The Height of Mediocrity

K:

Wednesday wasn't a good day...I so wanted it to be a good day and somewhere out there some woman had the most fabulous Wednesday and was skittering around happy as a lark. I wanted to be her, but alas, instead I was flung into full-fledged angry woman mode. The usual suspect entered into my line of fire and if I could have tied him to a tree in a monkey cage, trust me I would have. I love men, they are often the most loving creatures with perfect dog-like loyalty right down to the lick my face kiss, but that is not the guy who's been caught in my cross-hairs. No, this guy is the Ex, codename Sketchy who does proclaim loudly that he does not want to be the Ex, but his actions are screaming "I want to be the Ex!" Confusing, isn't it? For me too! Love is just no fun anymore.

L:

Oh no K...this is sort of indecisiveness is not acceptable, it's the equivalent of sitting still at a green light...bound to cause serious problems LOL Let me get this right...is this the same Ex who promised to name a street after you and build a monument in tribute to your flyness? LOLOL...no seriously. I believe love is a many splendored thing, but not when the object of your affection can do no more than pay lip service to the very emotions to which he has never had a true formal introduction. I know there are men out there who really get it and trust...I love a good man...but I guess the Ex doesn't fall into that category and now...unbeknownst to him...there is a hit out on him coupled with threats of a monkey cage, duct tape and sharp objects... How is it that the demise of love can lead to violent thoughts and tendencies? LOLOL...

K:

I guess love evokes so much passion that when it falls short of the dream, we are wrenched from its comforting embrace like a baby being awaken from peaceful slumber. I think what annoys me most are the incidents where men strive to reach the middle. No more wanting to be the best. They often start out the gates like Usain Bolt but can't maintain the blast of speed and end up like they tumbled to the ground in the middle of the hurdles. After that, all you get are exercises in mediocrity. What is most baffling is how women maintain consistency with far more on our plates. We juggle enough responsibility to make your head spin and do it with grace, confidence and compassion.

L:

For real, I mean most days I feel like a ringleader in the circus with all the various moving parts going on in my life...but alas, as a very special person reminded me...people do and make time for the things really important to them. So like for example, let's say oh, you really want a promotion at work...errrrbody knows you have to demonstrate the commitment, work your tushie off and make sure that the right people witness all your fabulous effort. Translation: relationships are pretty much the same...somehow some of our men didn't get the email, missed the announcement and were absent that day from class. Poor dears...

K:

LOLOLOL Sooo true! Well I guess if I really need that loyalty, I am going to have to get a real dog, wagging tail and all! LOL Hmmm, I think I'll name him Mr. Sketchy...LMAO

Why Savage Women?

So why a blog and why name it Savage Women? Well...quite frankly because we needed a place to publish all of our random observations, comical rants and quite interesting insights. There is so much "noise" in the world sometimes it makes you wonder who the heck it's designed for...like who are they talking to? Seems that some of this is designed for the less enlightened individual, folks who aren't quite ready for free thinking or...lemmings. Yep, I said it.

So we decided to post our musings on the various sights and sounds of the world for your entertainment, information or if you just need a good laugh. Also, please comment on anything we post, we welcome the dialogue and of course let it rip if you've got a topic that's just burning to get out...this is a place for Savage Women ...so don't be shy, have at it!

SPRING FLING

K:

I really wonder about folks sometimes. I know the spring weather is wonderful and the birds are chirping, dogs barking...yeah yeah yeah. But really, must old men who look fairly sane reveal themselves to be quite the opposite?!

As I walked to the train station in the Flat Iron District decompressing from the work day, my poor ears were accosted by the strangest shrill. I scanned the blocks wondering if someone's toy dog was accidentally stepped on by a passing pedestrian. Nope, Fido trotted on. Then my eyes locked on the source. Some old guy dressed in an ascot thought to make a personal announcement about his love for spring. His fake opera voice hitting notes that I am sure do not really exist on the musical scale.

I get into the 14th Street station and as I await the Q, again another opera buff walking the platform screaming notes that echoed into the tunnels. Ugggghhh, there goes my decompression. I think I just got the bends.

L:

See K, this is what worries me about the change in weather...I think it impacts folks on mental level that they aren't even aware of, similar to full moon action and high tides LOL. For some reason they become more verbose, more outgoing and generally much more annoying as the temperatures rise.

Isn't this also the time of year for new love? I've always been a fan of the emotions that typically accompany the birds chirping, butterflies flying and blooming flowers that comes along with Spring...that is of course until some crazy operatic fool attacks your eardrums with off the chart screeching and destroys your whole decompressing flow LOLOLOL.

Mind you I was walking at lunch time today and overheard some homeless folks discussing the swine flu epidemic as a reason why they should no longer share cigarettes...are they really serious?