Today l am feeling reflective and these are my thoughts my ways of dealing with my life so just for those that need warning there are TRIGGERS of death abuse rape and all the crap that life throws at us……….

Guess l am one of the lucky ones in life as l have never suffered abuse….
I have had some pretty shitty relationships in my time but would l term them abusive? No the minute l go down the route of abuse then l become a victim or survivor and l am neither…
But then for me abuse is a very powerful word with that it brings a lot of emotional and physical stuff, so no l have never seen myself as being abused.

I have been raped l have been sexually assaulted and once l had got my head around the fact l was not to blame or there was nothing l could do to prevent what happened then l put it behind me as that person is not going to continue to affect me in any way, he is not going to have any more control over what l think how l feel or how l go about my life… Oh l occasionally have the odd nightmare but l accept that is part of what it is and l move on…

I can never go back l can never change what has happened, but what l have done is made sure that it hasn’t stopped me from having loving relationships both kink and vanilla. I will not let the crap that has happened the odd bad relationship stop me from making my future happy..

Guess l am lucky that l have the coping mechanisms that enable to do that, l am no more stronger then the next person emotionally we all cope with our demons in the best way for us and for me its not seeing myself as being abused.

See the bad things that happen are only a very small part of my time on this earth for most of my life l have been blessed with many happy times l have been blessed with so many happy memories that the bad ones are over-shadowed and when on occasion those dark ones pop out of the box l go to my happy memories things that when l think of them l glow and smile.

My life has not been defined by the crap but by the happiness l have been blessed with…

My life has not been defined only by the men that have been in my life but the awesome friends who have spent a life time with me who have walked by my side when l have needed them….

My parents would have been so proud at how their family has grown and how we have all overcome some pretty crappy times together as a family with help from our friends…

Even the bad relationships had moments of happiness….

I thank god every day for the continuing health of my family and friends l have buried too many too soon…

If l told my story about the the things that have gone wrong in my life yes you may see that l am a survivor of abuse of some kind but l’m not because the crap can be condensed into maybe a few months of my life while the rest may not have set the world alight but it sure as hell made my world a very bright and happy place to be……

This quote pretty much sums it all up….

“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice




While l agree education does make changes and you can with education change society and how it behaves, but while it has been focused on trying to educate men on how not to behave towards women how it is wrong to abuse or sexually assault them we have forgotten to educate the girls….

Within the last 2 weeks l have been witness to these 2 incidents this is not word of mouth l have actually heard myself at the time.


2 Young women on the bus talking about the men in their lives one basically turned round and said she wanted shut of her ex so that her and her current partner can be “one family” her mate asked her how she was basically going to cut him out of his childrens life, she told her friend that she had told social services that he was physically abusive towards her and she hadn’t involved the police because she was scared of what he would do if she went to the police, and her mate said and l am quoting her word for word “Did they believe you?” which the other one said “oh l really did it the tears the lot and now they are saying he can only see the children under supervision and its up to him to prove that he didn’t hit me” Her mate thought it was funny…and said “you would have knocked him out if he had touched you!” Her mate agreed with this and basically admitted it was more likely her to slap him around….

Now l have left out all the expletives in the conversation…


While at my friends her son got a phone call from his best mate and he was trying to calm him down and told him to hang up and call the police but his mum said what is going on, and he said “listen to this” we both could hear his g/f in the background screaming don’t hit me again, leave me alone, begging him not to hit her, to leave her alone she could be heard clearly saying get off me, shouting out noises like she was being hit, now he was not in the same room he was on the phone she was clearly staging it for the neighbours.
He did phone the police who also heard it all while he was on the phone to them and they did squat!!!! Not even talked to her.

Now l may have been witnessed to the only 2 cases of this kind of false allegation in the whole country in the last 2 weeks but to be honest l don’t think that is the case.

So along with educating the men we really need to educate the girls that using domestic abuse to further there own agenda when none exists is equally wrong and also belittles and makes it harder for those that genuinely need our help and support.

There is an increase in this sort of attitude amongst certain females that its ok to accuse someone of domestic abuse as long as it doesn’t involve the police, but it is done to the social services who can make the decision as to visitation on the children and make the recommendations to courts……
There is a culture of false allegations amongst some sections of female society which never reach the police and its on the increase, they rarely make sexual abuse allegations it is mainly domestic abuse, yet if you dare say it happens you are shot down, well these are not the only incidents that l have first hand knowledge of, just an example.

I can’t be the only person in the country who has seen and heard these kind of stories l just ain’t that unique!!!!! But we don’t talk about it nor do we acknowledge its happening…..

I know all about the reporting statistics regards sexual/domestic abuse on women and how few are actually false.

But I am not talking about the allegations made to the police but those that are only made to social services which makes for a whole new set of figures, I am talking about the allegations made to friends, and family so no statistics but don’t tell me that its not happening and that its rare because sadly its not as rare as feminists would like us to think.

So yes the women also need educating that false allegations and using domestic/sexual abuse to hurt or get back at someone is bloody out of line and equally as bad as those that abuse….

We need to acknowledge that women are catching up in the drinking stakes and we all know that alcohol increases the potential for domestic violence and this is causing an increase in violence towards male partners.

So educating the men in our society to treat us with respect and dignity and not abuse us is essential, but just as essential is our need to be educating our women too about what is not acceptable towards the men in our society……..

Actually just educate everyone to treat each other as they would wish to be treated…… Really simple but impossible to achieve………..



If you disagree do so without resorting to personal attacks and with a well reasoned argument.

Don’t bother quoting about abuse towards women l can quote them all, don’t bother trying to convert me because you think l need it, l was fighting for women’s rights before a lot of you were more then a twinkle in your dads eye.

I can quote story after story about male abuse on women that l have first hand experience of towards friends, family and myself.

But this is about the trend of certain types of females to use domestic abuse as a weapon………..

Which l personally believe is a serious threat to those that need our help and support.
I believe those that make these kind of allegations are the worst kind of humans as it makes it harder for the next person to be believed…

I believe it needs to be brought out in the open and not ignored because it doesn’t serve anyones political agenda………..

But do give your opinion politely….


There has been several comments on the thread alluding to the fact that we need to get over the fact that we are no longer young and no longer as attractive to society, oh that is so true, we don’t have youth on our side, we aren’t “attractive” in the way youth and society would like us, but what we don’t expect is to be considered past it or put down by certain men of our generation who for some reason seem to think that they are still the bee’s knees!!!!
We can and are still attractive and sexy in our own right, it may not be your cup of tea it may not be what you consider sexy or attractive but it doesn’t give you the right to treat us as if we don’t exist and all too often women over 50 are treated as if they don’t have anything worth while to contribute because they are no longer deemed to be attractive or sexy.
So yes older women are fighting back and letting you know that we aren’t going to crawl into the woodwork because we have grown older and not as perky as we once were but we are still here we are still attractive and sexy to some people and for those that aren’t attracted to us that’s ok but don’t put us down or ignore us for not being young and sexy!!!!

I have over the last few years been on nilla sites and played around with my age, especially on sites for older mature dating, and when l put my age to 49 oh my word my inbox is over flowing but then l put in my real age and it all stops yet l have the same pics same profile the only difference is the age.
I have then sent winks or buzzes to the same men who approached me at 49 but at 55 they have not even bothered to answer back.
This does suggest to me that older men are more judgmental when it comes youth and beauty and its ok for them to turn 50+ but its not for a woman…
See l really do have a bee in my bonnet about how women are perceived once they hit 50, either your past it or a cougar and both are not really who we are they are stereo-types, and it seems we have to fit into what people think we should be…
Some young people have an aversion to seeing older people naked and displaying all there wrinkles and laugh at those that do??? Why just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean that person is any less attractive in there own right and someone will find them hot and sexy be they 18 or 80!!!

