I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
…and Whitney Houston is on that ‘stuff’…." My grandmother would always tell me this. She was an avid and devoted reader of The National Inquirer, The Star AND The Globe. I don’t remember when she started reading these rags, but it was back in the 70’s. At the end of everyday, she was always in the bathroom for hours puffing on her cigarettes and reading the newspaper, mostly the San Francisco Chronicle. She would spice it up by adding the more interesting reading material (i.e. lying, sleezy, cheezy, trash rags chock-full of sensationalized garbage about movie stars, women giving birth to hairy 20lb babies, sleeping chambers and space aliens)
Ok, pardon me for a brief interlude: Remember the Seinfeld episode where George was forced to buy a book because he took it into the Brentanos bathroom and subsequently tried to return that book, but was denied at every turn: "Sir, you can’t return this book. This book’s been flagged. It’s been in the bathroom!" I understand this. I know for a fact, the newspaper does smell different after it’s been in the bathroom. It does. Have you noticed?
Ok, back to the subject at hand. At one point she must have seen an article, and maybe more than once that said Donna Summers used to be a man. I was young and very impressionable and if something is repeated by an authority figure more than once to the young mind, the young mind starts to believe it. For years, I thought Donna Summers had a sex change or that she was a man dressed like a woman. Basically, no matter how it played out in my mind—I knew THAT person was born a man! Man!
So, fast forward to 2005, and I’m nearly 40 and I know Donna Summers is a woman. I know this. I figured this out long ago. Hey, My grandmother was the only person that ever said this. It was never on the news. I never heard about it in school. But I must admit, even today every time I see her or hear one of her songs, I think of the possibility…
I mentioned this tidbit to a co-worker when she asked if all of the girls at work would like to go to a Donna Summers concert. I said, "No. I’m soooo not interested. It’s fun to sing her stuff in the car, but that’s about the extent of it AND I grew up thinking she was a man. So, it’s kind of a weird thing I got goin’ on." I explained the above reasoning to her.
Lat week, my co-worker told me, as she was watching the VH1's "Save the Music" concert last week, she could not help but think of Donna Summers as a man. I can not believe how I got into her head.
Oh, and the Whitney Houston remark. No comment.
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