To the family responsible for the construction on my teeny tiny street, that’s ruining the charm of the neighborhood with the fortress they appear to be building (disguised as a home), and worse – trucks and tractors blocking traffic, and leaving debris and nails – I say: bite me.
To those brilliant politicos who decided my son’s school needed renovation, so that it, too, requires skimming the side of a construction site daily, I say: bite me.
To whichever hard hatted gurus are responsible for what I believe to be a nail in my front left radial and the subsequent flat tire which screwed up last evening (and will continue to plague my morning and afternoon, not to mention, cost me a pretty penny), I say: bite me.
To the health insurance robber barons to whom I pay a small fortune each month, for crappy coverage and ridiculous deductibles, who are raising my premium yet one more time (now higher than my mortgage), I say: bite me.
To those who dismiss what I have to contribute as the irrelevant commentary of a middle-aged woman, bite me. Let me repeat, for impact: bite me.
To the members of the legal profession who participate in the Divorce Industry, who long ago erased me and millions like me once the money and credit ran out (yes, I know there are exceptions), I say: bite me. You are a special class of Irritation Extraordinaire, so you, too, deserve a second chorus: bite me.
To the men whom I dated six or seven years ago (make that “coffee dated”), who were online with (then) three and four-year old pictures, who are still online with the same photos (yes, I can see you, and you can’t see me), I say: bite me.
To the men who are ten years my senior who refuse to date me much less anyone even remotely their own age, I say, very sweetly: bite me. Actually, make that don’t bite me.
To those who think they know it all, whatever “it” may be, I say walk in my shoes, walk in your neighbor’s shoes, try on another life for a time. The fact is, until you’ve lived it or truly have the capacity for stepping inside another’s head and experience, you haven’t a clue. So respectfully, bite me.
To the media that aids and abets the impression that women resemble the air-brushed tits-on-a-stick figures that appear on screen and in print, to the imagery that homogenizes models of beauty for our men, for our women, for our sons, for our daughters, I say bite me – and yes, I have natural curves in which to sink your teeth. To the men who expect a woman to look anything like this illustration, I say again: bite me.
In general, to those who judge a book by its cover – the metaphorical book – you may be missing out on a fantastic person who will enrich your life immeasurably. You know who you are. And you know who I mean: the woman tapping her foot in line next to you at Starbucks who is worried about her kids and her job and her health and not worried about the crinkles around her eyes or the wrinkles in her shirt; the man who looks a little worn, a little weary, with his paunch, his thinning hair, and who nonetheless possesses a brilliant wit and a giving heart.
To those who will make their way past my rough week (and my rough morning), to those who will stop and help a stranger, to those who will buck the odds and live life bravely and in earnest, with humor and humility – I say bravo.
To the individuals who know in their gut their human worth, their extraordinary beauty even as the skin softens and the hair grays and the belly won’t tighten up no matter how many crunches you undertake, and in the fictionalized film of the self you can’t quite pretend any longer; to the tender-hearted and hard-working hacks who still believe staunchly, stubbornly, honorably, unwaveringly that somehow, somewhere, good people exist and kindness is alive and well; to those who know that a single instant of genuine connection contains enough spark to ignite a flicker, then a small blue flame, then an unanticipated draft of air to fan it into fire, a fire to burn brightly, steadily, savagely enough to warm spirits caught in conversation, to encourage an encounter, a fever, a sunburst, a solar storm, a wild ride of passion or nothing more than an anonymous nod and a smile which may mean everything on a bad day of exhausting errands (and flat tires), I say again: bravo.
Maybe there’s hope for us yet.
Pamela Anderson, Google images
Barbara O says
Have I told you yet today that I LOVE YOU and I love your blog!! Thank you. I feel SO much better after reading this. You, my dear, yes YOU, have improved my day immensely.
BigLittleWolf says
Oh Barbara – thank you! You just made my day. (Clearly, some good words today were much needed – maybe all round!?!)
