Radiogurl a la Carte

Wednesday, Oct. 19, 2005

Yesterday was quite possibly one of the most bizarre days I've experienced to date. I mean, seriously. More even than usual. Yeah, this is me saying that, the woman who is certain she is living several variations on the Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times."

I already mentioned the flying trip to pick up a new phone (got it) and the hairdresser who called to flirt with me. That's just a part of my wonderful day. Not sure if I should laugh or be very afraid.

I am discovering a whole new aspect to being a female manager and to how the male population views the fact of what I do for a living. The assumption is that I'm a very domineering, powerful woman. I can be if I have to be, but that's not who I am at all.

Now, lest you think that the aforementioned perspective means that I'm being avoided or slammed, the answer is not even close. Rather, the men who seek me out are very different personalities than I've encountered before. Some are flat-out looking for a Domme and equate "manager" to that prediliction. Some I don't even know how to describe, and keep telling myself, "No, you didn't really just see/hear/read that. You really, really didn't." Some are (more predictably) looking for a sugar mama. (If they knew how little money I make, they'd definitely be looking elsewhere.)

Geez... People's perceptions are so screwy. You assume a janitor is somehow less intelligent than the mayor of a town. I know, I'm guilty of doing the same thing, even though intellectually I know it's BS. You assume that someone in a position of power is immune to emotional attacks, something that's just as obviously untrue. It's not even a conscious determination. We do it automatically. I mean, think about it: do you respond to your boss as a person or as an authority figure? How do you treat the average waiter/waitress? The maid at a motel?

And the worst part of it is that the current social mentality reinforces the problems. It dehumanizes us. It's an expectation.

My cell phone has been replaced and is operating. I am too broke for words, but have a functioning phone. They were even able to retrieve my stored phone numbers, a fact for which I am immensely grateful. I was NOT liking the idea of re-entering everybody's phone number. My sis alone is three or four numbers now, with work, home, cell, etc.

Guess I'd better get back to work. My syndicated program's recorded and edited to the on-air machine, leaving the production equipment open for me to do other things. Joy and warm fuzzies all around for now. Cracking the whip comes later.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )