Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Being alone, being lonely, and dealing with discrimination

Ok, some of you get on me about posting stuff that is not of my creation. Well, tough-sh!t, my place, my editorial commentary, and my rules. And when I find something funny, cool, or that I feel that others would enjoy in expanding the intelligense of ones brain. I will post it. My sandbox, my toys, my opinion. At least I give credit when I can to whomever is the author.

That out of the way. I came across this article on Forbes that gives credence to what I as a single person have felt for many years. If someone married has a child or significant other that is sick, no-prob getting time off. However when the woman I lived with for over ten years calls up & I need to take her to the hospital, I get screwed out of PTO leave. If my pet, {that I considered my child}, got sick or died, I got buppkiss for sympathy from the corporate talking-heads that decide my monetary state.

But if I were married it is a whole different story. I would be allowed to come in late from dropping the kids off, leave early to pick E up from the clinic, and if the call came through that she had gone into labour, be ordered to leave the premises to attend my child's birth.

But I have seen too many of my friends lives ruined by jumping the gun early getting married before they realized how much they torque each other off when they are stuck together all the time. [what happened to me]

And remember kids:
Marriage is eight letters long.
And that makes it TWICE as bad as a four letter word.


If I get married, it will be to someone that I know I will be able to live with forever, die for, or die with.

Blessed Be, and . . . .
MY NAME IS DOCTOR STRANGELOVE, I AM SINGLE AND [almost] PROUD!
And be sure to check the link @ the end of the article.

This is the Forbes.com article

Best Cities For Singles

Stop Singlism!
Leslie Talbot 08.21.07, 6:00 PM ET

Listen up, singletons. If you've given up on the dating scene and resigned yourself to a lifetime of solitude culminating in a fatal fall in the shower and subsequent consumption by starving house pets, here's something else to fret about:

You're a member of the only minority subject to officially sanctioned discrimination--call it singlism.

As one of our nation's 90 million unmarried citizens, I've become inured to the social pressure to couple up--the backhanded insults and armchair psychoanalysis meted out by friends, co-workers, and well-meaning strangers at the bus stop whenever my marital status comes under scrutiny. And, believe me, I've heard it all. Selfish? Check. Immature? Check. Emotionally unstable? Check. Too picky for my own good? Check, check, and check.

But I've never bought into the prevailing notion that a perfectly fulfilling singular existence is little more than a karmic consolation prize. As far as I'm concerned, there's no more unfulfilling existence than one spent trapped with the wrong person. Take my word for it--a loveless marriage will sap your spirit and your sanity a lot more quickly than a lifetime of dateless Saturday nights. For me, then, and for many of the 41% of adults in this country who are single, singlehood is not merely the right choice. It is the responsible choice.

That's why I'm always so perplexed when confronted with evidence that the rest of the world believes otherwise.

From the workplace to the voting booth to your own backyard, the message to singles is clear, consistent, and omnipresent: Married:good! Single: bad! And, just to be sure you don't miss the point, there's no shortage of folks ready to pile on, just itching to remind you that, no matter how responsible and productive a member of society you think you are, without that "special someone" waiting for you at home, you are but a societal dilettante, unworthy of the rights, privileges and respect extended so enthusiastically to the coupled.

Single people make up a significant portion of the workforce, so you might think their employers would make at least a token effort to keep them happy. You'd be wrong. In their zeal to appear "family friendly," companies often overcompensate at the expense of singles, pressuring unmarried employees to travel more frequently, work more weekends and holidays, stay later during the week and refrain from taking time off during school vacation season, regardless of rank or seniority.

Not that all this extra work translates into a higher salary. A 2004 study by economists Kate Antonovics and Robert Town found that marriage increases men's wages by as much as 27%. All told, when pension, insurance and other benefits are factored in, married workers frequently end up out-earning their single counterparts by thousands of dollars a year.

Corporate America isn't any friendlier to singles on the consumer side of the equation, opting instead to shower their discounts on the wedded in the form of preferred insurance rates and "family" memberships at gyms and country clubs. And if you're considering a solo cruise or vacation to a posh resort or spa, make sure you've saved up enough to cover the "singles supplement" you'll be charged for daring to occupy an entire room by yourself. Happy trails!

Unfair, you cry? Don't look to the government for any redress, because they're in on it too. Anti-discrimination laws cover race, religion, gender and age--but singles go woefully unprotected at the federal level. In fact, when it comes to singlism, the government is one of the worst offenders, waving the tax code like a magical fairy wand of approval over married couples.

