EdgeofGloria

And really, nothing much happened. I attended a workshop which I hope might lead me to a new career path. After that, I had a snack and ran an errand. Came home and took some ridiculous pictures for an experiment which should be good for a few laughs. Then, I curled up in bed and re-read Everything about Me is Fake ... and I'm Perfect , took a shower, then took Daphne for a walk. The weather was perfect, and I caught myself smiling. Now, I'm going to cook dinner--quinoa with sweet onion in beef and broccoli stir fry sauce. It was a nice day--leisurely, educational, indulgent. And tonight's movie is The Notorious Bettie Page. Must be Badass Brunettes Day at Chez Diaz.

I'm in the process of reading another of Janice Dickinson's books. This one is called Everything About Me Is Fake ... and I'm Perfect! It's a great read so far. But what's really holding my attention is what Janice is saying about men. Despite being married and divorced three times, she still goes out on dates, but comes forward and says that men are pigs. But, she also says not to to give up on them. She feels they should be treated like pets--if they screw up, put them in the doghouse, and not call them. I've been treated like shit by men, but Janice's father was a fucking pedophile. My dad was great to me, for the most part, but my brother sucked. Then, the boys at school made fun of me. I came across some old pictures of me, and I WAS a mess. I feel like I'm still in my awkward stage, for fuck's sake. But why did I allow guys to make ME feel inferior? Why? I'm accomplished (college degree, self-published a couple of books) nice, helpful, an...