Recently the whole nation (ok a bit of an exaggeration) on the X Factor a older lady stripped down revealing her stockings and stuff and it was treated as one big joke not because she had taken her clothes off but because she wasn’t young and she wasn’t traditionally pretty and it made people uneasy….
Yet some pretty young thing doing the same thing and everyone loves it..
Although granted it was a bloody awful audition 😉 but she was ridiculed and laughed at for doing something that young ones do and people applaud….

So for all those out there who seem to think that getting older means we are no longer hot sexy and fun watch out because we have serious attitude and we know how to use it………….


When there is only your point of view,
When they is only your way of doing things,
When your way is the right way,
When you can’t be challenged because you believe your right and everyone is wrong and its your job to educate the masses.


You are the oppressor, you are the one that stifles the dreams of equality and freedom for all….

I and thousands like me will not sit quietly and be dictated too, we will fight for the right to be heard, we will fight for the right to have our views listened too,

We will fight for the right for people of all persuasions to be complete arseholes including YOU……


English is a Crazy Language
by Richard Lederer

English is the most widely spoken language in the history of our planet, used in some way by at least one out of every seven human beings around the globe. Half of the world’s books are written in English, and the majority of international telephone calls are made in English. Sixty percent of the world’s radio programs are beamed in English, and more than seventy percent of international mail is written and addressed in English. Eighty percent of all computer texts, including all web sites, are stored in English.
English has acquired the largest vocabulary of all the world’s languages, perhaps as many as two million words, and has generated one of the noblest bodies of literature in the annals of the human race. Nonetheless, it is now time to face the fact that English is a crazy language — the most loopy and wiggy of all tongues.

In what other language do people drive in a parkway and park in a driveway?
In what other language do people play at a recital and recite at a play?
Why does night fall but never break and day break but never fall?
Why is it that when we transport something by car, it’s called a shipment, but when we transport something by ship, it’s called cargo?
Why does a man get a hernia and a woman a hysterectomy?
Why do we pack suits in a garment bag and garments in a suitcase?
Why do privates eat in the general mess and generals eat in the private mess?
Why do we call it newsprint when it contains no printing but when we put print on it, we call it a newspaper?
Why are people who ride motorcycles called bikers and people who ride bikes called cyclists?
Why — in our crazy language — can your nose run and your feet smell?

Language is like the air we breathe. It’s invisible, inescapable, indispensable, and we take it for granted. But, when we take the time to step back and listen to the sounds that escape from the holes in people’s faces and to explore the paradoxes and vagaries of English, we find that hot dogs can be cold, darkrooms can be lit, homework can be done in school, nightmares can take place in broad daylight while morning sickness and daydreaming can take place at night, tomboys are girls and midwives can be men, hours — especially happy hours and rush hours — often last longer than sixty minutes, quicksand works very slowly, boxing rings are square, silverware and glasses can be made of plastic and tablecloths of paper, most telephones are dialed by being punched (or pushed?), and most bathrooms don’t have any baths in them. In fact, a dog can go to the bathroom under a tree — no bath, no room; it’s still going to the bathroom. And doesn’t it seem a little bizarre that we go to the bathroom in order to go to the bathroom?

Why is it that a woman can man a station but a man can’t woman one, that a man can father a movement but a woman can’t mother one, and that a king rules a kingdom but a queen doesn’t rule a queendom? How did all those Renaissance men reproduce when there don’t seem to have been any Renaissance women?

Sometimes you have to believe that all English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane:

In what other language do they call the third hand on the clock the second hand?
Why do they call them apartments when they’re all together?
Why do we call them buildings, when they’re already built?
Why it is called a TV set when you get only one?
Why is phonetic not spelled phonetically?
Why is it so hard to remember how to spell mnemonic?
Why doesn’t onomatopoeia sound like what it is?
Why is the word abbreviation so long?
Why is diminutive so undiminutive?
Why does the word monosyllabic consist of five syllables?
Why is there no synonym for synonym or thesaurus?
And why, pray tell, does lisp have an s in it?

