We have an interesting development in our mysterious M.A.’s diary (first discussed here): it looks like she gave considerable thought into how she presented herself, clothing-wise.
How many philosophers can you name spent time thinking of such things?
Yeah, same here.
And yet, it can be argued, it is hardly a trivial pursuit. How you dress makes a difference in how people see you, and perhaps in how you perform.
But as M.A. points out, there is a dark side to taking such matters seriously, that being, feeling yourself superior as a result.
And personally? I love how she struggles with it!
Just see for yourself:
Do not think that because you choose your attire with care that you are somehow better than she who does not.
Such as the woman you saw at the store this morning.
What was she thinking? For goodness sake, what would her mother say?
What would my mother say?
No! Stop it!
All women are your sisters – remember this. No matter how they are dressed, they are your equals.
Do not judge them because their slip is showing; you’ve been there too.
Never laugh at their fashion choices; you’ve taken questionable paths as well.
However scandalous the hemlines – oh dear, they are scandalous…
No! Don’t think it! Instead, repeat to yourself:
Clothing is not Morality
Clothing is not Intelligence
Clothing is not Kindness
And if in finding a woman who thinks as you do, who shares your fashion sense, if together you show contempt for a younger woman’s clothing, what does that accomplish except cause division among your sex? Will it cause the younger woman to change her attire? Of course not! She will see you and your friend as obnoxious prudes. For that is what you are.
So stop it!
Nay, keep your thoughts to yourself. Instead, let your own mode of dress speak for you and be kind.
In all things, be kind.
From M.A.’s Recipe Drawer
All Dressed Up with No Place to Go Egg Salad
An egg salad elegant enough for company, whether elegantly attired or not.
- 6 hard boiled eggs, chopped
- 4 ounces smoked salmon, finely chopped
- 1 Tablespoon lemon juice
- 1/2 Tablespoon finely snipped, fresh dill
- 1 Tablespoon finely chopped chives
- Freshly ground pepper to taste
Mix first ingredients together in a medium sized bowl, add enough mayonnaise to bind together.
Use as a sandwich filling or to serve with crackers.
Another option: Make deviled eggs! Slice hardboiled eggs in half and remove yolks, chop and mix with other ingredients. Spoon a generous mound of salmon-yolk filling into each egg half. Place a bit of dill or chives on each for serving.
As I mentioned in last week’s post, I’ve been hard at work deciphering the scribblings of our mysterious M.A., and I’m happy to report I have a few entries to present today.
I’m giving you the first two I found, therefore I’m calling them the First Two Entries. (Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?)
Please keep in mind nothing was dated, so let’s not get too concerned whether they were actually M.A.’s first writings, hmm?
In the same way, don’t worry about whether I’m making all this up or not. There’s much to be said for losing yourself in story.
There are far worse places you could find yourself.
Continue reading “Thoughts From a Noble Woman: M.A.’s First Entries”
In a previous post, I lamented the lack of philosophical writings for women. A collection of ideas where the chief goal was to empower, embolden, and other em-words like that there.
But was it true? Did we really lack such writings, or was I falling into a “poor me” mentality, as satisfying as it is lazy? I had to find out.
My trip to the library produced mixed results. The reading materials were plentiful and the cold brew coffee sold in their cafe (only $3.95) was lovely. The problem, as I saw it, was that the writings focused too much on what was wrong with women. They came from a premise that we were broken. Battered down and weakened.
After two hours of disheartening research, I bought another cold brew and headed home.
That was when my trip took an interesting turn. Continue reading “Recent Discovery: the Diary of a Noble Woman”
This last Sunday at church, a woman handed me a magazine to give Husband, who is currently out-of-town.
It was one of those freebie publications you might see at a doctor’s office or hair salon, with a ridiculous number of ads and one or two articles on local interests.
The reason she was giving it to Husband is that he sings in the same group as the couple on the cover, so she figured he knew them. (He very well may, but beings how he’s out-of-town, I can’t say for sure.)
What I can say is that somewhere in the 85086 zip code, there is a woman who may or may not be in dire need of medical attention. Also, whoever Mama G is, her pancakes look damn fine.
Continue reading “Community News With Pancakes”
Yesterday was the anniversary of when Husband proposed to me.
You’ll note that had he waited a week, he could have proposed to me on Valentine’s Day. The fact that he did not worked to his advantage.
I like to think he knew that had he waited until Valentine’s Day to propose, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Really? So this is how it’s going to be?”
Anyway, I bring this up now because about a week ago, I had the oddest dream where Husband said he wanted a divorce because I overcooked the chicken. Continue reading “A Dream on Divorce & Overcooked Chicken”
Ordinarily I’m not one to namedrop, but the fact is, I know Mr. and Mrs. Claus personally.
Fact is, I work with them. They’ve been working at our school since last August. Continue reading “The Truth About Mr. & Mrs. Claus”
You know what the best thing is about the Christmas season? The absolute bestest thing?
Yeah, sure, you got your presents, the decorations, the yummy food. That’s all well and good.
But the best thing – the super cool bestest thing – is being able to send packages using the Magical Mystical Mailing Machine. Continue reading “The Post Office, The Rock, and Timid Little Me”
A couple days ago someone asked me, “How do you sleep at night?” and I responded, “Fine, thanks.”
Only later did it occur to me the woman was probably being snarky. Especially as we were discussing how overly involved some parents were and I said my kids didn’t have that problem, as most of the time they were lucky if I remembered I had kids.
And that was when she asked about my sleep habits. Which upon reflection was a pretty quick change in topic, so yeah… she was probably being snarky. Continue reading “Dreaming of Captain Kangaroo and Chocolate Rum Pie”
Beings how I scheduled this post ahead of time, I have no idea how the election turned out. Therefore, I shall make a prediction.
- The sun rose today
- The birds sang
- The neighbor’s dog pooped in my yard
One more thing that’s fairly safe to predict: No matter who won, the other side is plenty unhappy about it.
It’s times like these when we need to step back, seek wisdom from our philosophers, and eat cookies.
(Not many people know this, but philosophers regularly ate cookies. If they look morose, it’s because someone over baked them.)
So whether your candidate won or lost, consider these philosophical musings, as well as a cookie recipe that promises world peace. (No, really!)
Continue reading “The Election is Over; It’s Time for Philosophy and Cookies”