After encountering some sexism on Twitter yesterday, I made up two new words and posted them.
Several people appreciated those new words but one person got enranged (a new word that combines “enraged” and “deranged”) and accused me of bigotry.
I don’t have time to use many new words or old words in my blog post this morning because I’m taking an early ferry to get to the hospital on time. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I hope these new images suffice.
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Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “new words”:
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I have much thankitude for everyone who visits this blog, including YOU!
When I asked this weird question on a weird social media site last night, somebody asked me to define “weird.”
Weird is in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it? When I was a weird child with a weird heart condition, I thought weird was a bad thing. Now I think weird is wonderful.
Here’s a definition of “weird” from Merriam-Webster:
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The word “weird” is weird because the usual rule is “I after E except after C.” I don’t see any “C” in weird.
Kenspeckle is a word that appeared in yesterday’s blog. I assume that “Kenspeckle” is NOT kenspeckle to most people, so here’s the definition again:
In my coaching session on Wednesday, Jeff Leisawitz and I spoke about my ambivalence about being kenspeckle, which originates from my experience as a child expressing my talents and then ending up in the hospital for much of the time. Even though that’s magical thinking (a little girl’s musical and creative talents do not cause her to undergo painful surgeries and other traumatic experiences; her congenital heart condition does that), I’m still afraid of being kenspeckle.
My most recent unpleasant experience of being kenspeckle was a year ago when I shared my song “Everybody’s Somebody’s Asshole” with enthusiastic strangers on a trip in Georgia, and ended up the next day in a hospital with a T.I.A.
My fears of being kenspeckle are also related to growing up in an Orthodox Jewish family, where people were afraid of attracting the “evil eye” if they were too conspicuous and easily recognizable.
I am working on letting go of my fear of being kenspeckle. In the meantime, is there anything kenspeckle in my images for today?
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Let’s get gnarly and be kenspeckle all day!
Here I am trying to be kenspeckle in Edinburgh several years ago.
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Thanks to all who help me have the courage to be kenspeckle, including YOU!
Yesterday, in my first “show biz” coaching session with the Not F-ing Around Jeff Leisawitz, Jeff gave me some homework, which he prefers to call “invitations.”
One of Jeff’s invitations was for me to write (or otherwise express myself) about my very hilarious and performing-loving late father Aaron (known as Arkie), my wonderful ex-stand-up comedian son Aaron (known as Aaron), and me (known as however people know me). Jeff’s invitation included the suggestion that this writing might be in the form of a dialogue.
Taking Jeff’s invitation, I started writing something early this morning, including this:
I really appreciate Jeff’s invitations and now here’s an invitation from me: please peruse my other images for today.
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I see interesting invitations from the Daily Bitch and the universe today.
Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “invitations.”
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I shall now give invitations for people to comment on this blog, below.
Thanks to all who help me offer and accept helpful invitations every day, including YOU!
In mindfulness exercises, I invite members of my Coping and Healing groups to appreciate the value of a moment.
I value the moment when I saw this yesterday in the hospital gift shop:
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I especially value that today because Twitter — where I’ve spent many wonderful moments connecting with thousands of terrific people — is becoming a memory.
Can you see the value of a moment in my other images for today?
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I’m case you haven’t noticed, I DO Give A F about the value of a moment.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “the value of a moment.”
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Thanks to all who help me appreciate the value of a moment, including YOU.
By the way, I loved all the details in the Barbie movie and here’s what I find when I search for “details, details Barbie”:
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Thanks to all who helped me create this “details, details” post, including YOU!
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* Here’s another detail: while I was writing this, I got a message that Elon Musk had changed the name of Twitter to “X.” Here’s what I posted about that detail:
For whatever reason, I’ve been thinking a lot about snubs lately, especially the reported snubs of a very successful actor.
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An article I read last week lamenting the surprising snubs by the Emmy awards of Harrison Ford for his role as an elderly therapist in Shrinking led me to watch that series, and now I can’t stop thinking about the snubs. That’s how good he was in it. Also, I’m surprised about the snubs he’s getting from the world as people are staying away in droves from the latest and last Indiana Jones movie, which I really enjoyed.
I wonder whether these snubs are related to the fact that Harrison Ford is 80 years old, because older people experience so many snubs.
I’ve been so concerned about Harrison Ford’s feelings about these snubs that I have to keep reminding myself that he is most likely not thinking about them at all.
In the meantime, I dreamed last night that I got snubs from many people when I performed my original songs for them. Somebody I know said, “These songs are NOT good” as she walked out in disgust. I tried to get the rest of the audience to stay, but the responses were all snubs.
The reality is that we learn to survive snubs, including internalized biases like ageism, sexism, racism, Anti-Semitism, and homophobia. And the more we put ourselves out there, the more snubs we’ll encounter.
And I’m pretty sure that Harrison Ford is okay.
Do you see snubs in any of my images for today?
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Today’s Daily Bitch is all about snubs and here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “snubs.”
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Thanks to all who help me deal with snubs, including YOU.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 
