I am going to say right now that this post is probably going to offend someone, somewhere…but you know what? I am someone who practices my right of “Freedom Of Speech”! And if you don’t like what I have to say on PUBLIC social media then by all means…unfollow me, block me, or do whatever makes you feel better about yourself.
We live in 2015. **NEWSFLASH** It’s a day and age that if you want to…you can post your life, and all of it’s entirety via numerous social networks. You can blog, vlog, post status updates, and if you wanted to…you could film yourself taking a shit and by golly someone out there would want to watch that…shit.
How about the sex industry? Do you think sex doesn’t sell? Are you a moron? DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK? Hmmm that must be why it’s one of the leading money making industries. Because somehow no one is “talking” about it or by all means WATCHING IT or even better….WRITING ABOUT IT! Whoa! I mean come on…how do you think you got here? We are all here because two people had sex and created us yet there are still certain people who want to play “hush hush don’t talk about that filthy dirty word called sex“. People want to bash “50 Shades Of Gray” because somewhere in their life someone abused them. Don’t blame the movie…blame the person who abused you! Because let’s face it…what good is getting mad at a “fictional” movie going to do about what happened to you and further more if you knew what it was about then why even bother watching it, if it’s going to stir up that many emotions??? For me, I stay clear of anything that I know is going to disturb me in any way. Granted yes that isn’t much. But there are demons living in my closet just as much as there are living in even to most “saintly” of people.
In this day and age it amazes me how easily offended people are. What happened to “a sense of humor” or having “thick skin”. I surely hope I am not raising my kids to cry every time someone says something that they don’t like. I realize that bullying is a real issue and I in no way condone it….but…yep there’s a but in here…I also think that regardless of where you live, what kind of school your child attends, or how much you TRY to protect them…there is always going to be a BULLY. Therefore, I believe in teaching my kids to be stronger then the bully. Sign them up for a boxing or karate class so they know how to…how should I put it…
.kick someone’s ass that deserves it defend themselves. Teach them that words are just that….WORDS! Teach them that k-12th grade is only a fraction of their lives and that there is so much more life to live out there and so many more worthy people to meet!
Now I don’t like to
call people names give people labels but I am quite certain that these people I am referencing to in this post are what we all call “prudes” and prude by means of definition.com is…
a person who is excessively proper or modest in speech, conduct, dress, etc.
which you know what? I am fine with a person being prude but let me just state here that I have never claimed to be a “good mommy blog”. My name is Domesticated Momster for a reason. There are going to be times that I put on my big girl panties and get down to business. There are times that I am going to tell it how I feel it at the moment and there will be NO LOLLIPOP GIVEN. If anything I classify my blog as humor more then “mommying”. Yes I gripe about my kids and my husband and my everyday life. Those who don’t ever bitch about their lives are the ones that truly freak me out. Like so many skeletons in the closet that the door is about to come unhinged.
Do I feel like I should apologize for offending anyone? No…I don’t…I can be a real bitch sometimes and I own it. But I am also the person who would be your friend till the end and support you in every way I knew possible. I would answer the phone when you called in the middle of the night…well unless I was passed out or the ambien actually worked….other then that I would totally answer that call and then bitch at you for calling instead of texting. But hey that’s just me and I am a person you either love or you hate…there is no in-between. In between means indecisive and I can’t be around people who can’t make a decision about anything. And she lived happily ever after….