English is crazy.

If adults commit adultery, do infants commit infantry? If olive oil is made from olives, what do they make baby oil from? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian consume? If pro and con are opposites, is congress the opposite of progress?

Why can you call a woman a mouse but not a rat — a kitten but not a cat? Why is it that a woman can be a vision, but not a sight — unless your eyes hurt? Then she can be “a sight for sore eyes.”

A writer is someone who writes, and a stinger is something that stings. But fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce, hammers don’t ham, humdingers don’t humding, ushers don’t ush, and haberdashers do not haberdash.

If the plural of tooth is teeth, shouldn’t the plural of booth be beeth? One goose, two geese — so one moose, two meese? One index, two indices — one Kleenex, two Kleenices? If people ring a bell today and rang a bell yesterday, why don’t we say that they flang a ball? If they wrote a letter, perhaps they also bote their tongue. If the teacher taught, why isn’t it also true that the preacher praught? Why is it that the sun shone yesterday while I shined my shoes, that I treaded water and then trod on the beach, and that I flew out to see a World Series game in which my favorite player flied out?

If we conceive a conception and receive at a reception, why don’t we grieve a greption and believe a beleption? If a firefighter fights fire, what does a freedom fighter fight? If a horsehair mat is made from the hair of horses, from what is a mohair coat made?

A slim chance and a fat chance are the same, as are a caregiver and a caretaker, a bad licking and a good licking, and “What’s going on?” and “What’s coming off?” But a wise man and a wise guy are opposites. How can sharp speech and blunt speech be the same and quite a lot and quite a few the same, while overlook and oversee are opposites? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell the next?

If button and unbutton and tie and untie are opposites, why are loosen and unloosen and ravel and unravel the same? If bad is the opposite of good, hard the opposite of soft, and up the opposite of down, why are badly and goodly, hardly and softly, and upright and downright not opposing pairs? If harmless actions are the opposite of harmful actions, why are shameful and shameless behavior the same and pricey objects less expensive than priceless ones? If appropriate and inappropriate remarks and passable and impassable mountain trails are opposites, why are flammable and inflammable materials, heritable and inheritable property, and passive and impassive people the same? How can valuable objects be less valuable than invaluable ones? If uplift is the same as lift up, why are upset and set up opposite in meaning? Why are pertinent and impertinent, canny and uncanny, and famous and infamous neither opposites nor the same? How can raise and raze and reckless and wreckless be opposites when each pair contains the same sound?

Why is it that when the sun or the moon or the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible; that when I clip a coupon from a newspaper I separate it, but when I clip a coupon to a newspaper, I fasten it; and that when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I shall end it?

English is a crazy language.

How can expressions like “I’m mad about my flat,” “No football coaches allowed,” “I’ll come by in the morning and knock you up,” and “Keep your pecker up” convey such different messages in two countries that purport to speak the same English?

How can it be easier to assent than to dissent but harder to ascend than to descend? Why is it that a man with hair on his head has more hair than a man with hairs on his head; that if you decide to be bad forever, you choose to be bad for good; and that if you choose to wear only your left shoe, then your left one is right and your right one is left? Right?

Small wonder that we English users are constantly standing meaning on its head. Let’s look at a number of familiar English words and phrases that turn out to mean the opposite or something very different from what we think they mean:

A waiter. Why do they call those food servers waiters, when it’s the customers who do the waiting?

I could care less. I couldn’t care less is the clearer, more accurate version. Why do so many people delete the negative from this statement? Because they are afraid that the n’t…less combination will make a double negative, which is a no-no.

I really miss not seeing you. Whenever people say this to me, I feel like responding, “All right, I’ll leave!” Here speakers throw in a gratuitous negative, not, even though I really miss seeing you is what they want to say.

