Liberals feel unworthy of their possessions.
Conservatives feel they deserve everything they've stolen.
Mort Sahl
Feminism 2
WOMEN have strengths that amaze men. They carry children, they carry hardships, they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
WOMEN wait by the phone for a "safe at home call" from a friend or relative after a snowy drive home.
WOMEN have special qualities about them. They volunteer for good causes. They are pink ladies in hospitals, they bring food to shut ins. They are childcare workers, executives, attorneys, stay-at-home moms, biker babes and your neighbors. They wear suits, jeans, and they wear uniforms.
They fight for what they believe in. They stand up for injustice. They are in the front row at PTA meetings. They vote for the person that will do the best job for family issues.
WOMEN walk and talk the extra mile to get their children in the right schools and for getting their family the right health care. They write to the editor, their congressmen and to the "powers that be" for things that make for a better life. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
WOMEN stick a love note in their husband's lunch box. They do without new shoes so their children can have them. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
WOMEN are honest, loyal, and forgiving. They are smart, knowing that knowledge is power; but they still know how to use their softer side to make a point.
WOMEN want to be the best for their family, their friends, and themselves. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
WOMEN are happy (or cry) when they hear about a birth or a new marriage. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
A WOMAN'S touch can cure any ailment. They know that a hug and a Kiss can heal a broken heart. She can make a romantic evening unforgettable.
WOMEN come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. They live in homes, apartments and cabins. They drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!
WOMEN do more than just give birth. They bring joy and hope. They give compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends.
All they want back is a hug, a smile and for you to do the same to people you come in contact with. Women have a lot to say and a lot to give. The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years-only grows!
You know, if the Church used the following, how many women would not have left??? God's Message to Women:
When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.
But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity.
From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do.
Around this one bone I shaped you. I modeled you. I created you
perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.
Support man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side.
You are my perfect angel. You are my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes -- don't change them. Your lips -- how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle to touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep; I've held your heart close to mine.
Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like me. Adam walked with me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me.
So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you: my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support.
You are special because you are the extension of me. Man represents my image -- woman, my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God.
So man -- treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father.
Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.
>=====(Submitted by Nancy Davis)
Feminism Is:
By me! (atropo)
Saying it is okay to be a girl
Shattering a glass ceiling and making sure it isn't repaired
Being equal
Showing that one sex is not better than the other
Staying at home and taking care of the kids
Going to work and using childcare
Becoming educated because you have a brain that thinks
Making pottery
Growing a garden to give something back to nature
Being able to cry so the soul can heal
Opening your own doors
Having kids in the first place
Not having kids at all
Standing up for yourself
Being a model
Not being a model and feeling great about your figure
Defending your sisters
Doing the same job for equal pay
Wearing a bra
Then burning it
Being responsible enough to vote
Actually voting to make a difference
Owning a home
Watching Chick flicks
Then watching Dick flicks
Not seeing the difference
Not being a doormat
Able to say NO!
Defending others rights to say NO!
Defending others rights
Defending others choices
Having a right to choose how ones body will be used
Defending womens health care
Taking math classes
Taking science classes
Going to college and graduating
Being disgusted with the phrase "Sex Sells"
Realizing men are abused also
And protecting them as well
About volunteering and donating blood
Realizing not all traditions should be kept in effect
Forging your own trails
Encouraging others to forage as well
Making the streets safe for everybody
Fighting drugs and violence
Stopping rape
Stopping war crimes
Protecting the Earth and all Her creatures
Being Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Pagan, Islamic, Agnotstic, Atheist, Taoist, Zen, Shinto, Buddist or any other religion even if you are the only member.
Changing the rules
Being fair
Making changes
An English professor wrote the words, "a woman without her man is
nothing" on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly.
The men wrote: "A woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote:
"A woman: without her, man is nothing."
Punctuation is everything!
I'M A BITCH, ARE YOU?
Geeze, I wish I knew who wrote this. You GO! girl
When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.
When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts, or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.
Being a bitch entails raising my children to be strong people who have a solid sense of personal and social responsibility, who are not afraid to stand up for what they believe in and who love and respect themselves for the beautiful beings they are.
Being a bitch means that I am free to be the wonderful creature that am, with all my own intricacies, contradictions, quirks and beauty.
Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak up against it, I am defined as a bitch.
The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
I am proud to be a bitch! It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.
I am outspoken, opinionated, and determined.
By God, I want what I want, and there is nothing wrong
with that!
So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.
I got flowers today
I got flowers today. It wasn't my birthday or any
other special day. We had our first argument last night, And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said. Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today. It wasn't our anniversary or any
other special day. Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn't believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and
bruised all over. I know he must be sorry. Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today, and it wasn't Mother's Day or any
other special day. Last night, he beat me up again. And it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? I'm afraid of him and scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry. Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. It
was the day of my funeral. Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death. If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers...today.
By the warrior Goddess! Damit people! When will the jokes and insanity end! Women die everyday by monsters that society protects and coddles. We are laughed at, scorned... And the saddest thing is...often it is women who turn their backs on the black eyes, broken bodies, corpes of our sisters. The only way it will end is if WE do it ourselves. Even if it only by reaching out, listening...Help your sisters. Lord knows society won't.
STOP DOMESTIC VIOLENCE
IT'S KILLING OUR FUTURE AS WELL AS OUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN
If you love something, set it free.
If it comes back, it will always be yours.
If it doesn't come back, it was never yours to begin
with.
But if it just sits in your living room, messes up
your stuff, eats your food, uses your telephone,
takes your money and doesn't appear to realize you've
set it free...
You either married it or gave birth to it.
A fairy tale for the assertive woman of the 90's.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, A beautiful, independent, self assured princess, happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shore of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the Princess' lap and said: Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome Prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young Prince I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in yon castle, with my Mother... Where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.
That night, as the Princess dined sumptuously on a repast of lightly sautÈed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled to herself and thought:
I don't f***ing think so.
FEMALE COMEBACKS
Man: Where have you been all my life ?
Woman: Hiding from you.
Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.
Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.
Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.
Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I'm a female impersonator.
Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.
Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized.
Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.
Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: But would you stay there?
Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.
God and Eve in the Garden
One day in the Garden of Eden, Eve calls out to God...
"Lord, I have a problem!"
"What's the problem, Eve?"
"Lord, I know you've created me and have provided this beautiful garden and all of these wonderful animals,and that hilarious comedic snake, but I'm just not happy."
"Why is that, Eve?" came the reply from above.
"Lord, I am lonely. And I'm sick to death of apples."
"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you."
"What's a 'man,' Lord?"
"This man will be a flawed creature, with many bad traits. He'll lie, cheat, and be vainglorious; all in all, he'll give you a hard time. But, he'll be bigger, faster, and will like to hunt and kill things. He will look silly aroused, but since you've been complaining, I'll create him in such in a way that he will satisfy your ah, physical needs. He'll be witless and will revel in childish things like fighting and kicking a ball about. He won't be too smart, so he'll also need your advise to think properly.
"Sounds great," says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow. "What's the catch, Lord?"
"Yeah, well.... you can have him on one condition."
"What's that, Lord?"
"As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant, and self-admiring...So you'll have to let him believe that I made him first. So, just remember, it's our secret...Woman to Woman."
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Brightest of Blessings