It was - and is continued to be - paid for by the sacrifices of the men and women of the United States Armed Forces.
"There are worse things in life than having your nude pics passed all around your high school at age 18."
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
#AmericanApparel now photoshopping out parts of the♀anatomy effectively sexualizes & shames♀bodies #FreeTheNipple pic.twitter.com/E473yvKXFQ
— Alexandra L. Regehr (@Goulnick) March 21, 2015
I don't mind it when my students tell me, "Hey, Ms. C. Your nips are showing."
(although that's usually the result of when I'm not wearing a bra, I do hear it sometimes when I'm being down-bloused, too, and DO have one on)
But especially for when those times when I'll be in front of them without a blouse on (doing nothing inappropriate of course) or when I'm being unknowingly upskirted as I walk past students' desks, it's good to know before I buy something online how transparent it's going to be.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Obama in Saudi Arabia Today
It's a safe bet you won't ever see President Obama's press secretary Josh Earnest do a press gaggle like this one:
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Hillary Drop Kicks Obama! Yessssss!
"Great nations need organizing principles, and 'Don't do stupid stuff' is not an organizing principle." - Hillary Clinton |
Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has trashed Obama's handling of Syria and Iraq in a recent interview with the Atlantic's Jeffrey Goldberg, pointedly saying the president's refusal to help rebels in Syria led directly to the rise of ISIS.
"The failure to help build up a credible fighting force of the people who were the originators of the protests against Assad—there were Islamists, there were secularists, there was everything in the middle—the failure to do that left a big vacuum, which the jihadists have now filled," Clinton said.
Furthermore, she mocked a catch-phrase President Obama recently coined to describe his foreign-policy doctrine: "Don’t do stupid shit."
"Great nations need organizing principles, and 'Don't do stupid stuff'’ is not an organizing principle, she countered.
Clinton called for the United States to develop an "overarching" strategy to combat Islamic terrorism.
"One of the reasons why I worry about what's happening in the Middle East right now is because of the breakout capacity of jihadist groups that can affect Europe, can affect the United States," she said.
"Jihadist groups are governing territory. They will never stay there, though. They are driven to expand. Their raison d'etre is to be against the West, against the Crusaders, against the fill-in-the-blank—and we all fit into one of these categories. How do we try to contain that? I'm thinking a lot about containment, deterrence, and defeat."
"You know, we did a good job in containing the Soviet Union but we made a lot of mistakes, we supported really nasty guys, we did some things that we are not particularly proud of, from Latin America to Southeast Asia, but we did have a kind of overarching framework about what we were trying to do that did lead to the defeat of the Soviet Union and the collapse of Communism. That was our objective. We achieved it."
Clinton also voiced concern about the continued resurgence of anti-Semitism in the world.
"You can't ever discount anti-Semitism, especially with what's going on in Europe today. There are more demonstrations against Israel by an exponential amount than there are against Russia seizing part of Ukraine and shooting down a civilian airliner. So there's something else at work here than what you see on TV."
To read the full article, click here.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Happy Independence Day!
I'd rather be nude for the whole world to see than be in a Red Coat. Happy 4th of July!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Monday, May 5, 2014
Itty Bitty Titty Committee
The above video sure highlights a feeling I know all too well.
The embarrassment. The ridicule. The humiliation.
How else could I feel after being 'congratulated' over the public address system for having been 'unanimously selected' to be our high school's representative for the local chapter of the "Itty Bitty Titty Committee"?
The 9th grade boy who read that prank announcement before lunch hour one day was duped and the assistant principal later apologized for the comments made to the whole school about my flat chest. But in the weeks that preceded that most students had already seen full frontal nude pics of me that were being circulated about by a handful of jerks. So what was a little more shame?
After all, in reality, the P.A. announcement was not telling anyone anything they hadn't already been visually informed about.
Though rumors had persisted in my junior year that I was a "stuffer", I denied them - vehemently. When two 9th grade boys persisted, claiming that their older female cousin (who was a senior the year before) told them I was as "flat as Kansas" after observing me showering, I called them "fucking liars" and embarrassed them by depantsing them in front of several other girls. (Did they ever enjoy payback a year in my senior year when they effectively rubbed my face in my nude pics!)
All the jokes, though undeniably factual, were still quite humiliating.
"Boy-boobed Belinda."
"Flat as Kansas."
"Tacs on an ironing board."
"Pimples"
I'd also occasionally find breast augmentation ads taped to the outside of my locker.
One day a boy told his friends as I approached, "Here comes breakfast." Then, in front of me and his laughing friends, he explained to a new student that my breasts were as flat as pancakes.
Even some of rivals on other school softball teams heard of my embarrassment and chanted one time, "One, two, three, four. Who is flat as a door? Belinda. Belinda. Yeah!" A couple times training bras were rolled, taped up and tossed at me on the field.
I had already been publicly convicted of major 'bust fraud.' The 'evidence' was overwhelming and undeniable once everyone knew I still should be wearing a training bra at age 18 instead of stuffing an A-cup! (I couldn't even fill an AA cup at the time.)
