Dear Hardees

Dear Hardees,
I hate you.  Your commercials are ridiculous.  And disgusting.  I was in the kitchen the other day and I glanced into the living room.  Know what I saw?  this.  Actually, this isn't the one I saw, but it's close enough.  I saw boobs.  Massive amount of cleavage.
I think out of all the commercials that target men, and only men, your commercials are the worst.  This.  This.  Because nothing says good food like a woman simulating... certain sexual acts with a smoked sausage from her delicious breakfast sandwich.  Nice.



 Of course, they wouldn't be able to make commercials like these if the woman in them would say no.
But really.  I'm not trying to sound like some crazy women are people too type of person, but seriously.  How about let's sell the fact that your food tastes good, not that you can find hot super models who take a bite of your sandwich and go throw it up later.

Skinny People

So I was reading this blog this morning about the Victoria Secret swimsuit magazine.  She was bitching about the fact that this stupid magazine comes out at what could possibly be the worst time in the world to look at skinny, anorexic, photoshopped skeletons.... I mean women.  Valentines Day AND Girl Scout Cookie season?  I mean really!!  Come on!!! What better way to send a woman into a spiral of self loathing and have all this freakin' chololate around them and then send them pictures of half naked stick people with breasts?
I hate what our society has done to the minds of most women.  I am guilty of it.  I pull at my stomach.  Poke and prod.  Stare at myself in the mirror.  Why do we do this to ourselves?  Why do we let a ... a... company... a franchise... the work of men (I really believe that the people who sit and point at all the flaws of these gorgeous women, must be men, right??)  ...
Why do we let them tell us how we should look??  We can't all look like skeleton.  I know what my idea is of *my* perfect body type.  I want to be strong.  Not like.... Arnold Schwarzenegger.  But... like... Linda Hamilton.  Strong.  I think lean muscles are sexy.  I think a little bit of bulge in the muscle is sexy as well.  But I don't want to be skinny.  Strong.  I think we all need to just STOP.  Just.... fucking STOP.  Ya know?  We don't need to be a size zero to be happy with who we are.  We all need to take a look at ourselves.  
Me?  My floppy tummy?  I grew two children.  I MADE two people.  MADE THEM!  That is incredible!  And my husband doesn't seem to mind it.  You know the only person bothered by my roll?  Me.  If I look at pictures of me... look at them as not me, but how someone else may see me... I'm not that bad.  Not anymore.  My kids?  They use my tummy as a pillow.  They lived there for 9 months.  They find comfort there.  And that's okay.
I am so glad to see so many celebrities speaking out against the photoshop epidemic.  Kate Winslet called them out. You can read about it,  here and here.

I think it's hilarious when people like Kim Kardashian do magazine covers like "I have cellulite!  So what!?" and there is not one dimple in the pictures.  I hate photoshop.  It's ruined our culture and out self-esteem.

Hey there!  My name is Danielle.  I am a mother/wife/chef/fetcher/chauffeur/cheerleader/writer/teacher assistant/maid/trash man/animal wrangler/all that jazz.
I like to think of myself as a thinker, someone who is creative, and a good mom.  But let's face it ladies, all these job titles are never easy.  Some days we lose our minds, just a little bit.  I will talk about that a little.  But I also want to just talk about some of the random stuff that jumps into my brain for whatever weird reason.
Most things that I go off about.... I get pretty passionate.  At least for that moment.  Maybe the day.  BUT.  Anyway.
I also don't keep my mind on one track.  I have a tendency to also write how I would talk.  So... there's that.  Okay.  That's all for today.  Okay?  Okay bye!