Thermal Thursday to you all, my little gingersnaps! Just found out our across-the-street neighbors' 14 year old son is following me on twitter. *tries to remember if I've said anything inappropriate for 14 year olds* Uh yep. Most definitely.
That certainly explains his tweet to me last night: "wow u have snakes, I hope I get to see them tomorrow. my parents don't like them but I have always wanted them." I was like... who is coming over to see my snakes? O_o
I didn't even know they knew I was a blogger. He found my twitter account from my personal blog, in which my most recent post is complaining about a different set of neighbors (that they know). Maybe those neighbors read it to, which might be why they refused to let their son play with mine again today. Or more likely it's just because they're still mad our cat Norbert.
Well, if I can happen upon the post of the Gymboree mom slamming me for adopting a child (or in her words "legal kidnapping"), I'm sure my next door neighbors can find the post I just wrote. *sigh* Well, what can you do? I didn't say anything unkind. Just spoke the truth. *shrugs*
On to happier news, here is an article written by a woman who wants us to know that it is hard to be as beautiful as she is. Her biggest complaint? "Other women hate me for no other reason but my lovely looks." Wow. Life must be so hard for her. According to her, jealous wives have frozen her out of their lives and female bosses have kept her from having promotions. And she's never been asked to be a bridesmaid because the brides don't want to be overshadowed by her beauty. She just wants people to stop judging her. Hmmm... I think of all the people in the world who are beautiful enough to think like that, and I'm thinking of Angelina Jolie and Hallie Berry. Ms. Samantha Brick, I don't believe you fall in that category. But I'm thinking your attitude must make you lovely to be around. *shakes head no*
'There are downsides to looking this pretty': Why women hate me for being beautiful
On a recent flight to New York, I was delighted when a stewardess came over and gave me a bottle of champagne.
‘This is from the captain — he wants to welcome you on board and hopes you have a great flight today,’ she explained.
You’re probably thinking ‘what a lovely surprise’. But while it was lovely, it wasn’t a surprise. At least, not for me.
'Good looking woman': But Samantha Brick says that her pleasing looks have been a mixed blessing, with many of her own sex becoming resentful, and have closed as many doors as they have opened
Throughout my adult life, I’ve regularly had bottles of bubbly or wine sent to my restaurant table by men I don’t know. Once, a well-dressed chap bought my train ticket when I was standing behind him in the queue, while there was another occasion when a charming gentleman paid my fare as I stepped out of a cab in Paris.
Another time, as I was walking through London’s Portobello Road market, I was tapped on the shoulder and presented with a beautiful bunch of flowers. Even bar tenders frequently shoo my credit card away when I try to settle my bill.
And whenever I’ve asked what I’ve done to deserve such treatment, the donors of these gifts have always said the same thing: my pleasing appearance and pretty smile made their day.
While I’m no Elle Macpherson, I’m tall, slim, blonde and, so I’m often told, a good-looking woman. I know how lucky I am. But there are downsides to being pretty — the main one being that other women hate me for no other reason than my lovely looks.
If you’re a woman reading this, I’d hazard that you’ve already formed your own opinion about me — and it won’t be very flattering. For while many doors have been opened (literally) as a result of my looks, just as many have been metaphorically slammed in my face — and usually by my own sex.
I’m not smug and I’m no flirt, yet over the years I’ve been dropped by countless friends who felt threatened if I was merely in the presence of their other halves. If their partners dared to actually talk to me, a sudden chill would descend on the room.
Taken: Samantha with her French husband Pascal Rubinat. Ten years her senior, he takes great pride in hearing other men declare that she's a beautiful woman and always tells her to laugh off bitchy comments
And it is not just jealous wives who have frozen me out of their lives. Insecure female bosses have also barred me from promotions at work.
And most poignantly of all, not one girlfriend has ever asked me to be her bridesmaid.
You’d think we women would applaud each other for taking pride in our appearances.
I work at mine — I don’t drink or smoke, I work out, even when I don’t feel like it, and very rarely succumb to chocolate. Unfortunately women find nothing more annoying than someone else being the most attractive girl in a room.
Take last week, out walking the dogs a neighbour passed by in her car. I waved — she blatantly blanked me. Yet this is someone whose sons have stayed at my house, and who has been welcomed into my home on countless occasions.
