tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.comments2023-09-24T01:51:53.259-06:00A Lot of LayersThe Onionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17003018180927573923noreply@blogger.comBlogger746125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-18381590597668558512020-07-11T15:17:37.702-06:002020-07-11T15:17:37.702-06:00Article didn't even come close to finding the ...Article didn't even come close to finding the origin of this idiom<br /> Just hints at its emergence into modern publications via electronic meanszerihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04463921055360977660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-9553467170394539292019-10-25T23:37:48.957-06:002019-10-25T23:37:48.957-06:00I think the reference to then-new electrical gadge...I think the reference to then-new electrical gadgets and the Suffragette campaign, simply meant that unfamiliar new appliances can be a pain-in-the-arse when they break down or if you can't get the hang of operating them; as could women whining about wanting the right to vote, to men (or women) of the era who disagreed with such crusading :)Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03096493839927956779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-60104141147015683352019-02-02T18:02:03.420-07:002019-02-02T18:02:03.420-07:00I believe it was trying to say radio helped sprea...I believe it was trying to say radio helped spread the saying but I'm not sure why that would be the case any more with this saying than any other (why don't the majority of sayings have their roots during the dawn of radio?) And i didn't really get much of an explanation of the origin of the saying... Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06417029620393711511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-55752884130504284342018-05-14T07:26:31.872-06:002018-05-14T07:26:31.872-06:00Electrical items often are a pain in the neck/arse...Electrical items often are a pain in the neck/arse. Suffragettes were thought to be a pain in the neck/arse. The phrase culminated at the time of their introduction. A bit of a joke. Resist overthinking it. :) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04939569765070591275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-42662009768983494492018-05-13T14:24:06.856-06:002018-05-13T14:24:06.856-06:00I'm sorry if I missed something but I don'...I'm sorry if I missed something but I don't see the link between the phrase and electrical items or the suffragette movement.<br /><br />How are they realated to having pain residing in your neck/arse?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-39464221207433056492013-11-28T08:00:48.496-07:002013-11-28T08:00:48.496-07:00No pressure and junk, but so happy to see you wri...No pressure and junk, but so happy to see you writing again. Being thankful can feel good sometimes, no?Munchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12560503018376118140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-59100398677651344272013-11-25T06:23:14.146-07:002013-11-25T06:23:14.146-07:00Regardless how much we hate paying our taxes, we j...Regardless how much we hate paying our taxes, we just can’t deny the fact that we have to deal with it. It’s a part of our civil responsibility. Just think that by doing this, you’re contributing more to the society.<br /><br /><a href="http://bestdenvercpa.com/tax-preparation-denver" rel="nofollow">Allison @BestDenverCPA.com</a><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03218847563803344285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-73116716465627892692013-04-20T13:05:27.086-06:002013-04-20T13:05:27.086-06:00"My blogger is broken and it can't get up..."My blogger is broken and it can't get up. "<br /><br />The usual solution to that problem is fantasizing about other blogs.<br /><br />just sayinNerdyRedneck Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-18246144134591051142013-03-27T09:15:41.060-06:002013-03-27T09:15:41.060-06:00This was painful to read. I also did nothing. But ...This was painful to read. I also did nothing. But the person I did nothing for, was myself. I too, have minimized the fact that I was RAPED. Twice. The first time was also a situation where I went for a drive with an older, "hot" guy. I thought he was taking me home, but I was wrong. I also heard the words "we can do this the easy way or the hard way." I felt responsible. I shouldn't have gone with him. Attention from an older guy for a girl with not so great self-esteem was a stupid thing to seek.<br /><br />The second time was a different guy. Out with friends and I drank WAAY too much. I rarely drank in high school. We were party hopping and my friend put me to bed at this house party, I was nearly passed out before she got me to the bed. I woke up with him on top of me... I couldn't speak. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. Again, this was a guy that all the girls thought was so amazing and gorgeous and he was MUCH older, not even in high school. I was 15.<br /><br />I was ashamed. It was my fault, I never should have been there.