donderdag 23 maart 2017

Stay Fit!

If they could do it, you can do it, too:)

A 70-year old lady pole dancer

Note: I'm not normally a fan of pole dancing and female semi-nudity in public at any age, outside of a beach setting, but this is just amazing. 

Never, ever give up!

A disabled vet's story

P.S., as usual, I deleted the previous post since I don't want to dwell too long on negative things.

maandag 20 maart 2017

The Man Who Killed The Bank

Mr Trump appears to be quite a fan of Andrew Jackson, known among other things, for killing the bank:

vrijdag 17 maart 2017

A Strange Life Of Charlotte Bronte

Charlotte Bronte is mostly famous for her Jane Eyre, a somewhat feminist novel (the plot of which is widely known so there is no need to go into detail), though from what I read she appears the least radical of the three sisters (and the only one who ever got married). Yet probably not everyone is aware that the novel in question is highly autobiographical which may explain some of its peculiarities.

Charlotte was one of the six children of an Irish clergyman whose real name was Brunty and who came from a lower class background and worked himself up, marrying a daughter of a well-off tradesman. She thus belonged to a lower middle class background and though she had a good education, the family were poor and lived in apparently unsanitary conditions.

Charlotte was sent to school for the children of the clergy together with her three sisters where the eldest two quickly died from tuberculosis. The school and its experiences became the basis for the famous Lowood institution with its horrors (it has later undergone a name change and became a prestigious private school for girls).

It's noteworthy that all the six Bronte children died quite young from the same disease, though in Charlotte's case there are speculations that it also could be typhus or pregnancy-related problems. Charlotte was also a small thing, about 1.45m tall which makes her practically a midget by modern standards. The reason for this, undoubtedly, was poor nutrition: the lack of vitamin A and all that, (again described in Jane Eyre) which would also explain why the sisters succumbed so easily to common colds which eventually led to the dreaded lung disease.

Charlotte later worked as a school teacher and a governess and though some sources claim she liked her work others say she was resentful of her only brother who was apparently pampered by her father and allowed to get a better education while she had to work for her keep. The brother in question, Branwell had artistic leanings (but not in the way you thought:) as he habitually abused drugs and alcohol and started an affair with the wife of his employer who was fifteen years his senior. He died soon after being dismissed from his teaching position, due to the combined reasons of chronic alcoholism, drug usage and lung problems.

Branwell appears to have been a piece of work (and looked like John Lennon in his later years according to his self-portrait). Though Wikipedia is silent on this topic, it could very well be that the nasty brother in Jane Eyre was partly inspired by him (the episode with the book thrown happened when Charlotte was working as a governess - she must have had charming pupils).

Though Jane Eyre laments women being restricted to the world of embroidery, stocking-knitting and pudding-making,  it wasn't entirely true in Charlotte's own case as she was allowed to travel to Brussels and to enroll at school to learn French where she promptly fell in love with her tutor. Unfortunately, he was already married - does it ring  a bell? The rest of Jane's description fits her to a t - she was plain, poor, not very fashionable and shy. She lost all her siblings and her aunt who took care of them after her mother's death.

Yet, despite all this and her ripe old age of 38 (attention, men, the famous wall probably doesn't really exist) she still managed to inspire enough passion in her father's curate Arthur Bell Nicholls (he was several years her junior,too), which infuriated her father who considered him "not good enough" for his "famous daughter".

Yet, the young couple soon overcame his objections and got married. This fact upset her best girlfriend so much that later she accused the unhappy Arthur of causing his wife's death (the friend in question was determined to die a spinster in which she succeeded and as we know, misery loves company, plus she was probably resentful of the fact that Charlotte had refused her own brother's proposal on the account of him being boring - St. John anyone?), and indeed, their wedding bliss was but of a short duration. Charlotte died 8 months later, carrying Arthur's child. She was nearly 39 years old.

Thus ends the story of Charlotte Bronte and it probably explains some of her idiosyncrasies.

woensdag 15 maart 2017

Forced Hiatus

Monday the 13th, full moon - the day my laptop crashed and died....And yet they say it's just a superstition:)

I'll try to resume posting as soon as possible so stay tuned!

maandag 13 maart 2017

IKEA Adventures

It's SPRING over here plus we are still busy with our renovation project so it means less time behind the screen, which is actually good:) Last Saturday my husband suggested going to IKEA to check the furniture for our new added room in the attic which is supposed to be a living/bedroom/guestroom. We were looking at some settee beds ( I hope I'm using the word correctly:) but opted for two chairs instead which if placed together will make for a double bed. However, when we went to collect them, we found they were sold out!

We had to drive to another store which cost us about 50 minutes since we lost our way and there finally we got nearly the last two exemplars. We then spent 30 minutes searching for our car in the parking garage but it's another story altogether and at least, we ate quite a decent dinner at an IKEA restaurant later. Now, isn't it a beauty???:))))

woensdag 8 maart 2017

dinsdag 7 maart 2017

Finished At Last!

