3TC — Behind the Beaded Curtain

A5EE5167-7169-4128-A7D4-C9FD47DE9CB0Jerry first noticed her when she almost magically emerged through a beaded curtain from a back room. She had long black hair, parted down the middle. She wore a beaded headband, a semitransparent, white peasant blouse, and hip hugger bell bottom jeans that appeared to be made out of deep blue velvet. New to San Francisco, Jerry was excited to see what he speculated to be his first genuine hippie girl.

He had moved to the City by the Bay to escape what he thought was his monotonous life up until then. And here he was at a party of real San Franciscans being held in a classic Victorian house in the Haight-Ashbury section of the city.

Summoning up all of his courage, he approached the girl her saw and said, “Hi, my name is Jerry and I just moved to the city a few weeks ago. I have to say, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The girl stuck out her hand and said, “Thank you, Jerry. My name is Venus. Where are you from, Jerry. The south, right?”

Jerry blushed a little. “I guess my southern accent gives me away. I’m from South Carolina.” Rather than shaking her hand, he took it and kissed it. “Where chivalry is not dead.”

“You are a real southern gentleman, aren’t you?” Venus said, a warm smile gracing her face.”

“I am, indeed,” Jerry said, returning Venus’ smile. “But I have led a sheltered life back there and I decided I needed to sew some wild oats while I’m still young.”

Venus grabbed Jerry’s hand and led him through the beaded curtain back into the room from which she had earlier emerged. The room was cloudy with smoke and heavy with the scent of burning incense. “In that case, let me introduce you to my bong.”

Jerry got a worried look on his face. “I’ve never smoked pot before. Isn’t it bad for your health?” he asked.

“Do I look unhealthy to you?” Venus asked, taking a hit from the bong.


Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are velvet, cloud, and hippie. Also for these Daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (speculate), Word of the Day Challenge (monotonous), Your Daily Word Prompt (chivalry), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (health).

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The Life and Death Paradox

Supreme Court Crisis Pregnancy Centers, Washington, USA - 20 Mar 2018Okay, it’s time to stir things up a bit.

I don’t understand why those who oppose abortion also often oppose contraception. It seems rather paradoxical to me.

Contraception prevents unplanned, unwanted pregnancies, and women who choose to have abortions do so, to a large extent, because of unplanned, unwanted pregnancies. So doesn’t it follow that advocating the use of contraceptives and promoting their availability would reduce the demand for abortions?

But that logic seems to be beyond what many religious and social conservatives can grasp, so they continue to follow the paradox of being opposed to both abortion and contraception.

DAD7BB0F-89CB-4F7F-A4E3-2793DAB675A3In a related paradox, social conservatives often oppose sex education in public schools other than “abstinence-only.” They take this position even though the data shows that there is a greater teen pregnancy rate in school systems that teach abstinence-only than there is when a broad-based sex education program, including teaching about the use of condoms and other forms of birth control, is included in the curriculum.

“Oh Lordy, don’t teach the kids about condoms,” they say, apparently because they believe knowledge about condoms and their use promotes sexual activity.

Oh yeah, it also prevents pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases.

7CE49602-FC1E-4F86-8736-845B45DE6432And then there’s the paradox that many who are pro-life also support the death penalty. Can you really be pro-life and pro-death penalty? Where is the logic in believing it’s okay to terminate the life of an adult human being but it’s not okay to abort a fetus? And by the way, a fetus is not a baby, and thus, having (or performing) an abortion is not killing a baby.

Sure, those on death row are presumably bad people, but they are living, breathing human beings nonetheless. A fetus is not yet a living, breathing person, but pro-lifers are appalled at the idea of terminating a pregnancy while seemingly having no qualms when it comes to terminating the life of a prison inmate.

Liberals generally support a woman’s right to choose because they believe that a woman should not be forced to bring an unplanned, unwanted baby into a bad situation and that the government shouldn’t insert itself into private matters about what a woman can do with her own body.

And liberals tend to oppose the death penalty because they believe that the government doesn’t have the right or moral authority to take the lives of people, even allegedly very bad people, especially with the growing number of instances where DNA testing shows that some death row inmates were wrongly convicted.

