What does Bae Mean?

We all reach that age when we question what the hell teenagers are talking about. We become disconnected from adolescents and we discover a rift between what is means to not be “hip” and what it means to not understand. When I came across the word “bae” in my news feed written by my teenage cousin. My first thought was this:

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The word bae is a mystery to a lot of us older folk. Even though I am only 21. So I turned to what all of us do when we have questions. Google. The first definition I came across was the Danish translation. Bae in Danish translates to “poop” in English. So, it goes without saying I was confused because my cousin used Bae as a caption to a picture of a sexy black man. I had no idea about my cousin’s racism.

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God, this hurts to look at.

I eventually dug deeper. Bae means “Before Anything Else”. Which makes more sense, except it doesn’t. There are several reasons it doesn’t make sense.
The first reason for this confusion is normal acronyms have some way to show they are acronyms. Such as upper case lettering or periods between the letters. I know with text talk properly using grammar is almost unnecessary but in this case I suggest it.
Some more playful reasons would be, poop is definitely not before anything else. If you are like me in the morning, coffee equals bae. Than comes poop. I can’t even imagine poop before having my coffee.

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As an American, I think the Danish should change bae to coffee. This would make significantly more sense and would solve multiple translation issues.

Or perhaps Google can have a teenage translator.
Or, teenagers can just stop.

 

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With everything, or nah?

A random memory.

I remember this old dog house my dad took from a property that was going to be leveled for a suburban Street.
I remember the late summer afternoons walking through the yard. I would stop by that old dog house. Unused and slowly becoming engulfed in tall grass. I found a butterfly cocoon.
I swear, memories I remember before fall asleep…

Omar’s Success Story

About 7 months ago I was lucky enough to find baby Omar. A three week old kitten with a severe upper respiratory infection. He was on the brink of death and not eating. I spent the first night with him calling every vet I could in the Cincinnati area, attempting to find any help I could get to save his life.

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My first night with Omar

By morning I finally took my search to the road with Omar asleep on my chest. Thinking that maybe if a Vet could just see how bad his condition was he would find some way to let me pay in monthly increments. I finally found Noah’s Ark animal clinic, where they got me in contact with a cat rescue who would take him off my hands.

He needed hydration and severe antibiotics. His eyes were so swollen that he couldn’t open them and they were crusted shut. After meeting a woman from the rescue she assured me he would be in good care and that she will call me with updates. I left thinking his hard journey was over and he could finally find his fur-ever home.

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Little Omar Sleeping at the Vet

But I got a phone call two hour later. The rescue told me Omar had FIV (Feline Immunodeficiency Virus) and she could not take him because he could possibly infect the other cats she has rescued. She asked me to take him back after his treatment if I did not, than the most likely outcome would for them to put him down.

So that night I picked him back up. I had to give him anti-bionics every 4 hours, eye drops every 11 hours, and feed him every 3 with a mixture of cat milk and a high protein soft food.

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The little bed I made him that he wouldn’t sleep in.

For the next 3 weeks I raised him from near death. Never before have I loved such a pain in my ass. He had to sleep next to my head every night, cried when I left the room or when he couldn’t hear me.

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I used a unity scarf to carry him around so I could have free hands.

Finally after about 4 weeks he opened his eyes for the first time and the swelling when down on his eyes. He was playing like a kitten and eating without me forcing him.

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Sexy

Soon he had enough energy to start getting into trouble. Jumping on the counter, messing with the dog, and attacking feet. My mom finally told me I wasn’t allowed to find him another family because he was part of our family.

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Omarian Oliver Taylor

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And today he is 7 months old. My big boy. I am one proud cat mama.

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Omar thinks he is people. (5m)

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My 7 month old baby.

Thanks for celebrating Omar’s Success Story with me!

Insecurities of a 13 year old girl.