How fitting indeed, many students and even some faculty felt, that an impertinent, mouthy, suspected bra stuffer had been exposed - LITERALLY!
There was certainly no point in stuffing my bra anymore after that!
I also went back to wearing a training bra during my senior year.
For flat-chested teenage girls, I can offer one important bit of advice from personal experience:
Never, Never, NEVER stuff your bra. It will only add to the humiliation when your nude pics make the rounds at school. And trust me. Nude pics of you WILL make the rounds. Someone will make SURE of it.
(At least I've since graduated from the training bra. Though, as you can see, barely.)
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Saturday, March 1, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Time to Move to Antarctica
I've already resigned myself to the fact that I'm never going to live down not only being dressed as "Baby New Year 2014" but having my nappy changed as I laid naked on the floor in front of well over 50 laughing guests at our New Year's Eve Party - not to even mention the involuntary consequences that then occurred from my sister Anna's tickling me.
That's what I get for having been a good sport the prior two years for dressing up as "Baby New Year" as a gag for just a dozen or so close friends.
Yesterday, I went shopping at our local grocery store and while checking out the male teenage bagger smiled and said to me, "Your name is Belinda, isn't it?"
Surprised, I looked at him, smiled back and said, "Yes, it is."
He grinned and said, "Thought so."
Puzzled, I said to him, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
He grinned back and said, "No. But I feel like I sure know you. My cousin told me you shop here a lot."
As I got a lump in my throat, his next comment confirmed the feeling of dread that had come over me.
"She and her boyfriend were at your sisters' New Year's Eve party," he said.
As my face turned red, with now both the male checker and the young woman waiting in line behind me paying attention to this curious conversation, he continued, "Nice outfit you had on that night. But you looked even better when they took off your..."
I quickly spoke up in a loud voice, hoping to drown out the word "diaper" by frantically interrupting him and asking, "Thanks. Could you do me a huge favor and go get me a case of water, the one that's on sale?"
Snickering slightly, he said, "Sure thing" eyeing me up and down as he walked past the check stand. I then tried to avoid eye contact with the checker and the other customer, who by now were smirking at my discomfort from the awkward exchange they overheard me having with the teenage boy.
Within seconds, the checker had finished ringing up my order so I told him, "You know what, forget the water. I think we have enough at home."
I then swiped my credit card and hurriedly rushed out of the store before the bagger returned. Unfortunately in my haste, when I got outside to my car I realized that I had forgot one of my bags on the check stand.
Walking back into the store, I witnessed the bagger sharing his cell phone with the male cashier who checked me out and a female cashier. All three were laughing, the male checker saying, "That's fucking hilarious! Pissing herself like a little baby..."
I was totally mortified as they turned, shocked, saw me standing there and starring at me for several seconds, perhaps wondering if I would say anything.
But when they saw I was flushed with complete shame and not anger, they then all burst out laughing again. I grabbed my other bag, put my head down in humiliation and walked out as fast as I could.
That's what I get for having been a good sport the prior two years for dressing up as "Baby New Year" as a gag for just a dozen or so close friends.
Yesterday, I went shopping at our local grocery store and while checking out the male teenage bagger smiled and said to me, "Your name is Belinda, isn't it?"
Surprised, I looked at him, smiled back and said, "Yes, it is."
He grinned and said, "Thought so."
Puzzled, I said to him, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
He grinned back and said, "No. But I feel like I sure know you. My cousin told me you shop here a lot."
As I got a lump in my throat, his next comment confirmed the feeling of dread that had come over me.
"She and her boyfriend were at your sisters' New Year's Eve party," he said.
As my face turned red, with now both the male checker and the young woman waiting in line behind me paying attention to this curious conversation, he continued, "Nice outfit you had on that night. But you looked even better when they took off your..."
I quickly spoke up in a loud voice, hoping to drown out the word "diaper" by frantically interrupting him and asking, "Thanks. Could you do me a huge favor and go get me a case of water, the one that's on sale?"
Snickering slightly, he said, "Sure thing" eyeing me up and down as he walked past the check stand. I then tried to avoid eye contact with the checker and the other customer, who by now were smirking at my discomfort from the awkward exchange they overheard me having with the teenage boy.
Within seconds, the checker had finished ringing up my order so I told him, "You know what, forget the water. I think we have enough at home."
I then swiped my credit card and hurriedly rushed out of the store before the bagger returned. Unfortunately in my haste, when I got outside to my car I realized that I had forgot one of my bags on the check stand.
Walking back into the store, I witnessed the bagger sharing his cell phone with the male cashier who checked me out and a female cashier. All three were laughing, the male checker saying, "That's fucking hilarious! Pissing herself like a little baby..."
I was totally mortified as they turned, shocked, saw me standing there and starring at me for several seconds, perhaps wondering if I would say anything.
But when they saw I was flushed with complete shame and not anger, they then all burst out laughing again. I grabbed my other bag, put my head down in humiliation and walked out as fast as I could.
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