Women today are more likely told to put themselves first, than to put themselves last. But personally, I think some more of the latter is good advice, too.

Allow me to explain. The female mind already leans toward solipsism, which while part of the way things were designed to work, it can be too much if not balanced with an awareness of others.

Consider women in your life who are living the “Put yourself first” motto to the extreme, not good, right? Such women are often a neurotic, self-absorbed, hot mess who thinks only of herself. Such women are also often very unhappy and constantly seeking more of “something.”

Now granted, there are other women who lean the opposite, who really do need to stop being a doormat, being so selfless they are a passive aggressive, resentful, wreck. This post is not for them.

Obviously the middle is the sweet spot. But in today’s “you go grrrul” world (possibly in overreaction to the former doormat model promoted in generations past) it seems to me most women now reside in the “me, me, me!” camp. Why? Because society encourages it.

But rather than that path leading to balance, harmony, and happiness, women today seem less “centered” than ever.

So, sister, take the “you first” advice with a grain of salt. As they say, everything in moderation. Perhaps the sweet spot is somewhere in the middle, finding fulfillment and happiness serving others and also carving out some time for yourself. Rotate between putting yourself and others first, as the situation calls for.

Because too much of anything is just too much!

Let those who have ears hear.

What do you think? Please share in the comments!

There is an epidemic sweeping the land — special snowflake syndrome.

If the term special snowflake is a new one to you, just know it’s not a compliment. People with special snowflake syndrome have a cluster of personality and character flaws, including but not limited to:

• Thinking the world revolves around them
• Believing only their worldview or opinion to be correct
• Demanding tolerance while being intolerant
• Responding like a toddler when they don’t get their way
• Taking everything as a personal offense
• Reporting or tattling on anyone they can’t control or who dares believe differently
• Expecting others to solve their issues
• Believing their rights matter more than the rights of others
• Believing others must conform to their worldview
• Being easily offended
• Having a fragile self image, threatened by anyone or anything different
• Being often physically unattractive or socially odd
• Having a low level of physical fitness, soft, weak
• Seeing  almost everything as an injustice, threat, or aggression
• Being angry and passive aggressive
• Accusing others of various “ism”
• Being victim based

I could continue, but hopefully you get the point.

Sadly, these people seem to be everywhere lately. Those with special snowflake syndrome tend to surround themselves with others who are the same, creating an echo chamber effect, special snowball syndrome.

People like this are not simply incredibly annoying, they are a threat to individual freedom and self determination. It is, ironically, people with this mindset that commit atrocities such as the Dark Ages or the Salem Witch Trials.

The best remedy for special snowflake syndrome is mockery and shame. They will howl, there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth, but it’s for their own good. Friends don’t let friends turn into sad sucks.

Luckily the reign of the special snowflake seems to be coming to an end. Why on earth would any sane society let people like them control the social, educational, or political realm? No. For all our sakes, and their own, we must say no.

Let those who have ears hear.

What do you think? Please share in the comments.

Blue pill thinking has not only destroyed the dynamic between men and women in relationships, this thinking is destroying our very civilization, itself.

Everything once held as good, true, just, and right has been flipped on its head. It can be seen clearly in the comments posted in response to the president’s recent tweet found here. Please take a moment to scroll through a few so the rest of this makes sense.

Do you see the lack of civility? The utter disrespect for authority? The contempt for leadership?

Of course there are also the posts that represent the ideals our nation were founded upon. Love of God, country, and one’s fellow citizen.

This is truly troubling to me, and I only see conflict ahead. Conflict not caused by those who support our nation, but by those who do not. This type of thinking is not progress, it is not progressive, it is shameful, and hateful, and dark.

I have never been in combat, nor am I a violent person on any level, but I have heard from those who have been in battle that it is the coward one must fear most, the coward on their own side. It is the coward traitor who will turn on his own to save himself.

That is why in history, such subversives are treated as they were, and why their weak thinking is a threat to all around them.

Let those who have ears hear.

What do you think? Please share in the comments.

p.s. I am by no means saying anyone who doesn’t agree 100% with the current president are what I describe above, I am specifically talking about those w the hateful and small mentality of those in the reply to the tweet, to clarify.

I hate to break the news, but based on observations of my friends in their mid to late 70s, one is never so old that “game” is unnecessary.

Let me explain… I discussed this couple a few weeks back here. Let’s call them Dick and Jane, after the popular learn to read books of their era.

Well Dick is getting back surgery, and for the past few weeks he’s subtly been testing Jane to see if he can count on her.

Dick usually drives when they go out on dates, and Jane can at times get pretty tipsy. Dick is usually really good about patiently steadying her and getting her to the car and home safely.

A few weeks ago Dick told Jane she needed to dial it back a bit, not get so tipsy. Well typical of a woman today, her response was, “You can’t tell me what to do!”

Rather than listen, Jane started acting like a bratty rebellious teenager. Dick warned her once, then started abruptly getting up, informing her it was time to go, and unceremoniously dropping her off at home to think about it. Last weekend he showed up, no Jane. She hadn’t listened, and so rather than invite her along, he left her to cool her heels.

On Sunday Dick shows up, but no Jane. So of course I ask, and he says they had gone to the Lodge the night before. When he told Jane it was time to go, she told him to go ahead, she’d find her own ride home! And so he did.

As he was telling the tale, his phone rang. Jane. He didn’t pick up.

For days he did the same. No answer.

So I ask him about his upcoming surgery in two days, and if he had a ride. When he said no, he’d drive himself, I said, “Poppycock, that’s nonsense. I will drive you. And I want you to stay at my house a day or two after, as well. So I don’t worry.”

“M’kay,” he said with a little grin.

So the girls and I made up a cozy single bed in the living room, near the bathroom, no need to climb stairs, complete with ultra soft pillows and nice fluffy blankets. I added a cart with rollers so he can easily get to things, and the girls added finishing touches with a lamp, clock, and plant. I resisted adding a teddy bear, thinking that was probably too much.

Last night I send Jane a text. “How are you? What’s up with you and Dick?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “I hear you are taking him to the hospital in the morning.”

“Yes,” I replied. “Let’s talk in the morning.”

She called this morning first thing. And guess who got up at the crack of dawn and drove to Dick’s? Yep. Jane. She was calling from his place.

“Do you want us to pick you up,” she asked?

“Sure,” I said. And so we all rode together, and all seems well. I am unsure if Dick will be recovering at my place but if so, we’re ready!

Jane is with him now, as he changes into his hospital gown and they prep him for surgery.  I pray his room will be filled with angels and that all goes smoothly and the surgery brings him relief from the constant pain. (Please feel free to pray for him, too!)

I guess awalt, no matter how old they get. And that dread works at any age, too!

I plan to have a talk with Jane when I get a chance, to explain the test and how she failed it, and hopefully she’ll do different next time!