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This is me now. Almost 22 years old. I’m not perfect, especially not skinny, but I think I am beautiful in the most humble way possible. It took almost ten years for me to find myself. Today, while at work, I did some thinking and came across a memory I had put away with the intent of never discovering it again. The first time I realized I was overweight and how people treated me because of it.
I was 13 and I was in a middle school gym class. I was sitting down during a free day close to a bunch of preppy teenage girls. They were all laughing having fun. I was sitting alone. I remember one of the girl wrapped her hands around her thigh and stated, “Look! I can touch my fingers around my thigh.”
The other girls did the same thing, rejoicing in their thinness, and laughing. I wanted to try but I was too embarrassed knowing I couldn’t.
I felt gross and uncomfortable in my own skin, and thus started the chain of insecurities I had struggling with.
It was a long road, but I’m stronger because of it.
This is just a small post to celebrate beauty in every form, and to let everyone one know you aren’t alone. You aren’t the only person hiding their hate for themselves. It is possible to love yourself despite your faults and there are people who support you in that journey!

Checkmate Feminist: One

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I like discussing difficult subjects. Mostly because I have a strong interest in the thoughts of others that are different than my own. I believe that if I am going to talk about my own ideologies than it only seems fair to listen to the other side.

I just wish I heard something more than the same old arguments against feminism and it seem that feminism has grown in controversy on the internet. You have been heard internet people, I understand that you believe that feminism is all about hardcore lesbianism and man hating agendas.

I would like to address one of these arguments now.

First, fema-nazis. Okay, I get that females that get defensive about you holding open a door for them is annoying. I would be annoyed too. But comparing an entire ideology to the same people who committed the crime of mass genocide in death camps is not necessarily the best way to combat extremism. There is extremism in almost every belief.  Can we have an honest conversation for a second? What does an extreme feminist do that compares to a nazi? I would honestly like to know because if there is a death camp somewhere torturing men in the name of feminism, I swear I will never call myself a feminist again. Isn’t fema-nazi just a little dramatic?

There is all this talk about feminism stemming for the idea that they are victims of a patriarchal society. Could it possibly be people who complain about feminism act like victims of feminism. Since when has victim-ism ever become a reason to not change. Think about the founding father thinking, “Hey, we are just being weak little victims, we should just give ourselves back to Britain.” That is not how societal changes work. So calling a feminist an over-reacting victim of a patriarchal society isn’t doing much for Anti-feminism. An Anti-feminist should probably also not point fingers because ironically, calling a feminist an overly emotional fema-nazi isn’t making their own stance on feminist any more level headed.

Have you found the one?

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Probably not. As of 2013 there are 7 billion people living on earth and the chance that there is a person out there that is your soul mate is pretty slim because the reality is, no relationship is perfect. In fact, I am exhausted by all these Facebook ads that link you to articles listing the “31 traits of a perfect couple” or “10 reasons they are the one for you”. It’s all a bunch of bullshit!

Honestly, by clicking the link you get two things from the article:

First, raped by a shit ton of ads. I mean, seriously?  You can hardly see the background of the webpage because there are so many ads. It’s disgusting.

Second, by time people click their way through the article, they have found ways to fit their relationship into every reason the article listed. No matter the reason, they have somehow managed to cut their relationship into the perfect size to fit into a list of attributes for the perfect relationship. Why? Because no one clicks on the link thinking, “I’m going to find faults in my relationship.” They do it to re-enforce the idea that they belong together! Cue the Titanic theme song, because that’s what they want their relationship to be, a disillusioned idea that whether or not they really have a relationship, that they belong together.

It’s not romantic if you think about it, especially not realistic. I find that in my own relationship, being with someone who chooses to be with me despite my many faults is far more romantic. Compared to being with someone who is with me simply because they like the idea of our relationship.

Here is some real relationship advice, communicate. If you don’t like something your partner is doing tell them. Talk it over. Even if it is small. Then give it time, if they agreed to change their actions then, great! Stay with them. If not, they made a choice not to change, so you need to make the choice if their actions are something you can move past. If you can’t move past it, you probably don’t need to be in that relationship because all you are going to do is drag out the enviable end of the relationship.