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-53280882452744912982013-03-25T19:28:52.967-06:002013-03-25T19:28:52.967-06:00 ***summer before my sophomore year in high school... ***summer before my sophomore year in high school, not college. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-43764100049271548622013-03-25T19:27:25.416-06:002013-03-25T19:27:25.416-06:00I have a different version of this story and wante...I have a different version of this story and wanted to share. The summer before my sophmore year in college, one of my "not-really-friends-because-her-parents-had-more-money-than-mine-" friends, was raped by an older boy, July 4. This boy was someone I had dated earlier in my life and had kissed, but then he had also dated my best friend. I knew that they had had sex and I knew too that she never wanted to talk about it and I just always thought it was the inner souther baptist going to hell in a hurry guilt that she was dealing with. After our not-really-friend, friend, said this boy had raped her, I called my friend immediately and asked if she, too, had been forced to have sex with him...mentioning the specifics that the other girl had told about. She broke down into tears, said "yes, that's exactly what happened" and hung up. I decided to tell. I was protecting my friend. I want you to know that if I could take it all back and never tell anyone, I would. My life became a living hell because of telling. She was furious at me, her parents and grandparents were even MORE furious with me, telling me that I should learn to keep my mouth shut and mind my own business. <br />The boy and his friends were very mean to my mom, who worked nights at a convenient store. They knocked shelves over, ransacked the convenience store more than once and threatened me to her. My mom did not retaliate at work, which kills me now so much. She did, however, retaliate when they called my house or put burnt pictures of my dog in the mailbox that they had taken of her.<br />To make matters worse, in order to stop the harsh jabs from the boys, my friend WENT BACK OUT WITH HIM AGAIN SO THEY WOULD LIKE HER AND QUIT TORTURING HER. Their song was, "secret lovers", yes, gag. The charges were all dropped because after all, he had a baseball scholarship and what would this do to him? When school started in the fall, it was horrible. I am guessing I missed around 50 days of school that year because of not wanting to go to school. My friends were far and few between and it wasn't until my boyfriend finally got into an altercation with the rapist, that he and his friends finally stopped. Between my boyfriend and my debate coach helping, they finally stopped. He graduated and went on to marry another one of my friends as if nothing had ever happened and few remember that he actually did rape at least two girls.<br />The friend I tried to help was in my wedding and then a year later, I in hers. At her wedding, we had a huge fight because of me telling all those years ago. She still harbors such resentment for me telling anyone. She wanted it to remain a secret and told me that I put her and her parents through absolute hell. But do you know who still never went through hell? Him. Her parents didn't want me to be in her wedding, they didn't want to see me at all.<br />I will never forget the feelings of loneliness and isolation for doing what I thought was the right thing at the time. Why wasn't it the right thing? In one sentence to defend my friend, my whole world changed...for the worst. I will never forget hating the change so much and wishing I could make it go back to the way it was, when I had friends and everyone was happy and no one hated me. I'm not sure if I hated change or dreaded change as much as I do now, before this. But I hate change. I like predictability and I don't appreciate what change brings, even if it CAN be a good thing. I never think it's a good idea...even when it turns out to be good. Just another view from someone who DID do the right thing and tell. I wasn't "present" when it happened, but when I knew that it did, I told. It should have been the "right" thing to do, but it changed my life for the absolute worst. I think I trusted people before that, I'm not sure, but I think I did. I think change was ok with me before that, but I'm not sure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-18271045873556470392013-03-25T18:06:43.112-06:002013-03-25T18:06:43.112-06:00Very good post. I'm a man I suppose about you...Very good post. I'm a man I suppose about your age and I think I had the same attitude towards it then that you did. Which is to say that I thought of rape as being much more serious and scary than anything that might have happened around me. I was nervous as hell around girls. And I don't understand how anyone could hug another human without permission let alone rape them. But as I say, I wouldn't have called any boy I knew who went further than his girlfriend wanted a rapist then as I now know he would be. And after all the talk lately I'm positively horrified to learn how often rape happens. I now know that I must have known someone well who either raped or was raped as a teenager. Sick.