I need Lizzo & Chris Evans to become a thing. Specifically, I need a typical hunk to further prove that big women are loveable. It would validate a lot of stuff for me. Just hook up for one night, y’all! For us big girls who’ve always been told men like Cap are out of our league.
So, this doesn’t have anything to do with anything, but I’m getting a lot of traffic from a porn site. My business name does tend to have terms in common with a typical porn search, so I’m not surprised. It’s probably a little disappointing. But hey! I’ll be talking about sex toys soon, and you can get a discount from Geeky Sex Toys through my affiliate link and a certain code. Just ask! And welcome!
Today is the first time I’m beta-testing Unlearning 101, and I am nervous as hell. I always get nervous for the “first class” in any setting, but this one is different. This is the first time I’ve created the content from the ground up. I don’t have a textbook to lean on. I don’t have an administrator popping in to my classroom to give me the typical “you can do it” pep talk. I *do* have an IT guy making sure all the equipment is go (thanks, Hubster!). But I’ve never been so invested in something I’ve created.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m SUPER excited! If this works as I want it to, I truly believe this is it. This is what I was meant to do. Even if it doesn’t work, I’ll be discouraged, but then I’ll get back to it because I’ve never felt so locked in and loving toward something I’ve created, not even my novel (which is still there; I’ll finish it eventually).
I never thought I’d be a business owner. Not once. I was always convinced business was not for me. I scoffed at business majors. Now I’m like . . . shit, I should’ve been paying attention.
Every personality test I’ve ever taken said I’d make a great CEO, and I laughed or was confused each time. Now, it’s real. I’m not sure I’ll ever refer to myself as CEO. That’s just weird. But Whole Damn Woman is (so far) everything I wanted it to be. I just hope others love it as much as I do.
My dad & I were chatting on the phone, & he was mildly frustrated because he couldn’t find a word to describe how dumb he thinks Trump is. He was saying there just isn’t a word that encompasses that level of dumb.
He called me back about ten minutes later & said, “I got the word.”
I said, “OK?”
He said, “Dingleberry.”
We both laughed, & I said, “The Top Gear [Grand Tour] guys like to pair that with the word ‘apocalyptic.’ So, apocalyptic dingleberry.”
My dad–forever coming up with the best shit–said, “Trumpalyptic Dingleberry.”