I think of it differently - my theory is that the hormonal storm of PMS blows our locked doors open, and feelings that we successfully hide all month come rushing out.
Twenty-something days a month we can swallow it and smile and make nice. But for a few days, mother nature takes over and strips us of our fake expressions and ROAR! We are women! Fear us!!
Another dead blue whale has been found off our shores.
Normally I would feel a little sad, shrug and move on. But it is That Special Time, so things are different.
I am ANGRY and UPSET and CRAZY and BEWILDERED. WTF is going on? These animals live from 40-80 years and they are endangered, with only 8,000-14,000 worldwide (before whaling, there were close to 300,000).
Why are there 2 dead in one week in the same place? I hope to God it isn't that sonar testing, and if it is, I hope some intrepid journalist digs up the evidence.
This is a live whale and calf.
Here is the link to the petition for the Navy to end their whale-killing sonar program again. Please sign it, link it, and pass it along.
And in other fairly appalling news, I have vestiges of the racist South, right here in my sidebar ads. Here's what the Wikipedia entry has to say:
When white South Carolina planters were unable to make their rice crops thrive, “slaves from West Africa’s rice region tutored planters in growing the crop.” In the American South whites once commonly referred to elderly black men as uncle even though they were not blood relations. During the later 20th century this was considered patronizing and demeaning and was widely deprecated.To be fair, when the Uncle Ben brand was established, such racist imagery was common in advertising (Aunt Jemima, anyone). And a few years ago, Uncle Ben was promoted to "chairman of the board." I just can't wait to meet some Fortune 500 CEOs so I can start calling them "Uncle" and "Aunt."
Aunt Pattie Woertz of the Fortune 500