Sunday Confessions 02

The United States of Becky


I confess:  I've been a die hard loyal customer of my preferred grocery chain for about 15 years.  I have refused to shop anywhere else because I enjoy the convenience of knowing what I can find there, I love the products they offer, and I like my shopping experience there.  But now I'm in the market for a new grocer.  Let me tell you why.  A new law has come into effect here in Texas that allows people to openly carry firearms in public.  I don't want this to become a gun debate, but I hate the new law and it makes me very uncomfortable.  As private property, business can choose to not let people open (or conceal) carry while on their premises as long as they post a sign.   My preferred grocer is the only major grocery chain in Houston who is not only NOT choosing to opt out of having open carry in their stores, but is supporting the law.  I put my money where my mouth is and will not be supporting businesses that support and encourage what I think is a dangerous practice.

I confess:  The use of the word female in place of woman or women drives me fucking crazy.  I don't know where it started, and it seems, in some instances, to take the place of some other really derogatory words that women are called (and perhaps in an effort to be less degrading to women), but somehow I find female to be even more offensive.  I feel like the use of female instead of woman or women degrades women beyond what the typical cliche demeaning words do.  Woman refers to a person and female refers to an animal.  And it's bad enough to hear it in song, but it really makes my blood boil when I hear it when referring to a woman's accomplishments.  Like, I saw it used on FB as a caption to the picture of a woman being sworn in to a judge position and the caption said something along the lines of, "The first female sworn in..."  And while this is technically true, she is a woman and a female of the human species the caption would've been that much more meaningful if it had said, "The first woman sworn in..."  If it was a picture of a man it wouldn't have read, "The first male sworn in..."

I confess:  I would stay in pajamas all day long if I could (and sometimes do).  I usually don't get dressed for the day until right before I leave the house and have had more than one day where I change out of the pajamas I slept in and into the pajamas I plan to wear for the rest of the day.  I at least don't go out of the house in my pj's anymore, so there's that.  I love yoga pants and leggings are my new jam, but even though they are super comfy, they don't hold a candle to pajamas.  I even change back into pajamas the minute I get home from work.  I don't remember the last time I ate dinner in regular clothes (other than out in public).

That's all of my confessions for this week.  Go read everybody else's and link up at the United States of Becky!

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