Anthony Fallout & What is Justice?

The world was shocked yesterday when Casey Anthony was found not guilty of the 2008 murder of her daughter Caylee.

Reactions stemmed from outrage to bashing a shocked Kim Kardashian on Twitter (her late father defended OJ Simpson). Alot of people claimed the lack of forensic evidence is what did in the prosecution because that’s how they do it on CSI. This sentence angers me because not every case will bring sexy Sara Sidle out of the office to find obscure evidence. Perhaps had the police listened to meter reader Ray Kronk months earlier when he called the police & said he found a body, Caylee would have gotten justice.

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Without Honesty, Left is Right

I’ve slowly learned that alot of relationship terms are subjective.

I’ve had people tell me that the reason for my separation “wasn’t that bad” while others stress it should have been done sooner. I’ve had “well, it was only suffocation, it’s not like he hit you” to “you poor thing” & it’s really odd. Much like my cheating post last year, its funny how things like cheating and assault can be so subjective, but the concept of “monthaversaries” are set in stone.

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The Life of a Jackass

This morning the entertainment world was rocked with the news that Jackass alumni Ryan Dunn was killed in a fatal car accident. He was 34.

Sadly enough, the thoughts on the minds of bloggers and message boards was not of grief but more of a morbid curiosity. Many Jackass fans admit that they often wondered which one of the crew would die, likely in a stunt gone poorly and this story simply reminded us all that the men we have watched do ridiculous things for our amusement are in fact, mortal.

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Pubs & Single Life Downtown

Last night I went out for the first time as a single woman.

It was a friend’s birthday party & while it was fun catching up with friends, I found myself very ill at ease with myself by the end of the evening.

It wasn’t the company; my friends rock and are alot of fun. It wasn’t the losers leering at me while we were walking down the street. It was the fact that I was downtown.

I’ve made no secret that I loathe downtown. I hate the 19 and up, drunk douchers who hit on everything in a dress while drunk girls compete over who can find the guy who makes the most money. It’s actually pretty gross. I would tolerate it maybe three times a year for friends with the idea that my husband was the buffer between me & the gross losers. Fortunately, the pub we went to was for the more mature set (25 +) & there were no issues, but I guess the idea that I was out at a bar for the first time in the part of the city that I hate the most was a little intimidating.

There’s the mom guilt of going out as well as the guilt of being the stereotypical single mom who parties, even though I rarely do.

So, when does the guilt go? Is this a normal single mom moment? Much like the rest of parenting, there’s no handbook for this & I’m trying to figure out how to do this the “right” way.