Hello my name is Mimi and I love you.

Today is the day before payday, which means we are both hungry and broke.  So what do we do?  Obviously we make a gourmet meal out of the stuff we already have in the kitchen.  That included butter, fettucini, shreemps, seafood stock, green beans, and an assortment of spices.

Mark’s Yummy Green Beans

1 can green beans (or use fresh, just blanche before you sautee)

Teensy bit olive oil

Dash curry salt (salt + curry powder)

Dash cumin

Dash garlic salt

TINY dash cinnamon

Empty the entire can of green beans into a pot and simmer over medium high heat until they’re heated through.  Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium heat, add the green beans, and throw in the spices.  Just let it sit for a bit until the green beans have absorbed the flavors.  This could take anywhere from 5 to 10 minutes.  Then plate it and nom!

Someone posted this on their facebook earlier today and I felt compelled to comment on it.  Not because this person is wrong, but because I think women should have more of a voice.  I hate to pull the feminist card because that tends to turn people off of a topic, but this is worth mentioning.

The first thing on the list is this:

1.  If you choose to wear shirts that show off your boobs, you will attract boys. To be more specific, you will attract the kind of boys that like to look down girls’ shirts.  If you want to date a guy who likes to look at other girls’ boobs and chase skirts, then great job; keep it up.  If you don’t want to date a guy who ogles at the breasts of other women, then maybe you should stop offering your own breasts up for the ogling.  All attention is not equal.  You think you want attention, but you don’t.  You want respect.  All attention is not equal.

I’m sorry, did I ask you to look at my tits?  If I wear something low cut it’s either because (A) my tits are too big to fit into anything and EVERYTHING I wear, save for tshirts and footie pajamas, can be considered low cut; or (B) that’s how I felt like expressing myself that day.  Go ahead, objectify me.  Tell me how much I want it.  Undress me with your eyes.  Lose respect for me because I’m proud of my figure.  Ogle.  Do whatever you want.  But in return don’t look for respect from me.  If you want to look down my shirt, go ahead, but in the end I decide when, where, with whom, and under what circumstances I spend my time, and if you can’t see past my body, you obviously don’t fall under any of those categories.  You know what gains respect?  Confidence and strength of conviction.  You know what’s sexy?  A woman knows how to hold herself.  And if I decide for myself that I want to feel sexy today, I’ll put on a pair of lacy drawers and push up my tits a little, because I know how to handle my body.  It’s not for attention, it’s for me.  

And if you don’t want to date a guy who ogles at the breasts of other women, DON’T DATE ONE!

Amazing, that.