Daisy, I heard you loud and clear and nodded my head with a lot of what you said.

Also, I woke up with a migraine, and it is a bright-ass sunny day. I medicated, but it ain't going anywhere. I honestly might take a squirreled-away percocet when I get to the church (and therefore am done driving for a while; I'm cavalier about drug intake, but not about impaired driving).

I'm actually surprised the migraine held off until today.

(Also, the Ohio River is way past flood stage, and the fastest way to get from my part of town [roughly central; a bit northwest of downtown] to my dad's part of town [east east east] is to go through Northern Kentucky and back into Ohio. Over the river twice. The exit I would get off at is closed because it's underwater. I know several workarounds, but man, nothing is easy at all.)

(The meter reader showed up today, and I was in yoga pants and a t-shirt, with bedhead, but NOT in only a bathrobe. That is my win for the day and possibly the goddamn week -- that I wasn't a porn cliche inadvertently.) (You know, all that bedhead, weeping-girl porn.)

Okay. Out the door in 5 minutes. We few, we happy few.

Oh Teppy, I won't offer hugs or brackets, but you have my sympathy. It's one of those days - or weeks it seems - when everything's just piling up. Can you at least spend the weekend hiding out from a lot of this?

And, because it deserves another post - I've noticed that the TWO men in my office with any authority have taken to hiring tall, slim, attractive young women ... one, who's left, turned out to be a lot less competent than they gave her credit for, another wears clothing I find to be inappropriate - today she's wearing a skirt that reminds me of the petticoat Steph linked to above (black chiffon, barely covers her crotch, luckily over black tights). The third man in the office is, officially, the mail clerk, but he seems to have removed himself from any chain of command.

Teppy that sucks.

And in terms of women not being treated as fully human. Yeah I see it. I did not comment other than to tell a story because I don't comment a lot. But really the story was supporting you. The supposed advantages of being a woman - I had the same advantage. I got out of a traffic ticket without being cute or flirty or whatever. And yet I don't have to put up with the shit women do. So I thought that was a pretty good illustration that the ways in which women are treat not only suck net, but don't have a ton of upsides men lack access to.

I was nodding along too, DJ. Sometimes I lose track of how ineffective that is on the interwebs. Partly I was lost in the notion of having looks to use, since I have never been particularly attractive and am flirting impaired.

The meter reader showed up today, and I was in yoga pants and a t-shirt, with bedhead

I worked for the power company for seven years. Trust me, there's nothing the meter reader hasn't seen. I once did a story about the very worst meters to read. There's one in the middle of an alligator pen in south Georgia. There's one between runways at a pretty busy airport. I got to meet the goose that had been attacking meter readers for about a decade. The usual method for reading the meter was to pick up a garbage can lid and use it as a shield.

A friend and client's brother died suddenly last week, which is even more of a tragedy since it leaves her as the only caretaker for her mother. There's a service tomorrow, but it's a two-hour drive. Part of me feels I ought to go, but four hours in the car, plus service, is a bit much too.

I walked into the office today behind a woman wearing a zipper skirt (like this, but with the zipper in the back. Now, I'd love to have the skirt myself, but I really wouldn't wear an outfit into the office where the whole deal about one piece of it is how to get it off. I mean, the zipper was bigger than on that skirt. It was the detail. It was overwhelming.

My meter reader generally sees me in a towel. It's a big towel, but a towel nonetheless. I hope its a pleasant part of a tough day but I doube he even notices (considering what all he sees).

The UPS guy notices and batts his eyes.

Geraldine Ferraro was far more accomplished than Sarah Palin. But guess who got far and away more press for being a VP candidate?

To be fair, I'm not sure how much of that is Palin being pretty and how much is just that there is so much more press now, in general, than there was when Ferraro was running.

I'd agree, there is much more media now. OTOH, Caribou Barbie wouldn't have gone as far in her various media triumphs if she looked like Ferraro.

I also seem to recall Ferraro was slammed because of her husbands affiliations. But I was about 8 when that all happened, so I could be remembering wrong.

I don't know whether this has anything to do with anything or not, but Ferraro never really had a chance of winning the election and becoming vice-president. Mondale was far behind Reagan and never came close to catching up. While McCain vs. Obama was pretty close for at least several weeks after Palin was selected -- it wasn't until at least late September that Obama took a comfortable lead.

And Palin was comedy gold in a way that Ferraro never was. Maybe looks play into that, but Ferraro never said anything that could be parodied as "I can see Alaska from my house!"