The movie kept me literally glued to my seat. The chances of our buttocks being literally epoxied to a seat are about as small as the chances of our literally rolling in the aisles while watching a funny movie or literally drowning in tears while watching a sad one. We actually mean The movie kept me figuratively glued to my seat — but who needs figuratively, anyway?

A non-stop flight. Never get on one of these. You’ll never get down.

A near miss. A near miss is, in reality, a collision. A close call is actually a near hit.

My idea fell between the cracks. If something fell between the cracks, didn’t it land smack on the planks or the concrete? Shouldn’t that be my idea fell into the cracks (or between the boards)?

A hot water heater. Who heats hot water? This is similar to garbage disposal. Actually, the stuff isn’t garbage until after you dispose of it.

A hot cup of coffee. Here again the English language gets us in hot water. Who cares if the cup is hot? Surely we mean a cup of hot coffee.

Doughnut holes. Aren’t those little treats really doughnut balls? The holes are what’s left in the original doughnut. (And if a candy cane is shaped like a cane, why isn’t a doughnut shaped like a nut?)

I want to have my cake and eat it too. Shouldn’t this timeworn cliché be I want to eat my cake and have it too? Isn’t the logical sequence that one hopes to eat the cake and then still possess it?

A one-night stand. So who’s standing? Similarly, to sleep with someone. Who’s sleeping?

I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. Let the word go out to the four corners of the earth that ever since Columbus we have known that the earth doesn’t have any ends.

It’s neither here nor there. Then where is it?

Extraordinary. If extra-fine means “even finer than fine” and extra-large “even larger than large,” why doesn’t extraordinary mean “even more ordinary than ordinary”?

The first century B.C. These hundred years occurred much longer ago than people imagined. What we call the first century B.C. was, in fact the last century B.C.

Daylight saving time. Not a single second of daylight is saved by this ploy.

The announcement was made by a nameless official. Just about everyone has a name, even officials. Surely what is meant is “The announcement was made by an unnamed official.”

Preplan, preboard, preheat, and prerecord. Aren’t people who do this simply planning, boarding, heating, and recording? Who needs the pretentious prefix? I have even seen shows “prerecorded before a live audience,” certainly preferable to prerecording before a dead audience.

Pull up a chair. We don’t really pull a chair up; we pull it along the ground. We don’t pick up the phone; we pick up the receiver. And we don’t really throw up; we throw out.

Put on your shoes and socks. This is an exceedingly difficult maneuver. Most of us put on our socks first, then our shoes.

A hit-and-run play. If you know your baseball, you know that the sequence constitutes “a run-and-hit play.”

The bus goes back and forth between the terminal and the airport. Again we find mass confusion about the order of events. You have to go forth before you can go back.

I got caught in one of the biggest traffic bottlenecks of the year. The bigger the bottleneck, the more freely the contents of the bottle flow through it. To be true to the metaphor, we should say, I got caught in one of the smallest traffic bottlenecks of the year.

Underwater and underground. Things that we claim are underwater and underground are obviously surrounded by, not under the water and ground.

I lucked out. To luck out sounds as if you’re out of luck. Don’t you mean I lucked in?

Because we speakers and writers of English seem to have our heads screwed on backwards, we constantly misperceive our bodies, often saying just the opposite of what we mean:

Watch your head. I keep seeing this sign on low doorways, but I haven’t figured out how to follow the instructions. Trying to watch your head is like trying to bite your teeth.

They’re head over heels in love. That’s nice, but all of us do almost everything head over heels. If we are trying to create an image of people doing cartwheels and somersaults, why don’t we say, They’re heels over head in love?

Put your best foot forward. Now let’s see…. We have a good foot and a better foot — but we don’t have a third — and best — foot. It’s our better foot we want to put forward. This grammar atrocity is akin to May the best team win. Usually there are only two teams in the contest. Similarly, in any list of bestsellers, only the most popular book is genuinely a bestseller. All the rest are bettersellers.

