My niece is talking about the way different genders approach Kleenex disposal.

I didn’t expect that Mole.