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12704003344923624770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-81566763289199614642013-03-25T11:28:20.785-06:002013-03-25T11:28:20.785-06:00You wrote the letters. That's superhero stuff....You wrote the letters. That's superhero stuff. Who does that? You, that's who.<br /><br />Let's talk.<br /><br />How many times have we run across someone we went to school with and the memories of how they were twenty years or more earlier make you shudder but we accept the request anyway? <br /><br />You wrote those letters and this post.<br /><br />Look, I'm half chick about most things. It's why I'm well equipped to live with 4 women - wife and 3 daughters. I was the last male person I knew to lose their virginity. I've never even been around rape or seen anything where I should have stopped something. I roomed with a guy in college who was accused. I didn't support him because I considered myself a feminist and assumed he did it because he slept with so many girls. He didn't do it. A year later I ran across him at a grocery store, hugged him, and said I was sorry for being a bad friend. That's redemption, which is what this post is about.<br /><br />You did "do something". You talked about this. You looked inside your sensitive soul, and you wrote this post which will help a victim or a victim's friend or loved one.<br /><br />Thanks for letting me read it.Lancehttp://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-86662627212688193942013-03-22T17:04:04.617-06:002013-03-22T17:04:04.617-06:00Thank you so much for writing this as I was RAPED ...Thank you so much for writing this as I was RAPED in high school and no one believed me I still see the guy and also ended up with a child from this looser! I kept my child and it was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life! I love that child so much and hated him,(he tried getting custody of my child) ended up losing all rights to the child and I lost all my friends, it is so hard even after 22 years of seeing friends that I was so close to( one I had since kindergarten) I still remember what she told me why she couldn’t be friends with me anymore “you are pregnant and I can’t be seen with you anymore” I was not in her group of friends “the cool kid group” but we would spend time on weekends when none of her “cool friends” were around, but once I found out I was pregnant it was over! I hated high school, but I managed to graduate with the not so cool group of friends, but those not so cool groups of friends help me through high school. So thank you again for writing this blog, I often wonder if someone will ever write me a note saying sorry or I am so sorry I DID NOTHING! I am sure it will help whoever those girls are as I know that it would help me if just one person would say “hey I am so sorry for what happened to you and I hope you can forgive me”, I know it will never happen, but I have moved on and I am a better person than anyone will ever give me credit for as I am a survivor!!! Sorry this is so long but I am one of your classmates it happened more than we all know. I do love your blog and this is one that hit home and so glad that you had the guts to say something so again THANK YOU!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-90203308116058615922013-03-22T13:25:27.510-06:002013-03-22T13:25:27.510-06:00THank you for writing this. I found it very powerf...THank you for writing this. I found it very powerful and moving. I wish more people could be so bravely honest.Donna Alexanderhttp://americasstudies.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-70589304191028733882013-03-22T06:48:29.282-06:002013-03-22T06:48:29.282-06:00Our mistakes are those things that make us learn, ...Our mistakes are those things that make us learn, grow and to become better people. <br /><br />I'm proud of you for what you are doing to rectify your mistake and I'm proud of you for standing up and say I failed.<br /><br />You're human. You were a young girl and scared to know what to do. Fortunately, you now do know. You can use that information to help the young women in your community Munchhttp://www.musingsofmunch.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-66200225169697287502013-03-21T23:33:35.745-06:002013-03-21T23:33:35.745-06:00Holy moly! You so brought to light how I have been...Holy moly! You so brought to light how I have been avoiding the mirror.when it happened to me at 13 yrs old it seemed easier to put it away in a box. No one posted pictures. That was not an option back then. I dealt with it, or didn't, quietly. I was repeatedly raped while intoxicated when I went back to visit my home town. Went I came home to my current city, no one knew. I put it away. Sort of. But now days with twitter, and other social media, everyone knew more of what happened to that girl than she did. That makes it so much worse. Thank u for always being so candid and putting it out there. