Today Stanley went to the groomers. Stanley did not WANT to go the groomers. However, Stanley had the opportunity to sniff butt with a poodle so that was a good thing. I haven’t picked him up yet, but I’m sure I will get the cold shoulder for a little while, especially when he figures out that people were here in his absence.
My raccoon problem is finished. The nice Varmint Masters person has been so cool and it’s done, all done. Yay! Seriously, if you’re in San Antonio and have a varmint problem, call them. I can’t say enough nice things about them. Plus, Waylon let me pick his brain and ask him oodles of questions. Hey, you never know when that information will come in handy.
I saw where the American Psychological Association (the APA) has made the decree that traditional masculinity – “marked by stoicism, competitiveness, dominance, and aggression:” is harmful.
Have they lost their everlovin’ minds?
Dear World, beta males are no fun. They’re wusses.
I think the “traditional” man is to be applauded. Long live the Alpha male. Give me a strong man any day. You can have the pajama boys, thanks. I’m not interested.
I’ve never heard of anything more idiotic. Correction, I have, but this is probably not the forum for some of the idiocy that passes for culture nowadays.
Yes, I’m dangerously close to a rant.
Have you seen the Netflix series Secret City? It features Anna Torv who starred in Fringe. That was always one of my favorites when it came to Sci-Fi. Secret City disturbed me on a visceral level for a couple of reasons. It’s taken a few days for me to figure out exactly why. Let me know if you’ve seen it and maybe we can discuss it.