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On House Cats and the Food Chain.
I have a cat. He's a pretty cool cat. He likes to eat and all that jazz, which I'm okay with - I support his habit . I know he relies on me to feed him, which is cool - I like to mix things up. Dry food. Wet food. Some days, he just doesn't know what's coming at him! The other day, as I was opening a can of wet food, I realised that it was a combination of chicken and beef, and it occured to me that in nature, ain't no way in hell any domestic-sized cat be takin' down an Angus-anything. Veal? Again - it would be a little over-zealous for a house cat to try and take one of those down. I mean I get it - chicken, fish. But cow? Lamb? My cat throws up bugs. Case and point.
Beggars Can't Be Choosers
WARNING: This is not a funny post. I'm mad as hell. This won't be a frequent occurrence, I promise. I don't get it. I just don't fucking get it. I don't get how in a modern age, a piece of paper is the only thing that dictates who you are as a societal character. 30 years ago, working your way up, or possibly having a Fat Cat for a father-in-law helped you become a somebody. Respect was something you earned, or possibly something you were given due to a bloodline. 80 years ago, you could start out as a Jewish-Polish Immigrant Nazi-Supporter shining shoes and working in a glue factory, only to work your way up to King of the World. 40 years ago, same idea - only people were starting to consider a post-secondary education and women were finally being included. Now you're not considered qualified to do anything without a certificate to prove it! Experience, innovative-thinking, brains, brilliance and brawn get you nowhere without dedicating at least 4 years of you...
Naturally. Period.
So I've been M.I.A for a while. Welp, I'm back and as and-then-some as ever. In my time off, I participated in The Vagina Monologues. That's right. Raw. Hardcore. Feminism on a stick. I can't really tell you why I got involved. In reality, I'm a bit of a male-chauvinist. I can't stand to be around women. All of those stereotypes: true. The bitching. The moaning. The primping. The low self-worth. The jealousy. The manipulating. The conniving. The smells. The colours. All of it: true. I guess it's a bit off that my best friend is a bit of a Feminist Catalyst herself... but if truth be told, she's got to be the most manly womyn I know. I think that's why I get along...and let myself participate in the neo-feminist-movement. But all that aside: The Vagina Monologues. I was in it. That's right. IN in. I got to talk about vagina's; my vagina. SEX! And the correlation of vagina's and medical instruments infront of a crowd. A crowd including...