So I may be a little annoyed.

It's been awhile, I know.

But - I still remember my login name and password...so it hasn't been that long. And I've had good reasons for not hanging out at my keyboard and sharing my thoughts with whoever happens to read this.

I've been busy.

There, that is my reason.

Oh - and I've been so incredibly annoyed by several different topics lately that I haven't been able to narrow down which topic I want to dive into first.

Remember on my first blog when I said I'd be real, and share some things other generations would probably be against talking so publicly about? This is one of those posts. So if you are of a more conservative viewpoint - you've been warned.

I've just signed off facebook, a sure place to go if you want to get fired up about an opposing view. Fired up is one thing, and I actually kind of enjoy the intellectual exercise of reading others opinions and doing my own research. For those of you who really know me, you know that I enjoy a good debate. I thoroughly respect people that can explain their views to me logically while still respecting my views and opinions.

What's that you say? People can disagree and still talk about it and be friends later?

Crazy, I know.

But here is the thing -- that is almost impossible now. It isn't just a simple "firing up" anymore - it is an assault. People on facebook and other social media sites have gotten completely out of hand. Random people get into heated debates about issues they do not even understand. This happens with many issues, but the one that aggravates me at this moment is the view on women.

Maybe I don't just hate it on social media sites. I hate it in the media. I hate it on the streets. I hate it in the store. I hate it everywhere I am. I hate that woman are talked about like we need to be advocated for. Victims need advocates. Helpless people need advocates. People without voices need advocates. I am certainly none of those, and am annoyed by the implication.

I'm annoyed by the posts and witty memes saying something to the effect of "real women have curves" or "real women aren't a size 4" or whatever other idiotic claim people want to make to help themselves feel good about their own bodies. Guess what? I think you are beautiful. But guess what? I think I'm beautiful, too. And 100% "real"...whatever that even means. Do you see me saying "Losing weight is so easy and no one has an excuse to carry around an extra 10 pounds".  No. Because that is rude, and judgemental. I'm not questioning your authenticity as a woman based on ANY physical aspect. So how about you stop doing it to other people.

Duh.

Further - I'm annoyed by the shock my doctors have when I tell them I don't want to be on birth control. (Too much? Sorry, I'm not sorry. If everyone else can talk about it then I can too.)  Being able to have a baby is a gift from God. Who am I to reject it, or make it fit into my idea of perfect timing? Why should I be prescribed a drug because my body does what it was scientifically made to do? If birth control really is a "choice" why is everyone so shocked by my CHOICE to NOT use it?  

Duh.



But, the seesaw tips the other way as well. I accidently stumbled upon the most ignorant and insulting facebook page and it raised my heart rate considerably. It is safe to say I am annoyed by this, as well.  Classified as a comedian (must be a pretty broad term these days...) with content exclusive to the military theme, this page posted the most crude and insulting things I have ever read. I'm embarrassed it even exists - and disappointed that the first amendment affords these people the right to be idiots as publicly as they are.

It hurts my heart to know that not all men see women the way Captain America does. The page I read first made me annoyed, then infuriated, then just so completely grateful God gave me a man that is strong enough to respect me as a woman, in a traditional female role.

So often what I do is looked down on by society. I got married young, and had children young because I must have been "unaware" of the other (read: better) opportunities I could have had. It must have been a mistake. I stay home with the kids, but I could probably be using my abilities to "make a bigger difference" or "be more successful". ((((That's not my view at all, and I'm anxious to finish a post I've been working on about my view of motherhood. Stay tuned for that to be completed. ))))

But, when society gets me feeling blue about my "lack of" accomplishments, I'm thankful that my home tells me differently. I'm home for Captain America and I'm home for my children. They appreciate it, they tell me I'm beautiful, they know I'm real.

And, I think they are all pretty stoked I'm not on birth control.

So bam. Take that, out of control facebook posters.