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Mean Reds

You know those days when you've got the mean reds.... the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is.

~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1958, spoken by the character Holly Golightly

We are in the days of pressure to be constantly aware of political correctness. I do find it important to try your hardest not to purposely offend someone, but sometimes the politically correct terms or phrases are ever changing. Everyone has something that they are sensitive about, and you never know what you may say, unknowingly and unintentionally, to offend someone......I find it all trivial and hard to keep up with.


She is not ugly, she is under-attractive?
Are they Oriental or Asian?
The term disabled is now suppose to be differently abled?
Old or chronically advanced?
Torture is now to be referred to as extraordinary rendition?
Poor or financially unstable or economically marginalized?
Should failure now be non-traditional success? REALLY?
Prisoner= client of the correctional system? ....does it go that far?


Geez. Who knew public communication could get so complicated? I feel like I am generally a good person but need a friggin study guide and cheat sheet just to appease the masses. I probably also need my own personal censorship for when I do flub up, because I know I will. Foot in politically incorrect mouth.

For the record, I am not pale: I am pigmently impaired. I am not short, I am vertically challenged. I am not skinny, I have a slender body type. I am not a secretary, I am a Program Administrator! Get it straight!

There is nothing like killing two birds with one stone (or if you have followed my blogs, I should rather use the analogy two cats with one car......). Anyway, I love Goodwill!

I get to dump all of my still usable goods (rule of thumb: if you wouldn't touch it if it weren't yours- throw it away, please no dirty donations!) that are cramping my home and style and give it to a place that turns this into a good cause....ahhh. Sigh. Closet vacancy and warm fuzzies, how can you beat that?

Before we knew it, we had accumulated a bag of linens, four bags of clothes, and finally decided to let go of a small hand me down computer desk that did not ever work in the room, and never had the computer on it anyway!.... And again, warm fuzzies. I have to remind myself to have a couple of warm fuzzies though, that I am doing a semi-good thing. Because, I get really consumed with the fact that I am actually getting rid of stuff and have the selfish ambition that one day my house will look like a picture perfect magazine home and not a storage unit!

Need some warm fuzzies? Donate something you haven't worn in over a year, but know someone else could cherish and sport with style.