American Woman

So, you know how some women seem to attract sleazy guys? Two-timing scumbags? Sometimes a girl's lucky enough to attract an emotionally stable guy, or a guy obsessed with her.
I, ladies and gentlesaurs, attract Americans.

That's right. You heard me. Soda-pop-drinking, politically dualist, loud and usually 'entitled' masters of the bedroom, aka Americans.
The first time it happened, I thought it was a fluke; I'd never even met an American before DancingBear!
Still, there he was in his expensive Armani suit at the Britomart bus stop; Shaun, the Investment Banker.
He was from Boston, and he talked a mighty smooth line... Right into my panties.

Then there was the sexy, sweet talking saxophone player. He was from Tucson, AZ. He found me on OkCupid, convinced me that it would be a fantastic idea to catch a taxi at 11pm on a Sunday, so that I could... Chat with him,
Yeah, that's right. Sweet, passionate conversation. Well, apparently that wasn't all he had in mind!

After that followed cowboy Thomas, gamer geek Stephen, and Daniel, the tantra-practicing Californian dude with chocolate skin and a smile smooth as sarsaparilla. (Actually, I don't really know what sarsaparilla tastes like, but it was a good word!).

Soon, with my entrancing hypnosis skills and my talent in the bedroom, I will rule the world through the stray men of America. Those who dare to wander through Aotearoa and into my bedroom, or slip a message into my hot box on the site of Cupid's affirmation won't stand a chance against my oh so awkward feminine wiles.

Ah, America. The land of opportunities ^_~

IRONY

No, not the adjective, in which one describes a taste.
"So, Carny, how's your man-snack 3.0?"
"The fat's really good, and I like the ribs, but he's a bit iron-y for me."

No, what I'm talking is about is when you experience or observe a situation that has incongruity between what is expected to be and what actually is.

Take, for example, an experience that occurred to DancingBear and I. Washing powder was spilt upon the tiles of the bathroom cave, and we tried to put it back in the box. Alas, it had mixed with hair and dust and dirt and was no longer useful for cleaning clothing. Shouldn't a cleaning product make the floor clean, instead of being made dirty by said floor?!

 There are many examples of irony; feeling tired because you've slept too much, or rain on your wedding day... To Ra, the Egyptian Sun God.

To me, irony is one of the funniest forms of funny out there and it happens every day, all around us.
And soooo... to another topic.


POLITICS.

Politics are full of irony. I've always considered myself to be on the political fence, leaning slightly to the left. I mean, I see advantages to both right and left wing Governments in New Zealand; they don't try to achieve the same goals, so you can't really say one is 'good' and one is 'bad' unless you're comparing them from a bias. I have, however, just taken a political map test that assures me that I am a communist/ libertarian bordering on anarchy. I'm situated in the exact spot where Gandhi and the Dalai Lama live.


So, with that in mind, how do I feel about the following question?

Q) Those who are able to work, and refuse the opportunity, should not expect society's support.

A) This is one of the more difficult questions I was asked. Not because it's intellectually tricky, or even because of the potential moral implications... I found it difficult because it asks me to sum up, in one single word (Yes, or No,) how I view other people and their actions regarding work, and makes me wield the power to decide what *they* (the people who are able to work, but refuse,) should or should not expect in terms of their rights and how they are treated as individuals and human beings.

Some of the things I thought about in answering this question were:
Do I believe that people should be punished, even passively, for taking an action or non-action on a collective basis?
What is my first, instinctual feeling about people that choose not to work but are able to?
How might I feel about this if I could not work, but would like to?
Who is viewing work as an opportunity? Is it an opportunity? Or an obligation? Perhaps a contribution?
What is 'support'? Is it money, paid by tax payers? Is it shared resources? Is it care and affection?

 So, in answer to the above, in order:
No, I do not believe in withdrawing support because of a lack of perceived input from society. I do, however, expect that if individuals want something out of life or of others, they ought to (in an ideal, utopian world) put something in.

My first instinctual feeling when I think about someone given the 'opportunity' to work but refuses to is that they are perhaps content. Content with their lives as they are, and unwilling to change or to expend effort in the goals of the masses.

It is possible that if I could not work, but would like to, that I may feel resentment towards this person. I may think that they are selfish, and lazy, and arrogant to think that they may partake of the fruits of society's good works... And yet, only to an extent. I would believe that any living thing has the right to the basics of life; food, water, shelter, love, oxygen, simply on the grounds of being alive.

I believe work is many things to many people. It is survival, it is a responsibility, an obligation, an opportunity and a contribution. Work is more than just having a job. Work is more than money, and it's more than a title, more than a trade. Work can be doing something you're afraid of, or something you don't like. Work is choosing to do one kind thing purposefully for another human being. Work is making children inside your body, healing torn ligaments, and creating art. Work, in my humble opinion, is anything we do that we consider worth doing. It is our mana made tangible.


All in all, it is my thought that society has become a machine, with large parts reliant on corporations and Governments and those brave people that stand up and let their voice be assertively heard and recognised across the globe. We are all expected to be part of it, in the broad view of 'society', a working, efficient piece of the automaton that keeps everything on time, moving forward, productive.

I do not believe that every person is needed for this machine. I do not believe that it is for every person that they fit within the realms of what is acceptable and expected for the masses. My answer to the person that has that job opportunity and refuses it?
Seek your dreams, find your place, and be content in the knowledge that we have ours.

Today I wore my Underpants on the Outside!

Okay, so it was yesterday, but... I actually did, you know! I felt like.... A goddamn superhero!
I went to D&D, rolled five 20's in a row.
I also stopped a bus with a pelvic thrust. That's right. Let's set the scene:
It's late afternoon and there's a light rain falling. A solitary dinosaur stands at a bus stop. The bus, large and green, comes into sight, moving quickly; too quickly for any regular dinosaur to stop it.
You see her wave frantically, and the bus shows no sign of stopping. The driver isn't even looking her way.
Suddenly, the dinosaur thrusts her pelvis towards the bus; perhaps she was an Elvis fan, or maybe some secret power that only works with particularly rude gestures.
Whatever the case, the bus swerves into the stop, and the dinosaur clambers on.
The driver says "Sorry, didn't see you there. I just happened to look over at the stop at the last second, and there you were."
The dinosaur smiles, nods, and sits down. She knows what really happened.
So, great story huh? I know. I'm amazing.
As a conclusion to this, the first post of my new blog, I shall merely state that I am into everything to do with receiving ham.
Good night, and good luck!