Category Archives: Life
Happy Halloween Month!

unnamed (2)Or, October, as it’s known to the non-heathens. This is just a site update. If you’re wondering where my main Facebook account went, it’s on hiatus, I’m taking a break from it. It’s not FB, it’s me. I’m sure we’ll work things out, but for now I want to see other social media outlets.

If you miss stalking me, or if I miss stalking you but I don’t realize it, you can possibly see me writing snarky comments on Daily Mail, Disqus; posting pointless photos now and then on Instagram (I’m still new there and haven’t found it to be very interesting, much like Pinterest ), I’m also on Ello and Google Plus, but those are about as active as my deactivated Facebook account. There is also e-mail (dawnmasuoka @ gmail.com).

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Trolls and ignorance on the Target FB page.

Okay, since the Target “scandal” broke because they were removing gender words from the toy and bedding sections, I’ve been obsessed reading the comments. The ignorance is blinding!

The people who are threatening to boycott don’t seem to understand that Target was one of the last stores to use gender labeling in the toy and bedding section. Rather than ‘Girls’ and ‘Boys’, it’ll just be ‘Toys’ or ‘Bedding’; just like Toys R Us, Wal-Mart, K-Mart, etc. It’s not a new concept. It’s NOT a big deal.

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Dear People Mad At Target…

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Recently it was announced that Target would take away gender labels for toys and bedding. First of all, I’ve read a lot of comments whining about the PC police, which of course just means, “Polite, considerate, and inclusive.” I understand that in your world, you want to be an asshole to everyone, and feel it’s your ‘God given right’ to be an asshole to everyone.

Rules of the asshole:

  • We love our guns and refuse to understand that no one wants to take away our precious guns; merely regulate.
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I was unknowingly an asshole as a child. I’m sorry.

I used to think of myself as over all, a shy and sweet little girl (for the most part). I loved little animals and helped others when I could. I was polite to my elders and I was often soft spoken (outside of the family walls). The times I spoke up were among my peers when I would correct them about their ‘faith’ and religious beliefs. I may have had issues in school, but I excelled in my belief system.

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Being an introvert in the modern age.

Back in the day there was a time where being an introvert (to others) seemed to be a real concern. There was the dreaded phone call, being freaked out if someone knocked on your door with an unexpected visit, or the horrible impromptu conversation out in public when you were running errands.

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Ungrateful Little Fur Faces…

Why won’t he love me??

When spring hits the area and the little feathery and furry critters come back, I like to bulk up on the bird seed and peanuts. It’s my way of playing Snow White. I imagine that one of these days they’ll flock around me and speak to me in a language that I’ll understand. For the generous amounts of food I’ve provided for them, they’ll offer to do my housework with me, tidy up my hair, and shower me with love and affection. That’s not out of the realms of possibility, is it?

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