Excuse me?

What a crazy week. First of all, I must give myself a pat on my back for my patience. There are lines that we all draw and once in a while, people tend to cross the line. It's what you do when that happens that makes you who you are. All I can say is that revenge is a dish best served cold.

I used the word 'all' 3 times in that paragraph. tsk.

Anyway, the more I converse with my sister, the more she says things about me that I'm shocked to hear. Recently, she said i'm a feminist. The last time I checked, googled actually, Feminism was about "defending equal political, economic, and social rights and equal opportunities for women".

Wait a second. I don't defend equal social rights for women! Definitely not equal economic rights. I mean I say my ambition is to be a business woman and etc but all I really want is to sit at home with my German Sheppard, watching Bones all day while my husband slogs at work to bring in the dough, occasionally getting up to feed myself and the dog.

Besides, I totally think chivalry should come back in style. That's basically the opposite of feminism, right? Have a man open doors for me, pull my chair out, slay nasty dragons, etc etc. If I wanted equal social rights, I'll open my own damn doors. Which I usually don't have to when Victor's around.

Moving on, having said all that I've said now, it doesn't mean that I'll be the first to defend men. Being born with a vagina makes me automatically a supporter of women. As much as I believe that women have the ability to perform as well as a man, personally, I prefer to take the backseat and let the man do all the work. Not only does the man feel like a 'knight in shining armor', it also gives us a chance to ogle at his biceps while he's lifting heavy stuff or talking about stuff you already know about. Playing dumb can really help sometimes. Plus we don't want to risk chipping a nail with unnecessary lifting. Okay fine, I don't want to risk chipping a nail.

Now, coming back to reality, I think Victor and I are at a stage where he's testing me? He tests my patience, seeing how far backwards I'll bend to accommodate his... let's just say idiosyncrasies. He throws new situations at my face and watches how I deal with them. I didn't know this step was included in the process of selecting a mate. Whether it's normal or not, I don't know but it's starting to get old. Any mention of this to him and I get 'okayyyy okayyy okayyy, enough okayyyy?' as a reply. Sooner or later, I'm going to lay the smackdown on his candy ass.

So now, I'm going to get my biker babe persona on and head for BBDC.

Hope I don't fall on my ass.