Sorry for the quality of the selfie, but it was the best I could manage:) This skirt took me something like 4 months and I had to start all over again 3 times, because I had to adjust the pattern to a much smaller size. it's still rather baggy by the hem but I decided that it gives me the necessary freedom of movement and and is of the fashionable "ballon" style. It's quite warm but the temperatures are still lower than double digits so I can wear it for some time.

zondag 5 maart 2017

An Incident At Home

A couple of days ago I noticed a strange smell in our bathroom. Actually, it was a horrible smell. First, it reminded me of burnt red cabbage combined with something industrial like turpentine, but through the day it grew stronger and became positively vile. No, VILE, like rotting flesh.

My husband came home, smelled the air in the bathroom (I kept airing it and the adjacent bedrooms as the smell started spreading there, too; but the moment I closed the bathroom door it came back). My husband agreed it was vile and payed a visit to the neighbour who had been remodeling his house. The neighbour had no smell in his bathroom and neither did he work with any strong chemical substances.

Our next thought was our sewerage system, after all it's an old house we currently live in (I probably should say "vintage" as it's from the 1930s). I suggested that a mouse crept into a pipe to die or something even worse, while my parents who phoned at that very time, were talking about the sewer gas. We checked the plumber trap by the sink and it was full of water. We plugged both the sink and the bathroom but the smell didn't go away. We took the washing basket contents apart and smelled them but noticed nothing in particular. It didn't come from a garbage can, either.

I said it must be the ventilation system and my husband said it couldn't be because the bathroom and the WC below are connected but there is no foul smell in the WC. He asked me why women were prone to being hysterical about some minor stuff. I asked him why men are so obstinate and think they know everything better. He said it's because he does know everything better. By this time, were were both talking rather louder than normal.

I went inside the bathroom and started sniffing. I noticed the smell was the worst by the door. Then it dawned on me. I picked up a mat and voila, it smelled. No, stank. It was wet, too, but then someone had just taken a shower. I took it out and placed it on the radiator in the spare bedroom, closed the door and opened the window, but the next morning the whole bedroom stank. The mat was dry by now and when I examined it, I suddenly understood what it was all about. The cat had peed on it!!! I remembered him sneaking into the bathroom the day before.

And so the riddle of the horrible smell was solved by me. I'm not quite a Miss Marple, but getting there:)

BTW, I saved the mat, too, by washing it at 60*C though it did come out rather wrinkled (it's supposed to be washed at 30*C I think), but at least, it smells decently now!

vrijdag 3 maart 2017

There Is Still Some Masculinity Left In Europe

In the Eastern part of it:)

Now before you start writing indignant comments about Korwin's sexism (love the name btw, reminds me of one of my favourite literary characters), which I won't publish anyway, here is a disclaimer:

As the previous video showed, the wage gap is largely due to women's choices. While an average woman isn't really more stupid than an average man, the top tier  intellectuals are mostly men. It has to do with the bell curve, IQ distribution, these sort of things (just google it, if you don't believe me). I guess few would disagree that men on average are stronger. They are also more aggressive and ambitious, work longer hours, do the most of really dangerous jobs, hence are often paid more.

While it doesn't seem correct for women to be paid less for doing exactly same jobs, higher salaries for men would enable more married women to stay home. It used to be called "married men wages" and there was a time when social feminists approved of it.

"Led by Secretary of Labor Frances Perkins and Mary Anderson of the Women's Bureau, the "social feminists" of the New Deal...sought...the family wage (which) would spare mothers from working and children from day care that social feminists rejected...If 'the provider for the family got sufficient wages,' said Mary Anderson, 'married women would not be obliged to go to work'..."

(Quoted from Domestic Tranquility by F. Carolyn Graglia, p.105).

In the comments to the vid above I read that the politician in question is largely supported by women. Now I wonder why? Do they want by any chance to be saved from "the drudgery of a cotton mill" (idem, p.104)? Something to think about...

donderdag 2 maart 2017

Women Won't Fight Your Battles For You

The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man...there shall not be upon her any "instrument of a man"..., any utensil of his which he makes use of in his trade and business; as if she was employed in it, when her business was not to do the work of men, but to take care of her house and family...and the word also signifies armour...and so here forbids women putting on a military habit and going with men to war...

Here is a novel idea for all the keyboard warriors who, while doing nothing in real life themselves expect women to man the barricades and defeat feminism: traditional women generally aren't the type to go out and fight. They are too busy taking care of their families and keeping the home fires burning, and what's more, a traditional husband most probably won't like his wife getting involved in political battles of any kind. I seldom post anything overtly political on this blog exactly by this reason: my husband asked me not to do it and especially, avoid certain topics.

A Christian traditional wife believes in being a keeper at home, not a social reformer. She won't fight your battles for you so don't hold your breath.  In general, there is a certain weakness in any man who expects a woman/women to fix society. One would expect it from liberals since they believe in egalitarianism, but anyone who claims to support patriarchal institutions should know better.

Traditional women do their part by being good daughters, wives and mothers and living a counter-cultural life which does take a lot of courage nowadays. Their battlefield is their family and fighting for the minds of their children. They lead by showing good example, by prayer and Christian behaviour, by reaching to those in need and ministering to those around them, in the circles of relatives and friends. Their world is more private then public-oriented.

The idea that they should abandon their families and go out into the streets and fight is preposterous, unless their husbands are political activists themselves and ask for their assistance. May be, these men who are discontent with the way things are should actually start doing something like organising a protest, for instance, instead of nagging on the interwebz?