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Ladies,
Ladies, Ladies
I want
to take this opportunity to celebrate the last three ladies, sorority
sisters as it were, that managed to keep the Crapper alive with feedback.
I’d include Kilpatrick but he neither gave, nor responded, to feedback.
Nor is he a lady. Sorry, Bud.
This is
a good time to insert the most recent sexist comment I heard just to get you
in the mood.
“There’s nothing wrong with any woman that a hand grenade or a Quaalude
can’t straighten out.”
(click image for larger picture)
This
first painting is a repost and it is for Angela. Oh yes, the lovely
Welsh lass caught in circumstances which keep her stuck in a place that does
her no justice. Being the crafty fighter she is, she WILL escape.
I did this painting at first to bemoan the condemnation the church has cast
on all ladies, claiming that we are the root of all sin. As time has
passed however, those orange flames scream “Applebee's” at me and those
chains are Angela’s past from which she must extricate herself to gain the
promising future that she can see clearly. Angela will get there and
if some guy thinks she needs a hand grenade, I suggest he duck and run.
The
second painting is for Stacy. The cool, sweet, collected and steady
Stacy. Appropriately named “The Dream”, she’s the stuff urban legends
are made of. Is she a sleeping beauty that one might wake up with a
kiss? Is she only waiting for that super-duper knight in shining armor
to change her to a waking, giggling girl? Nope. You can kiss her
all you want if she lets you but that won’t change her state. Just go
ahead and worship her, as she sleeps on her bed of roses, sleeping the sleep
of one who is happy with what she has and cynical of things that appear to
be too good to be true.
The
third painting is a self-portrait titled “Nude Fleeing the Chat room”.
Having been accused of being a “sizist” I chose to portray myself as a big
girl to better fit in. However, having a fear of smiley faces and
round emoticons, I redid them on the left to show the real stuff they might
be made out of. The door opens and you never know who’s walking in.
Undeniably I’ll flee… jumping back into the world of reality where I can
touch and smell things. No LOLing or ROTFLMAO for me… just sneaking
out the window wondering why people wish to air their laundry in an ether
space of colorless grey in front of strangers. I’m the kind that could
do with a Quaalude, and would probably be silly enough to take one.
There
you have it. The Crapettes. Our Motto? Fight, dream, and
never let yourself get stuck in an uncomfortable place.
Merry
Christmas!!!! |