Conversely, conservatives who oppose abortion do so because they believe that a fetus is a “person” as of the date of conception. But at the same time, they tend to support the death penalty because they want those evil, nasty criminals to pay the ultimate price for their crimes.

The question in my mind is whether there is a moral equivalence between abortion and the death penalty. When you get to the heart of the matter, it really boils down to the very sympathetic image of an unborn baby pitted against the very unsympathetic image of a hardened criminal who has been sentenced to death for committing heinous crimes against society.

Am I the only one who finds these matters of abortion, contraception, and the death penalty paradoxical? How about you?

Share Your World — I Scream for Ice Cream

Monday has rolled around once again, and you know what that means, right? It’s Melanie’s Share Your World time.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person?

At the risk of coming across as sexist, it’s gender. What can I say? I notice if a person is male or female.219C9E8B-FD3A-40AB-AF9E-8EBFDD100E49

What three habits do you feel would improve someone’s life?

A good night’s sleep, a healthy diet, and plenty of sex.

What takes up too much of your time? Would you stop that if you could?

Blogging. Duh! And, yes, I could stop if I wanted to, but I don’t want to.

Cookies (biscuits to those elsewhere), pastries, pie, or cake? If not, what does your sweet tooth crave?

Ice cream. I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!BE6CBE8E-C341-4EF1-A311-6B4D7B963D15

Are You Happy? If so, why? If not, why not?

Happy? That is so subjective. Let’s just say that I’m content.

WTF WordPress?

8A371390-1E1E-46F7-8DB1-A7E9272C573DHere we go again. Back last October, I wrote this post in which I complained about a four hour time gap in the posts that showed up in my Reader overnight on my iOS app on my iPhone. When I contacted WordPress about the problem, its Happiness Engineers informed me that they were aware of the problem and were working to fix it. And, after a while, they did seem to fix it.

But the fix was short-lived. A month and a half ago, I wrote this post complaining, once again, about how, when I go to my Reader on my iPhone, that huge gap, now typically five hours, has returned.

Once again, the gap issue seemed to have been addressed. When I went to my Reader I’d see a message that said “Loading More Posts,” and then, lo and behold, the missing gap posts would be there.

But now, as of yesterday, it’s back yet again, as can be seen from the screenshot above. Only now the gap has grown to six hours!

I don’t know if each time WordPress makes an update to its iOS app, the problem magically resurfaces, but, as I said to WordPress the last time I complained about this, you need to “get your shit together, dammit.”

Tell The Story — Don’t Even Think About It

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I was tagged by Chris, at Luna’s On Line, to tell the story about the image above, which is called “Flowers Beating” by Walter Molino.

So here’s my story.

Harold Alton and Anita James we’re walking back from the courthouse together. They were both members of the jury for a trial of some local ne’er-do-well. There seemed to be a chemistry that had developed between the two of them during the course of the trial. Anita thought Mr. Alton to be a rather enchanting gentleman. And he was, likewise taken with Miss James.

On the day the trial ended, Harold asked Anita if he could walk her back to her home, and she readily accepted his offer. On the way to her home, he stopped in at a flower shop and picked up a dozen long stem roses. As he left the shop, he bowed gallantly and handed them to Anita. “Oh Mr. Alton,” Anita said, “these roses are lovely. You shouldn’t have.” She let out a dainty laugh.

“Lovely roses for a lovely lady, Miss James,” Harold said. And then he reached over and kissed her.

“Why Mr. Alton, what in heaven’s name do you think you’re doing?” Anita protested.

“Come now, Miss James,” Don’t act like such a fragile, innocent lady,” Harold said. “I see you in your low cut, sleeveless blouse, your red skirt, and your high heeled shoes. I know you wore that to court today just to entice me. Admit it, Miss James. We had an instant connection and I know you want me as much as I want you.”

“Don’t even think about it, Mr. Alton!” Anita screamed, and she began swatting at the man’s head with the long stem roses, thorns and all.


According to the rules, I’m now supposed to offer a new picture and challenge three other bloggers to tell the story for that picture. But since this was my third Tell The Story Challenge, I’m just going to open this challenge up to any blogger who would like to write a story about this same image.


In addition to the Tell The Story Challenge, this post includes these three daily prompt words from yesterday: Ragtag Daily Prompt (trial), Your Daily Word Prompt (enchant), and Word of the Day Challenge (fragile).