And in case you are wondering why the delay in moderating comments, I was off dealing with my tire situation. And it turns out, chivalry is not dead. But that’s a tale for tomorrow. 😉
LisaF says
Bravo to you for stating the obvious. Let me repeat, for impact: BRAVO!
BigLittleWolf says
🙂 Thank you, Lisa. It should be obvious, shouldn’t it? And all too often, not so much…
Kirsten says
I’ve been reading your site for a while now, and decided to come out of my lurking closet today to tell you, “Brava!” and thank you.
BigLittleWolf says
Kirsten – thank you! It’s a strange thing to write every day and know a few of the people who read you – because they comment – but not to have any idea who else is reading or what they may be thinking. So this is lovely. I hope you stop by and comment often, and welcome.
Jack says
I warn you, I don’t bite…I chew. 😉
BigLittleWolf says
Love it, Jack!
Gandalfe says
Can I bite you… oh yeah, you said no. I’ll go nibble on Suzy. :O)
BigLittleWolf says
Just enjoy a little wife nibblage this weekend. 😉
Kelly says
Get ’em girl! It must feel good to get all that off your chest.
Cathy says
Well said BLW! And, I know those construction people you speak of. Two nails, two flats, two different cars – all in two days!
Eva @ Eva Evolving says
Bite me, indeed! Thank you for saying all of this, Wolf! Society with unrealistic views of women can bite me, men who will only go for a trophy wife can bite me, flat tires can bite me. Right now it’s pothole season in Minnesota, and the city that fails to do anything about it can bite me. One wrong move and I’ll be looking at flat tire, whacked alignment, and some undercarriage damage. Yikes.
But to, Wolf, bravo. Kudos for saying this, what’s on many of our minds!
BigLittleWolf says
Thanks Eva, Cathy, and Kelly. (TGIF.)
Andrea @ Shameless Agitator says
Thank you for an inspirational post!
BigLittleWolf says
Smiling, Andrea. Always happy if a little morning ranting proves pleasurable…
batticus says
Bravissima! J’aime l’article.
BigLittleWolf says
Merci, batticus ! Génial !
Contemporary Troubadour says
I’m raising one of those beribboned presentation bouquets from below the stage to you. That’s where I’m picturing you giving this speech. Silly? Stupendous? Please take my imaginings as they’re meant. Hope you can feel the standing ovation.
Privilege of Parenting says
You roar your terrible, truth telling, roar, Wolf—and we’ll eat you up we love you so.
BigLittleWolf says
I realize it’s role reversal to bite the wolf that feeds you. . . but why not? 😉
Wolf Pascoe says
I would like to add: To too-big-to-fail Morgan/Chase bank which ran the commercial twice at the Oscars about how it was helping people to keep their homes, you can bite both wolves.
Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri says
This is awesome BLW. You nailed it with every bite me.
Belinda says
I so enjoy seeing this defiant side of you, BLW. You’re unstoppable.
Robert says
Somehow I missed this material until you referred to it in today’s blog. Perhaps I wasn’t reading you yet.
I loved the heartfelt, authentic Bite Me’s, but even more so the Bravos. Thank you for an incredible, beautiful post.
BigLittleWolf says
Thank you, Robert. Glad you enjoyed it. I find myself extremely irritated to find that I’m living near a construction site once again, just as the other was finally winding down. But yes, thankfully, there are still many brave souls who recognize the essentials – and value them.
teamgloria says
NICE!!
Let it out lady.
Good for you.
We’re here.
Thankfully we are not all crazy on the same day.
Felt good to hear it #biteMe
Atta girl.
Smiling and waving from inside layers of cashmere in Manhattan.
🙂 tg xx
BigLittleWolf says
tg, May I quote you?
“Thankfully we are not all crazy on the same day.”
(Grinning)
cindy hattersley says
Smiling from ear to ear here….