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Sara...

  • ...is a happy, ordinary, middle-aged, suburban woman who paints odd pictures, gardens in a straw hat, lives with the love of her life, is owned by one cat and the ghosts of several others, and walks a little funny 'cause she has a fake leg. She started this website because there's more to life than what we lose, and we need to let each other know what's possible, even if it's only a happy, ordinary life.

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Good reads, grownups only

The Utility of "Bitch"

Bloggers more well read than I have written about the use of the word "bitch."  But usually they are interested in how the label supresses the power of women in society.  

Some feminists have taken ownership of the word, even going so far to treat it as an anagram such as: Beauty In Total Control of Herself.  Neuropsychologists have published papers written on how curses are unknowingly used by us to activate the amigdala of the recipient, and in so far as this information helps us better understand ourselves, I applaud them.   Unfortunately, this posting, this hijackign of Sara's blog, has no such purpose. 

Instead, I want to celebrate the utility of the word.  Have you ever known or dated a total bitch?  Could you imagine how long it would take you to describe this person to some one else if you couldn't use that word?  How many times have you started an apology by saying "I'm sorry I was a bitch to you last night.... "

What made me think of this?  Spanish has no truly equivalent word.  "Puta" is a whore, while the literal translation "perra" (female dog) when used to describe a person really is closer to "whore" than "bitch".  "Bruja" (witch) is closer, but still, it's more like "crazy bitch." 

So, with all of it's flaws, with all of it's misuses, take a moment, and be grateful we have "bitch" to shorten our conversations and give us more time free to do things other than talk about the bitches we've known.

Thank you. 


It's all in the Kitty...

    Hello Kitty that is.  I've packed up all the orders so far and put them in the famous Hello Kitty backpack that Sara has been so fond of.  With a little luck I'll get everyone's goodies in the mail Monday.  A little late, sorry. 



I've got two secrets for you...

First, Sara's Etsy store is online, and taking orders.

Second, there are some items not yet posted.  These are items I just could not find on the store already, AND I will be posting some of the earrings Sara liked so much she pulled them out of inventory and wore.   Probably not till July though.

Thanks everyone for your support.

- Erik

Etsytera, Etsytera, Etsy.

Fans,

I'm moving the opening day to Sunday.  I need to compare what is on the site to what I actually have possession of to sell.  Also, I happen to know that Sara pulled some of her favorite pieces out of stock to wear.  Those need to be packaged, and notes made to the sales descriptions. 

Thanks for your patience,

Erik

Etsy Again

For those fans of Sara's jewelry, I have found her inventory of completed jewelry and I plan to re-open her Etsy store around June 6, 2009 to allow her fans to purchase her last remaining pieces.

Of all my options, I can't think of a more fair way to distribute her work than this. 

- Erik




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A Good Idea This Year, Too

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