Author: Stacy and Margit

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She Said, She Said: Let’s Talk About Sex!

So, SEX. Why does it still feel like a taboo topic? It’s only is taboo if you’re female, because women aren’t supposed to like sex or say they like sex OUT LOUD IN PUBLIC. (I mean, the saying in public, not the sexing in public.) I LIKE SEX. There, I said it out loud. Except for at midnight when I’m super sleepy. I have always identified very strongly with the fact that I have a very strong sex drive — and I can’t say that’s always been well-received. By men? By other women? No, not by men, unless they were vaguely threatened (or annoyed) by it. Or he were my boyfriend and felt pressured (it’s happened). It comes off as bragging in women, it’s just “not done.” We’re back to that funny generational thing too: The Boomers right above us were the hippie free lovers that busted out on the scene in nude dogpiles; the ones they always show on those “Remember the 60s” Public TV fund drives. But our parents were usually the “silent …

You Are So Sensitive! No I’m Not!

You are SO SENSITIVE! It’s kind of a slimy word, all those sssses. I hate that insult. Being sensitive is awesome. Especially, um, you know, in the erogenous way. Were you ever called “too sensitive?” I AM ALWAYS CALLED TOO SENSITIVE! Sorry, was I shouting? Ouch, you hurt my sensitive ears. But here’s the thing: I have sensitive senses. i.e. I hear more than most people, I have a great sniffer (I can always tell what perfume people are wearing), and my emo sensor is set to ultra-high. My eyes, however, they age. I too have a very strong sense of smell. There are pros and cons to that. (Peee-yoooo)  But you can’t be creative without being sensitive. Funny thing: being “sensitive” has a negative implication. Yet, expressing “sensitivity” is a plus. But seriously, I’mma say it again: The word sensitive always makes me think about sex. I see you, I feel you. See! “I feel you” = sex. You get to have sex. You’re married. I’m just a sensitive ship alone on the sea. …

Is It Ever Ok To Be Foolish with Money?

A regular series wherein we discuss deep topics via instant message. This week Margit Detweiler and Stacy Morrison discuss their “spendy regrets” on a Friday afternoon at 6pm while multi-tasking. So, my friend, how are we defining this thing called “spending foolishly?” I have a hard time with the word foolish. Underneath it all, foolish often means FUN and who doesn’t want that? But yes, I’ve had my spendy regrets. Spendy regrets. Love it. Give me an example. I just made a foolish purchase today. I absolutely could have found a perfectly fine piece of furniture for about 1/10th of what I paid. But I fell in LOVE with an aged-wood credenza. The masterful handiwork! The crossed-iron base! And I have to say, the love I give to that piece, I will get back for decades. So no regrets. So that’s not really foolish then? “If it makes you happy…” to quote Ms. Crow. What are the things you will *always* spend money on? Like for me, it’s a comfortable seat with a great view. On …