Monday, April 30, 2012
We All Need a Julia Sugarbaker in Our Lives
Lately I've found myself re-watching old episodes of 'Designing Women'. For those of you born in the 1980's who don't know what I'm talking about, all I can say is go get a little pop culture knowledge please. I was born in the late 70's and I still know references to that decade and before. Okaaaay?
Anyway, I've always found the character of Julia Sugarbaker to be quite fascinating, as she was ever the lady, but could rip you to pieces with a few well chosen words. (True characteristics of any great lady. This is something you will also find in drag queens. Although, from my experience, they tend to be a bit more vulgar; but still, ladies none the less). I was also surprised to learn that the actress who gave life to her, Dixie Carter, was a Republican, mainly because the character was so very Liberal. (I'm not knocking on Republicans. I know some and I adore them. We recognize that we have different beliefs and that's okay. Although, we do spend time trying to convert each other.)
Where was I? Oh right, Julia Sugarbaker. She was so quick to tear apart, um, er, educate those who spoke from ignorance. She would jump to the defense of her friends and family with such force and gusto and eloquent wit, that it would make one laugh and think at the same time. We all need a little of that in our lives. Our own personal verbal terminator. Minus the 80's shoulder pads, of course.
Anyway, I've always found the character of Julia Sugarbaker to be quite fascinating, as she was ever the lady, but could rip you to pieces with a few well chosen words. (True characteristics of any great lady. This is something you will also find in drag queens. Although, from my experience, they tend to be a bit more vulgar; but still, ladies none the less). I was also surprised to learn that the actress who gave life to her, Dixie Carter, was a Republican, mainly because the character was so very Liberal. (I'm not knocking on Republicans. I know some and I adore them. We recognize that we have different beliefs and that's okay. Although, we do spend time trying to convert each other.)
Where was I? Oh right, Julia Sugarbaker. She was so quick to tear apart, um, er, educate those who spoke from ignorance. She would jump to the defense of her friends and family with such force and gusto and eloquent wit, that it would make one laugh and think at the same time. We all need a little of that in our lives. Our own personal verbal terminator. Minus the 80's shoulder pads, of course.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
But I'm a Cheerleader!
Let me put this out there, I don't particularly like my job. I'm not going to lie and so I love it. Not that I have a bad job (not by any means); however, it's not my passion, so I don't want to embrace it wholeheartedly. In fact, I think people who love their jobs are damn liars. You're not supposed to love your job, it's....unnatural. As far as I'm concerned, if you love your job then you are most likely highly medicated (or should be).
Even though I may not love my job, I still aim to have fun everyday; because let's face it, IF I DON'T, I'MMA TAKE A MOTHERFUCKER OUT! See, no one wants the anger to come out. So what do i do? I put myself in a position to make others laugh. If I'm not saying something dripping with humorous sarcasm, then I'm pointing out and laughing at my own screw-ups (like tripping over my big ass feet or, you know, falling out of my chair).
If I split my pants because they've shrunk (by that I mean, of course, my ass has grown), I share it with those around me. Why? It's funny! (Unless I'm not wearing fun underwear, in which case, no way. Also, be glad I wear underwear with khakis.) Sadly, I do this way too often. Seriously, two pairs in less than a week....just wrong.
I have also been known to dance. Sometimes against the wall, sometimes against another person (only willing individuals...no sexual harassment on my watch) and sometimes (though not lately) on my desk. (What bitches? I've got moves! I have a dance injury for crying out loud!) Here, check out said dance injury.
Even though I may not love my job, I still aim to have fun everyday; because let's face it, IF I DON'T, I'MMA TAKE A MOTHERFUCKER OUT! See, no one wants the anger to come out. So what do i do? I put myself in a position to make others laugh. If I'm not saying something dripping with humorous sarcasm, then I'm pointing out and laughing at my own screw-ups (like tripping over my big ass feet or, you know, falling out of my chair).
If I split my pants because they've shrunk (by that I mean, of course, my ass has grown), I share it with those around me. Why? It's funny! (Unless I'm not wearing fun underwear, in which case, no way. Also, be glad I wear underwear with khakis.) Sadly, I do this way too often. Seriously, two pairs in less than a week....just wrong.
I have also been known to dance. Sometimes against the wall, sometimes against another person (only willing individuals...no sexual harassment on my watch) and sometimes (though not lately) on my desk. (What bitches? I've got moves! I have a dance injury for crying out loud!) Here, check out said dance injury.
Sometimes I might even split my pants while dancing for someone. Unfortunately, that's not a joke. I remember that RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP well. And the expressions of those around me. Sigh.
Of course, what seems to elicit the most laughter and requests is the 'Timmy Shimmy'. Yup, it's when I shake my chest (lately my man boobs). It should only be witnessed to be appreciated. So, please enjoy the following short video that provides a quick demonstration (the victim gave her permission to post). Now go forth to your place of work and dance (or split your trousers)!
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