This new movement of make believing people shouldn’t judge each other is absurd. People judge everyone and everything in every moment. I see a guy yell at his girl? I judge he is a piece of shit. I see a scrubby looking man acting erratically in an ally? I judge that he may hurt me and steer clear. I see a woman talk shit about someone she claims is her friend? I judge she is a “mean girl”. If I attend church with someone with my tits spilling out, people will most likely judge that I am a skank. I won’t sit there shocked if they do. I went to church with my titties flopping out. What did I expect? Did I really think I would bend society with my meager feelings that my flopping titties should be accepted by Christ their Savior? If I did, then I am dumber than a model should be.
If you do not want to be judged, move out to the middle of nowhere…Alaska, Montana, Wyoming…and create a throne of judgement, like me. I sit in my mighty high seat above the lakes and rivers flowing through this peace of heaven and my judgement extends like the great eye of Sauron. No one can reach me with their puny and pathetic judgments because I don’t even have cell reception to receive these judgments. Yet, I bask in the glory of my Great Eye, as it pierces all veils set before me so that I may judge. We are becoming a society ran on the feelings of others..not facts, not logic…not common sense. It’s like, the entire country is on it’s period behaving erratically and expecting everyone to lockstep with it’s hormonal meltdown. Even in the deepest throes of PMS, I realize my emotions and meltdowns are illogical. I wish America could do the same.
No one likes being judged, but it is a part of LIFE. We grow some armor and man up. Slut shaming? Yeah, people judge both male and female sluts. I judge that I do not want to risk myself at the likelihood that you are festering with STDs. I spent a lifetime NOT exposing my vagina to multitudes of wieners so that I may bask in a clean bill of health. I very much enjoy a non oozing, non bump filled peaceful vagina and plan on doing so till I die. When it was revealed to me that I was with a lying and cheating slut…I informed them that they were dirty whores. I let them know their filth would not be tolerated anywhere near the glory of my vagina and I LEFT. I then informed everyone I knew that unless they wanted to be at great risk healthwise, that my exes were perhaps not the best choice if you wanted to keep a squeaky clean twat.
It’s as if the majority of us live in a fantasy world where our behaviors do not and should not have repercussions. That is not only unrealistic, it’s borderline mad.
I posed on the cover of Playboy twice, I was in Maxim, stuff, etc. I used to post sultry images. Many people think of me as skanky. Why? I presented myself that way. Just because I was not sleeping around did not mean I wasn’t advertising as if I were. My posted images had no other motive than to titillate others. Just because I am a spokes model for the flexbelt does NOT mean I have to advertise “glute sunday” with a picture of my ass. Evolution of the mind is cool. I learned I have more value than what a bunch of guys holding their penis in one hand and typing with the other on the internet believe. So, here I am, all grown up and changing my image. Sure, I have a lot of lingering judgement from others on my past, on my 1st marriage, on everything…but I don’t care. I sit here in my comfy pajamas…judging the ever living F out of everything because THAT is what we do. If you would like to escape the eyes of society and what they think…wait for it…
STOP POSTING ENDLESS IMAGES, THOUGHTS, FEELINGS, BRAGGING POSTS, ETC ON THE INTERNET!
Contrary to popular belief, if you set aside your insatiable need to have people on the internet validate your life activities…..THEY STOP JUDGING THEM! You won’t have to complain about what they say because you are no longer exposing your life in a way that allows people to judge it.
I have a car, you don’t know what kind. I have a new dress, you don’t know what it looks like, I have new boots, you don’t know what they cost, I am going on a trip, you don’t know where, when, how I am getting there and who I am seeing. If it wasn’t for running my business all on the internet, I have a strong feeling I’d fade to nothing but these occasional blog posts. Ever since the days of live journal, I thoroughly enjoy posting dumb little blogs.
Yet, you all still post your every thought, feeling, outfit and family issue…whilst banging your heads against the wall on why “insert name here” would have an opinion on the information you saw fit to providing them.
So, I shall sit here and JUDGE it…like a good little human does. While I do so, I will severely limit the things I share because I have absolutely no fucking desire to have people be exposed to the nitty gritty daily grind of my life to judge it.
This was fun to write. I hope you read it in the spirit of smiles and fun.
If you are going to sit in the comfort of your home judging all those who you see, do it in comfort!
You are seriously the best – please don’t stop sharing! I hope we are nearing the end of social media in its current form…
Everybody judges everyone. Even if we never say it out loud, we ALL do it. I remember getting in trouble at work once – I worked at a sexual health clinic and the people coming in those doors, acting like f-ing a new person (or 2) DAILY (I’m not kidding) and haivng STD after STD was normal drove me crazy. Finally had my limit when this 21 year old came in with his sister for Gonorrhoea treatment for the SIXTH time and I took him to one side to ask if he needed or wanted to have a chat about how to have safer sex etc and I got pulled into a meeting iwth my boss that I had come across as ‘judgemental’. DAMNN FREAKING RIGHT. I was called a prude because I’d never ‘had fun’, which was apparently code for ‘proudly never had an STD’ and was monogamous. And guess who had to make the phone calls to people’s sex partners that they’d tested positive for an STD? thats right, ME. I drew the line right there. Apparently people can’t be trusted to warn partners, even one-night stands, so us secretarys had to do it. F that! Ive never had to have that conversation for myself, I’m not having it for someone else too dumb to wear a condom
Life can be ‘S.O.S.A.D.’ (same old shit… another day). When we grow tired of being tired, when we finally become brave enough to look over our shoulder at the Beast giving chase, we realize the ‘Beast’ shares our face. It is so very much harder to recognize and deal with our own fault(s) than it is others, but a necessary thing if we are to become something more than what we have settled for in our lives.
I appreciate your humorous candor. My Daughter has much the same attitude…, okay, she is like ‘John Wayne’ toilet paper. ‘Rough, tough and don’t take shit off nobody’, though I see her beginning to mellow a bit in her ‘old age’…, she’s coming up on ‘thirty-five’.
One day we will all stand before God. Be true to yourself and strong in your Faith and all will be well. Enjoy your new-found life.
Luck in all your endeavors!
Standing up and applauding mentally! While sitting with cat on legs in reality. Yes, yes, and yes!
Adrianne, hey doll, I just watched the old Surreal Life series on Amazon, I really like your personality on that show and the “Top Model” and the whole Chris Knight relationship. I was really wanting that to last. I am so sorry for your hysterectomy , now, that is surreal. You’d be a great Mom if you wanted to be one. I’m an “Old Lady” nearly 53 and I just recently moved from Austin Tx. to Missoula Mt., so I am ready for some spring time weather. Don’t worry I am not a stalker but I did google Whitefish Mt. and it’s only a couple hours from Missoula. I haven’t used any Avon for a long time so, any free samples or a catalog would be nice, especially autographed or not. Just a little humor! Congratulations on your recent marriage. I’m still a fan, you are Amazing and your Dad’s hot too. Well, I’m at work now, the night auditor at Fairbridge Inn Missoula. I feel like I watched you grow up. Peace, love and good luck Miss Adrianne.
Yeah. You are my spirit animal. I’m Southern AF (from Alabama) and do not fit in anywhere, but especially not here. My mouth opens and that f-bomb slowly slurs out and shocks everyone around me. My refusal to adhere to Bible-thumping precepts has left me virtually in a closet here. Whatever. Just really wanted to say I love your bravery, your insistence on being real, and your preservation of yourself is inspiring in a world of fakery, fuckery and tomfoolery. Love the jams.