I approached a mutual friend and discreetly enquired if I’d made a faux pas. It seems the only crime I’ve committed is not leaving the house with a bag over my head.She doesn’t like me, I discovered, because she views me as a threat. The friend pointed out she is shorter, heavier and older than me.
Blushing bride: Samantha on her wedding day, left, and right, at home with Pascal. She laments that not one of her girlfriends has ever asked her to be a bridesmaid - perhaps from fear of being overshadowed by her looks
And, according to our mutual friend, she is adamant that something could happen between her husband and me, ‘were the right circumstances in place’. Yet I’m happily married, and have been for the past four years.
This isn’t the first time such paranoia has gripped the women around me. In my early 20s, when I first started in television as a researcher, one female boss in her late 30s would regularly invite me over for dinner after a long day in the office.
I always accepted her invitation, as during office hours we got along famously. But one evening her partner was at home. We were all a couple of glasses of wine into the evening. Then he and I said we both liked the song we were listening to.
She laid into her bewildered partner for ‘fancying’ me, then turned on me, calling me unrepeatable names before ridiculing me for dying my hair and wearing lipstick. I declined any further invitations.
Therapist Marisa Peer, author of self-help guide Ultimate Confidence, says that women have always measured themselves against each other by their looks rather than achievements — and it can make the lives of the good-looking very difficult.
‘Many of my clients are models, yet people are always astounded when I explain they don’t have it easy,’ she says. If you are attractive other women think you lead a perfect life — which simply isn’t true.
Forced out: While Samantha has previously admitted to flirting to get ahead at work, she also says jealous female bosses have made some jobs so unbearable she has been forced to leave
Hard work: Samantha takes pride in her appearance. She works out - even when she doesn't feel like it - she doesn't drink, she doesn't smoke... and rarely does she succumb to chocolate
‘They don’t realise you are just as vulnerable as they are. It’s hard when everyone resents you for your looks. Men think “what’s the point, she’s out of my league” and don’t ask you out. And women don’t want to hang out with someone more attractive than they are.’
I certainly found that out the hard way, particularly in the office.
One contract I accepted was blighted by a jealous female boss. It was the height of summer and I’d opted to wear knee length, cap-sleeved dresses. They were modest, yet pretty; more Kate Middleton than Katie Price.
But my boss pulled me into her office and informed me my dress style was distracting her male employees. I didn’t dare point out that there were other women in the office wearing similar attire.
Rather than argue, I worked out the rest of my contract wearing baggy, sombre-coloured trouser suits. It was clear that when you have a female boss, it’s best to let them shine, but when you have a male boss, it’s a different game: I have written in the Mail on how I have flirted to get ahead at work, something I’m sure many women do.
Women, however, are far more problematic. With one phenomenally tricky boss, I eventually managed to carve out a positive working relationship. But a year in, her attitude towards me changed; the deterioration began when she started to put on weight.
We were both employed by a big broadcasting company. One of our male UK chiefs recommended I take the company’s global leadership course, which meant doors would have opened for me around the world.
All I needed were two personal recommendations to be eligible. As everyone in the office agreed I was good at my job, I didn’t think this would be a problem.
But while the male executive signed the paperwork without hesitation, my immediate boss refused to sign. When I asked her right-hand woman why, she pulled me to one side and explained that my boss was jealous of me.
Things between us rapidly deteriorated. Whenever I wore something new she’d sneer at me in front of other colleagues that she was the star, not me.
Six months later I handed in my notice. Privately she begged me to stay, blaming the nasty comments on her hormones. She was in her early 40s and confided she was having marital problems. But by then I’d had enough.
I find that older women are the most hostile to beautiful women — perhaps because they feel their own bloom fading. Because my husband is ten years older than me, his social circle is that bit older too.
As a Frenchman, he takes great pride in hearing other men declare that I’m a beautiful woman and always tells me to laugh off bitchy comments from other women.
'I find dinner parties and social gatherings fraught and if I can’t wriggle out of them, then often dress down in jeans and a demure, albeit pretty, top'
Yet I dread the inevitable sarky comments. ‘Here she comes. We’re in the village hall yet Sam’s dressed for the Albert Hall,’ was one I recently overheard. As a result I find dinner parties and social gatherings fraught and if I can’t wriggle out of them, then often dress down in jeans and a demure, albeit pretty, top.
