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Blame It On Jamie Lee Curtis

Reblogging from this Brilliantly silver lady at Silver in the Barn!

Silver in the Barn

Why I would imagine that the color of my hair would hold an iota of interest to you, dear reader, cannot be explained other than to say I learned the hard way that it’s a subject that can ignite opinion, solicited or not.

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I was serving as parliamentarian for a civic organization a few years ago and during a meeting, one of the members, henna-tressed, suddenly blurted out “What are you doing to your hair?”

“Nothing, really. I’ve just decided to stop coloring it.”

Stunned silence. Or as the hipsters say, “Crickets.” Just like that I was able to stop the proceedings of our monthly meeting. What power.

The president of the group, a woman in her mid-70s with expensively highlighted blonde hair, then offered this little gem: “But Barbara! You’re much too young to go gray!”

Tell that to the melanin levels in my hair follicles, please.

And as I looked out at the women around…

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Taylor Swift Writes a Heartfelt Message to a Bullied Fan

Reblog from Kindness Blog

Kindness Blog

This young man, Caillou Pettis (below) is a big fan of the famous American singer-songwriter, Taylor Swift. Unfortunately, Caillou has been a victim of bullying on a daily basis and so he decided to write a message, to Taylor, describing his predicament.

Caillou Pettis

Taylor Swift is so amazing. I love everything she does, so much, and I am so glad that she cares about the fans. Fans are everything to Taylor. She cares about them. I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember. My name is Caillou Pettis, and I love you, your fans, etc. Your songs are so sweet, and they’ve got so much meaning in every lyric, and it really makes me smile to know that a celebrity with tens of millions of fans replies to fans. It’s incredible.

I get bullied everyday, and I try to #ShakeItOff. One of the biggest reasons why I…

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Bitches About Britches

thongMy mother practiced an excellent form of birth control for her daughters.  She only bought cheap cotton panties because “nobody is supposed to see your underwear anyway.” I don’t know how I would have behaved otherwise, but I wasn’t about to get frisky in those horrible britches.  Sometimes Mother was lucky enough to find some so cheap they didn’t have elastic in the legs, just the waist.  The fit wasn’t too bad in the morning, but by midmorning, these Continue reading