Time to be serious for a moment….

I know I usually use this blog to rant about stupid things, like the tear in my pants or some dumb shit customer who pissed me off again, but this story is something that I think we all need to think about.

From Times Asia:
It is a measure of just how terrible what happened to Mukhtar Mai was that news of the attack on her sent shock waves across Pakistan, where sexual assault and violence against women is commonplace. Mai, a 30-year-old woman who lives in the remote hamlet of Meerwala, was brutally and publicly gang-raped in June 2002 by four volunteers on the orders of a village court, or jirga. Mai’s then 12-year-old brother Abdul Shakoor (pictured behind her) had been seen walking with a girl from the more influential Mastoi tribe; they demanded Mai’s rape to avenge their “honor.” Mai’s family sat helplessly while she was dragged into a room, even as she screamed and pleaded for mercy. To further humiliate her, and make an example of those who would defy the power of local strongmen, she was paraded naked before hundreds of onlookers. Her father covered her with a shawl and walked her home.

This woman, instead of letting what happened to her destroy her, decided to fight back and change the system that did this to her. She took a settlement given to her by her government and instead of spending it on herself, she built a school in her village. In fact, the daughter of one of the men who raped her goes to the school she built.
She is a model of courage and heroism for her people, and for all women.

Great…more good news

Just got off the phone with my bank, and it would seem that I have to physically go to the bank and fill out the forms to dispute the charge. They actually notarise them. Who knew? Now I have to get off work early tomorrow to go to the bank and deal with this. I can’t do it today, because I have a doctor’s appointment, so the bastards get to keep my money for another day.

Stay away from my f-ing credit cards, arses!

So, I go to the bank yesterday to put my most recent sex toy money in it. I do so, and then, in looking at the receipt, I realise that there is not as much money in there as there should be. I run home, look at my account, and see a charge from someone I did not authorise.
Apparently some asshole got my credit card number, name and address somewhere. I can’t figure out where, because this was my Visa Check Card, which I never use online for this very reason. I got my credit card closed down, and I have a new one on the way, but that wont come for 7 – 10 business days. Because they apparently have other info than just my CC number, I need to go to the credit agencies and pull credit reports and all kids of crazy shit.
Fucking bastards. Bright side, I guess I don’t need to worry about overspending for the next couple of weeks. My cash is all trapped! Shit.

Party Tragedies!

I had two parties this past weekend. Both of these stories are exhibit A for why I should *never* do parties with a migraine, or while strung out on migraine meds. LOL.
Party Tragedy #1: First party of the day. I tripped over my own toes, and fell on my face. I had an open jar of Strawberry Tasty Tease in my hands, and it splattered all over my hostess. I am such a bad ass, aren’t I? Hey, she liked it enough that she still bought it. I guess she sneaked a taste while she was cleaning it off her. Heh.
Party Tragedy #2: Second party of the day. We have two products that do VERY different things in similar tubes. One is called Ready to Go, the other is called Tighten Up. At a certain point in my presentation, I put the Ready to Go and another product in the bathroom for the women at the party to try. Well, in my tiredness and migraine-yness, I put tighten up in the bathroom instead. It was not until every woman at the party had tried it that I realised that boo-boo. So, I had women making jokes the whole night about their clit’s getting tightened and falling off. Terrific.
So, I am a klutz *and* a ditzball. Whoo-hoo me. 😛