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-61069371780729886902013-03-21T20:45:05.813-06:002013-03-21T20:45:05.813-06:00we must give our children (boys are raped to) perm...we must give our children (boys are raped to) permission to not be polite when they are not comfortable in a situation. from The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo: Martin Vanger: Let me ask you something. Why don't people trust their instincts? They sense something is wrong, someone is walking too close behind them. You knew something was wrong, but you came back into the house. Did I force you? Did I drag you in? No. All I had to do was offer you a drink. It's hard to believe that fear of a offending me is stronger than the fear of pain, but you know what? It is. And they always come willingly, and they sit there, they know its all over, just like you do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-23723740338152621742013-03-21T19:00:38.235-06:002013-03-21T19:00:38.235-06:00I am pregnant right now with my first, a boy. I wi...I am pregnant right now with my first, a boy. I will be saving this for him to read. Sadly we'll probably have to start having this conversation when he is younger than I'd like, but THANK YOU for writing this. THANK YOU SO MUCH. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-24527133087882294192013-03-21T17:13:27.668-06:002013-03-21T17:13:27.668-06:00Thanks for all the nice comments. I haven't bl...Thanks for all the nice comments. I haven't blogged in a while and it came out of me today like a tidal wave. I guess I just didn't have anything worth saying until today when I made the connection that i am not that different from the 35 kids who were at the parties in Steubenville. StacieThe Onionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17003018180927573923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-35839527718246706282013-03-21T16:36:34.493-06:002013-03-21T16:36:34.493-06:00You are my new favorite person. I feel your pain ...You are my new favorite person. I feel your pain as a person who has done nothing. Not only have I been a victim, but I've also been one of those silent bystanders. One instance, not such a silent bystander. We can chalk it up to so many things but the bottom line is that we just all need to do better. Be better. Show better examples. Be better teachers. This is a great, wonderful start. Love it and love you.Razorblade Brainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02272903147806689315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-47810084099198966852013-03-21T16:26:21.764-06:002013-03-21T16:26:21.764-06:00I'm blown away by this. It's so frickin...I'm blown away by this. It's so frickin' powerful.<br /><br />Damn girl.<br /><br />Here through DeBie Hive. Sharing EVERYWHERE. <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18427562250034222584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-79794342446986100142013-03-21T16:25:54.025-06:002013-03-21T16:25:54.025-06:00All I can say right now is "great job" a...All I can say right now is "great job" and "well written". I am currently out of the Universe reliving 1986. <br /><br />I admire your courage in writing those three letters. Thank you. I have been avoiding writing about my own memories of high school because they are wrought with tears and pain. You see, I was the girl no one believed and "HE" was one of the cool kids. <br /><br />I am currently working on a book about overcoming trauma and starting life over at 40+ as a single woman and business owner. This is probably the most difficult and painful chapter I will have to write about in my book. The timing of your blog post couldn't have been any more serendipitous. My heart was ripped open and I am letting it all pour out of me onto the paper. I thank you for that too. Without this post, perhaps I wouldn't have written about it quite the way I have. I think 25 years is long enough to keep it a secret. I still feel shame and guilt over the whole situation but I do know it's not my fault. <br /><br />Now, you've been very brave to confess your part-or lack thereof- in your teen years but please remember that you too were just a CHILD. You are reflecting back on something with a maturity you did not possess back then. Don't be too damn hard on yourself. Honest is fine, just don't beat yourself up over it. Speaking for myself, I have moved forward and made incredible changes in my life despite? because of? what happened to me. We are what we experience and endure and overcome.<br /><br />Love to you girl. <br /><br />Thanks again for the post. I'm sharing the hell out of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-32923001983932190762013-03-21T16:17:26.048-06:002013-03-21T16:17:26.048-06:00Thank you. Just, thank you.Thank you. Just, thank you.Kelly DeBiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981707412487075926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223285907920261536.post-7189848360764906542013-03-21T15:22:15.483-06:002013-03-21T15:22:15.483-06:00#24. I've got all of those. Love me anyways ...#24. I've got all of those. Love me anyways won't you?Reptile Sadiehttp://reptilesintheicecream.comnoreply@blogger.com