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I Hate People and Why

I was at the NMSU-Hawaii football game today and I sat in the student section. Usually I don't sit in the student section because I do not like frats. The whole scene annoys me. You know, drunken idiots who know nothing about football and don't know how to act at a game (you don't yell the whole time, for example, when our offense has a third down), people whose uniform of too-small-for-an-infant shirts, torn jeans and shaggy or spiky hair make them look like as stupid as they sound. And, on top of me not liking them already, they boo the Pride. Their own school marching band. It wasn't everyone, but it was enough people for me to notice (I would estimate fourty-seven people) There are numerous reasons this pissed me off. First, my brother is in the band and I don't want people to boo him. Second, they are pretty good (I mean, I could see booing a band that sucks). Third, it's your own damn school you stupid jackasses. I should have told them to shut their damn…

This was actually printed in Housekeeping Monthly May 13, 1955.

The good wife's guide
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.

Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.

Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.

Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives.
Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc and then run a dustcloth over the tables.

Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Yo…

Too Much Thinking for One Day

I was supposed to be doing some homework for a sociology class last week when I asked my brother what he thought about some question. We ended up arguing for what seemed a couple of hours about the way people define the world. Pretty heavy stuff, right?

The arguements consisted of the wrong idea (my brother's) and the right one (mine). He said everyone is different and I said everyone is the same. What he disagreed on was the importance of the scope of our evaluations. While, of course, no two people are genetically the same, I fought for the position that because we can all make decisions, we can all come to the same conclusions about the humanity. Okay. That is to say people try to survive. It's just something we all do, naturally. Therefore, since everyone wants to survive, we should all be making decisions that work towards that end.

(Don't ask me how we got into this) Quite simply, the whole peace movement/ idea of the sixties is possible because we all want to survive.…

I Need to Be the Leader

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So the flag football team I'm on was destroyed again today. Real great. The other team laughed us off the field. I'm not kidding. They were laughing on the sideline. I hate that. My whole life I've tried not to be laughed at and it's done more bad than good I figure. So, I've decided to take an active role as the leader and yell at people. I can't take being laughed at again. I'm not very good at sports generally, but I can make people do what I want them to. I take power very well because (I think) I don't abuse it. I would be a good dictator. That's right. I try to please everyone, so even if I had all the power in the world I think I would be a good dictator. Not very many people have seen me take charge of things, but I will starting tomorrow. People should take charge of their life. Unless it butts heads with me. Then let me win. Let's see. What else.

At work everything is cool. The people are real nice and seem to like m…