Keep a stiff upper lip. When we are disappointed or afraid, which lip do we try to control? The lower lip, of course, is the one we are trying to keep from quivering.
I’m speaking tongue in cheek. So how can anyone understand you?

Skinny. If fatty means “full of fat,” shouldn’t skinny mean “full of skin”?

They do things behind my back. You want they should do things in front of your back?

They did it ass backwards. What’s wrong with that? We do everything ass backwards.

English is weird.

In the rigid expressions that wear tonal grooves in the record of our language, beck can appear only with call, cranny with nook, hue with cry, main with might, fettle only with fine, aback with taken, caboodle with kit, and spick and span only with each other. Why must all shrifts be short, all lucre filthy, all bystanders innocent, and all bedfellows strange? I’m convinced that some shrifts are lengthy and that some lucre is squeaky clean, and I’ve certainly met guilty bystanders and perfectly normal bedfellows.

Why is it that only swoops are fell? Sure, the verbivorous William Shakespeare invented the expression “one fell swoop,” but why can’t strokes, swings, acts, and the like also be fell? Why are we allowed to vent our spleens but never our kidneys or livers? Why must it be only our minds that are boggled and never our eyes or our hearts? Why can’t eyes and jars be ajar, as well as doors? Why must aspersions always be cast and never hurled or lobbed?

Doesn’t it seem just a little wifty that we can make amends but never just one amend; that no matter how carefully we comb through the annals of history, we can never discover just one annal; that we can never pull a shenanigan, be in a doldrum, eat an egg Benedict, or get just one jitter, a willy, a delirium tremen, or a heebie-jeebie. Why, sifting through the wreckage of a disaster, can we never find just one smithereen?

Indeed, this whole business of plurals that don’t have matching singulars reminds me to ask this burning question, one that has puzzled scholars for decades: If you have a bunch of odds and ends and you get rid of or sell off all but one of them, what do you call that doohickey with which you’re left?

What do you make of the fact that we can talk about certain things and ideas only when they are absent? Once they appear, our blessed English doesn’t allow us to describe them. Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, sheveled, gruntled, chalant, plussed, ruly, gainly, maculate, pecunious, or peccable? Have you ever met a sung hero or experienced requited love? I know people who are no spring chickens, but where, pray tell, are the people who are spring chickens? Where are the people who actually would hurt a fly? All the time I meet people who are great shakes, who can cut the mustard, who can fight City Hall, who are my cup of tea, who would lift a finger to help, who would give you the time of day, and whom I would touch with a ten-foot pole, but I can’t talk about them in English — and that is a laughing matter.

If the truth be told, all languages are a little crazy. As Walt Whitman might proclaim, they contradict themselves. That’s because language is invented, not discovered, by boys and girls and men and women, not computers. As such, language reflects the creative and fearful asymmetry of the human race, which, of course, isn’t really a race at all.

That’s why we wear a pair of pants but, except on very cold days, not a pair of shirts. That’s why men wear a bathing suit and bathing trunks at the same time. That’s why brassiere is singular but panties is plural. That’s why there’s a team in Toronto called the Maple Leafs and another in Minnesota called the Timberwolves.

That’s why six, seven, eight, and nine change to sixty, seventy, eighty, and ninety, but two, three, four, and five do not become twoty, threety, fourty, and fivety. That’s why first-degree murder is more serious than third-degree murder but a third-degree burn is more serious than a first-degree burn. That’s why we can open up the floor, climb the walls, raise the roof, pick up the house, and bring down the house.

In his essay “The Awful German Language,” Mark Twain spoofs the confusion engendered by German gender by translating literally from a conversation in a German Sunday school book: “Gretchen. Wilhelm, where is the turnip? Wilhelm. She has gone to the kitchen. Gretchen. Where is the accomplished and beautiful English maiden? Wilhelm. It has gone to the opera.” Twain continues: “A tree is male, its buds are female, its leaves are neuter; horses are sexless, dogs are male, cats are female — tomcats included.”

