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Complaints Department

There is only one thing in my life that I can complain about at the moment and that is the sheer and utter lack of hot water in my apartment when I want to take a shower. Thank goodness I can take one at the gym. Today I had to kneel on the floor of my tub and rinse my hair in tepid water. Fun you bet.

Of course, if that's the only thing I have to complain about I really can't say I have a bad life.

Switching gears, here is a DVD I really want to find and watch. It's called Searching for Angela Shelton. Watch the trailer. It's fascinating.

"In the documentary Searching for Angela Shelton, filmmaker Angela Shelton journeys across the United States meeting other Angela Sheltons in an effort to survey women in America. She discovers that 24 out of the 40 Angela Sheltons she spoke to had been raped, beaten or molested. (now 28 out of 40)"

"As Angela started interviewing other Angela Sheltons she found that 70% had been victims of rape, childhood sexual assault and/or domestic violence. This surprising journey also led Angela to confront her own abusive past and her pedophile father on Father’s Day."


You know something, I just don't get it. I really don't. I don't get how (some)men are unable to think with their head or hearts instead of their cock or their fists. I really don't get it. Is testosterone that all consuming? Even when I am in the throws of the worst PMS I can still manage to be civil to my co-workers. Can men not self-regulate? I just don't get it. I shake my head in sadness.

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