First of all, I want to tell you, as much as I’d like to meet Michelle and Barrack Obama, I didn’t jump the fence at the White House. I haven’t even left Oklahoma all month. Cross my heart. I can think of several much more fun ways to get arrested if I feel like being bad.
For those of you going, “what?” Here’s the story. lol
http://www.washingtontimes.com/weblogs/potus-notes/2009/jun/09/fence-jumper-immediately-apprehended-at-white-hous/
A few times I have been accused of being a misogynist and for the record I don’t always side with men. Here’s an example:
Several years a go a guy came to my apartment when I was young, single and had people over quite a bit. He was bragging to another guy about how he goes out all the time leaving his “old lady” at home with the kids while he has affairs and does whatever he wants.
Being the outspoken young woman I was and feeling his spouse needed someone to speak up in her defense since she was “home with the kids” I had the following to say to Mr. Gigolo.
“What makes you think she’s sitting at home alone while you are out carousing? Maybe when you leave she has another man over or gets a sitter and goes out too.”
He got really mad stood up, pointed his finger at me and I gotta tell you he was a little scary but I had a room full of guys who would have carried him outside had he tried anything so I felt relatively safe. He says, “She knows she better not or I’ll kick her ass.”
I laughed at him. Yes I did. First of all because he was truly funny and second of all so it didn’t look like I was intimidated because I was just a little. He got up and left in a huff.
Now why would I remember something like that all these years later? I have asked myself this very question from time to time. Maybe it’s because I wonder why a man thinks he has the right to do these things while his woman only has eyes for him and sits home waiting for him to finally drag his sorry ass home. Maybe perhaps it’s because I worried a bit about the poor woman who I defended. Did the turd go home and smack her around because I planted an evil seed in his little brain? If so I would have felt really bad. How many years did she put up with him before she got tired of it all? Did she finally leave him?
So what do y’all think? Should I have kept quiet and not said anything?