Still, you have to marvel at the unique lunacy of the English language, in which you can turn a light on and you can turn a light off and you can turn a light out, but you can’t turn a light in; in which the sun comes up and goes down, but prices go up and come down — a gloriously wiggy tongue in which your house can simultaneously burn up and burn down and your car can slow up and slow down, in which you fill in a form by filling out a form, in which your alarm clock goes off by going on, in which you are inoculated for measles by being inoculated against measles, in which you add up a column of figures by adding them down, and in which you first chop a tree down — and then you chop it up.


Its hard to get worked up about some writing or some person who has offended your sensibilities of what you believe is right…
Its hard to get all passionate about saving the world or making major changes when your life has any or several of the things below…

A full time job
Health issues
Emotional/mental issue

Oh you still want to fight the good fight you still want to see society progress to something more tolerant and happiness for all but the reality is that most people don’t have the time to commit the way others can.

We may get along to the odd demo, we may get to sign the petitions, we may use our vote but when your a parent do you take the kids to football/dancing or a family day or do you spend the day fighting the good fight…

You want to advance in your career do you spend your time learning things to help that happen or do you fight the good fight?

Your having a bad day with your health do you rest and do what is best for your health or do you fight the good fight?

See people aren’t apathetic about wanting change but for a lot of us we can only do so much with the time and resources we have… and our own little world comes first, l will put my family and friends before any of your political agenda/issues every time but it doesn’t mean l don’t care it doesn’t mean l don’t support change but unless it actually affects my family and friends l am unlikely to join your crusade….

I can’t save everyone, l can’t feed the world but l can make changes to my world, l can support the causes l feel matter to me and my family the things that are relevant to us. I am not alone in feeling this way….

I can’t make domestic violence/sexual assault stop but l can educate my family in how to protect themselves and also how not to violate others…

Its not that l don’t care its not that l don’t support the changes and l have experience of all first hand but l am not going to put your causes before my family/friends yes l want to make sure that their world is safe but we are never going to have that Utopia…

See even if everyone became a good member of society you will still have a small % of those who don’t think the same oh for example like the paedophile, the sociopath neither conditions are treatable so you will never ever have the society where abuse doesn’t happen all we can do is educate our children to protect themselves and understand what it is to violate someone else and hopefully these small changes will make society a little better….

The reality is that all we can do is help those who are affected better resources and more education hoping that it will make some difference but you will never eradicate it, because some people just don’t think the same way and nothing will ever change that….

So l may not be an activist but like millions of others l try to make small changes that hopefully will eventually lead to a better place for everyone….

So you go and fight the good fight you go tell others how it should be done and how wrong society is….

but me l will quietly carry on doing what l can to make my world a better place for my family in the same way millions of other people do…..


Came across this story and l kinda believe it to be true so to the man who this happened to thank you for sharing and bring a smile to those that read it.

Cat Lover or Not, this is funny!

We’ve all had trouble with our animals, but I don’t think anyone can top this one:
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable.

No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I’m lying.

On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating.

I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day.

By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.

The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife’s wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.

Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.

Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.

‘Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.’

‘You know where the button is,’ I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. ‘Reset it yourself!’

‘But I’m scared!’ she persisted. ‘What if it starts going and sucks me in?’

There was a meaningful pause and then, ‘C’mon, it’ll only take you a second.’

So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behaviour as extremely cowardly.

Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances.

No, it wasn’t the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied
hanging between my legs.

She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink.

And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.

I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.

Wild animals are sometimes faced with a ‘fight or flight’ syndrome.
Men, in this predicament, choose only the ‘flight’ option. I know this from experience.

I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent.

The impact knocked me out cold.

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me.

Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of ‘been-there, done-that’ paramedics.

Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter …… and not succeeding.

Somehow I lived through it all.

A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury.

I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was.

‘What’s the matter?’ They all asked, ‘Cat got your tongue?’

If they only knew!!.smile emoticon