But even these ploys don’t always work. Take last summer and a birthday party I attended with my husband. At one point the host, who was celebrating his 50th, decided he wanted a photo with all the women guests. Positioning us, the photographer suggested I stand immediately to his right for the shot.
Another woman I barely knew pushed me out of the way, shouting it wasn’t fair on all the other women if I was dominating the snap. I was devastated and burst into tears. On my own in the loos one woman privately consoled me — well out of ear-shot of her girlfriends.
So now I’m 41 and probably one of very few women entering her fifth decade welcoming the decline of my looks. I can’t wait for the wrinkles and the grey hair that will help me blend into the background.
Perhaps then the sisterhood will finally stop judging me so harshly on what I look like, and instead accept me for who I am.
Oh, and if you're tempted to think this is a joke & the woman is writing this tongue in cheek, sadly she's 100% serious. Here's her follow-up article to all the hate mail she received on the first article.
Speaking of over-inflated egos, Kanye West admits he fell in love with Kim Kardashian when she was getting married to what's his butt. According to TMZ, they are now officially dating. Perhaps he can protect Kim from flour-bombing PETA members. It's a match made in... er... Bizzaro-land.
Kanye West Admits: "I Fell in Love With Kim" Kardashian
On Wednesday, Kanye West unexpectedly released a brand-new song online, "Theraflu" -- and in between the 34-year-old rapper's typically over-the-top boasts and X-rated tangents, he makes a surprising confession about his pal Kim Kardashian. (Listen to the song here -- warning, explicit content.)
Looking back on his romance with ex Amber Rose, who is now engaged to Wiz Khalifa, West raps, "Only n---a I got respect for is Wiz, And I admit I fell in love with Kim around the same time she fell in love with him."
West then goes on to make a catty reference to Kardashian's future ex-husband, NBA star Kris Humphries, who just happens to play for the New Jersey Nets, which is owned by his good friend Jay-Z. "Well that's cool, baby girl, do your thing, lucky I ain't have Jay drop him from the team," he raps, implying he could get Humphries, 27, fired from the team.
Although they've never commented on a romance, West and Kardashian, 31, have been friends for years, and the "Otis" rapper filmed a cameo on Kourtney and Kim Take New York in summer 2010. They were spotted hanging out together during Paris Fashion Week earlier this year.
And now, for today's FAIL... Sometimes when men hide an engagement ring in their would-be fiancee's food, things can go horribly wrong. Such was the case when a guy hid the ring in his girlfriend's Wendy's Frosty. Really? A Frosty? Anywho, turns out the girl swallowed the ring. Although the fiancee claims it was a large ring (suuuure), she says she felt nothing at all.
She's still pretty upset but, with a little time and a lot of Activia, it will pass.
Marriage proposals — that romantic, time-honored ritual of buying a ring you can't afford, ruining the knee of your nicest pants, and publicly declaring, "Hey, let's ruin our lives together" — are such a commonplace occurance that it's easy to forget how fraught with potential humiliation they are. Here are 10 profoundly embarrassing reminders, from guys whose attempts to take their proposals to the next level just made the explosion bigger when it blew up in their faces.
And for today's WIN!
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Hey, WTF?!! I don't think that kid wants to touch your carrot, Mr. Bunny. Please put it away.
And that's all the time I have for today. Have yourselves a wonderful Easter weekend. If you're looking for healthy/organic Easter treats for the kids' baskets, hop on over to Mommy Hates Chemicals. Meanwhile I'll help myself to the Cadbury Creme Eggs, Reese's Eggs and Peeps. Until Monday then...
The 18th Century prototype for the chainsaw was used as a surgical tool for dissecting limbs and symphysiotomy. Symphysiotomy is a surgical operation in which cartilage is cut out of the pubis in order to widen the pelvis and allow the baby to pass through.
Scottish doctors John Aitken and James Jeffray invented the prototype around 1783-1785. This chain hand saw was particularly used for the removal of diseased knees and elbows. The chain saw was still in use for much of the 19th Century until the Gigli twisted wire saw replaced it.