As a single homeowner, you can pay the same sale price, down payment, mortgage interest and property tax as that lovely couple in the identical house down the street--but should you choose to sell your home, you are entitled to only half the maximum capital gains exemption they will receive.

And, whatever you do, don't die--at least not if you have loved ones and want to leave stuff to them. A married couple can leave each other as much property, retirement savings and Social Security benefits as the surviving spouse can carry off, tax free. A single person's property, however, can be subject to all manner of taxes, or, in the case of Social Security payments, funneled back into the Federal trough in their entirety, regardless of total lifetime contributions.

For the record, I don't begrudge married people their due. And I will gladly pony up my share of the cost to keep the playgrounds open and public schools afloat. Contributing to the common good is the price we all pay for living in a civilized world, and if I can make someone else's life a little easier in the process, then, hey, more power to me. Besides, I'd rather have your children sitting in class perfecting their spitball skills than screaming in the restaurant booth beside me.

But I refuse to accept the idea that marriage alone should call for entitlements. After all, if single really is so bad, why are there so many of us? Why are we the fastest-growing demographic in the country today? And why, for every single deemed "unlucky in love," do I know a half-dozen more who deem themselves "lucky to have gotten out of that last nightmare relationship in one piece?"

The fact is, more and more Americans are deciding to marry when it's right and if it's right--not whether or not it's right. That's a state of affairs worth being thankful for. Now, if we could just get the singlists off our backs.

Leslie Talbot is the author of Singular Existence: Because It's Better to Be Alone Than to Wish You Were!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

In the world of [in]-intolerants - - NSFW unless headphones

I found this blurp of a Jewish girl that pranked her {extreme} short fused parents via a morning radio show. The setup is that while at school she met an Italian & is dating him. What follows is what happened when she called her parents after her dad left a big rant on her voxmail triggered by one of the radio guys calling the home asking to speak with her.
Keep in mind mom & dad do not know the Jewish American Princess in their eyes, has a tap on her phone & the whole conversation is live, {though delayed thankfully}, and being broadcast as they spoke.


Jewish Girl Prank Calls Her Parents - Watch more free videos

Blessed Be those that find humour in the faults that they have.
And also blessed are those that do not have parents like this woman.
Dr. Strangelove

Friday, August 10, 2007

The 'Caerbannog Killer Rabbits' Await you all with great big nasti pointi teeth!

So our fantasy football draft is August 27th. And once again I am signed up to help fill the roster, once in a while to get a "WTF did you do to win that one?", from the guys who know player stats like idiot savants. However, where I am on the level of stats & my picks, is mostly part random luck & name recognition.

And speaking of names, I had to come up with a name for my team that was better than the generic one that commissioner Led created. Then I got to thinking "why not a logo too?".

So, after much consideration and research, here are the top five teams I came up with:

The first was something related to the plight of the mis-understood deadly squirrel.

-SIOUX FALLS PSYCHO-SQUIRRELS-
Then refined the name because I like the photo
-SIOUX FALLS SUPER-SQUIRRELS-
Then I thought of yet another furry favorite animal of mine, and came up with this name.
-ANTIOCH GRENADIERS-
Then I went to Camelot and got a real silly idea for a name.
-CAERBANNOG KILLER BUNNIES-
Then realalizing how silly bunnies sounded I left Camelot. I mean, REALLY, bunnies are not threatening! What are they going to do, nibble your bum?

And so I finally settled on
-CAERBANNOG KILLER RABBITS-
And the finalist logo is. . .


So . . . .

Blessed Be, and beware of not only the nasti teeth, but rabbits bearing switchblades.
Dr. Strangelove

Saturday, August 04, 2007

A nice story about elephants

This is a flashback for me. I saw this when it first aired, and about fell off the couch laughing.
Thanks to Led, and the video he posted yesterday, I re-enjoyed some of the sketches from Carol Burnett. And remembered how damn funny Tim Conway was before the whole "Dorf" crap.



Enjoy. And for those of you old enough, look up the videos that made you laugh hard enough to almost laugh enough to make you snort, embarrass yourself, or projectile launch a contact lens across a room.

Then sit back & share with your friends what is truly funny.

Blessed Be, and happy Lughnasadh.
Dr. Strangelove