Hey there ladies and gents,
It's been awhile since we last updated, but like you-- we check back everyday to see if there is anything new! And what do you know, there is! Alright, so being a performance group we are always putting on the show. We are always talking about ourselves. And you know what, YOU LISTEN. Hooray!
Well now The F-Word Ladies are giving up the stage (kind-of) and we are asking, pledging and mayhaps DEMANDING that you, an F-Word supporter, share a CONFESSION with us for our next show taking place sometime in Mid-November. This show seriously cannot happen unless we get your CONFESSIONS.
Your confession can be ANYTHING. It can even be a lie-- we wouldn't know. Just in case you're still confused fellow F-Word lady Sonja Mata still sucks her thumb and she is 20 years old. Whoops! Or you can confess that you still pee in the shower or sing WAY off key while driving down Court Street. You can even confess that you have a crush on someone-- they might even be in the audience. (An F-Word show makes for a great date night! It's free!) You can confess past things, new things, any things, things you made up, things you think you made up, and things you think you didn't make up, but actually might still be made up.
And how do you submit these CONFESSIONS? Well, that's a tricky thing. The thing is YOU get to decide on whether or not you want to include anything else with your confession. Your name, age, grade level. Maybe you want to call yourself "ED," or "Lonely Boy," or even "A hopeful person." We don't know! It can be any combination of things! Or just to take pressure off, you can even be ANONYMOUS!!!!!! SO WHAT'S THE HARM?! Submit your CONFESSION.
You can submit your confessions a number of ways. We are only going to a list a few, because we want you to be more creative than us.
1. E-mail us your confession! (An e-mail address won't tell us who you are and we won't reply back!) So e-mail us at thefwordladies@gmail.com.
2. Post your confession on Facebook! (Lame and not really a confession anymore, but at least you're putting it out there for us to see!) Post that confession on The F-Word Facebook Group. You can find that by clicking this.
3. If you are looking at the Facebook group there is this neat thing on the left hand sidebar and it shows the ADMINS for The F-Word Ladies. If you're feeling brave message one us and tell us your CONFESSION. Again-- even if we know you, we won't share your confession. And we won't reply back.
4.Tweet us your confession! Check out twitter here and figure out how to let us know. Here is our twitter account.
5. Oh hey! You can even click "comment" on this here blog and leave us a CONFESSION! Remember-- ALL COMMENTS are screened before being publish. We will not publish your COMMENT/CONFESSION unless you give us permission.
6. Write your confession in the Ellis Hall bathroom. Just make sure to make a little arrow saying something like "For F-Word." Just so we don't go in there and pick random ones to make it look like people submitted us actual confessions.
7. In Kanter Hall on the 3rd floor there are mailboxes! Find Sonja Mata or Arielle Rogers or Jessica Link and place your secret in their mailbox. It won't get read by another party. Trust us, because we love our audience. Just make sure we can read your handwriting!
8. Be a creep and stalk us on campus. (If you know who The F-Word Ladies are) and whisper your sweet confession in our ear and then RUN AWAY!!!!
9. While you click "attending" for our upcoming show you can also post a confession on the Facebook event located here.
10. THINK OF YOUR DAMN WAY! :)
So there you go. We gave your TEN neat ways to submit your confessions. So please do and we will forever be thankful. Stay pretty ladies and gents.
-The F-Word Ladies
9.28.2010
8.12.2010
Convenience Whores
For those of you who may not have heard about the recent controversy involving Target's contributions to Tom Emmer's political campaign, please read this.
If you are familiar, please read on.
As a strong supporter of human rights, boycotting Target seemed like the least I could do in this situation. Sure, it was always fun getting Hello Kitty stickers for a dollar and the popcorn they sell in the snack shop is unbelievably salty and delicious, but my values will beat out a cat without a mouth and high sodium levels any day. After reading up on the situation, I called every member of my family to explain to them the implications of their shopping at this store. You may or may not know this, but my mother is a huge shopper. If the Target corporation were to suffer from losing any customer, she's probably the one. Even though I told my dad (although Best Buy applies more to him) and my sisters, it was the most important to get the message through to my mom. When I spoke to her, she seemed genuinely interested in staying away. Was I naive to believe that it would last?
Of course.
Fast forward a few weeks to today, when she called me from Walmart to ask if there was anything I wanted. I asked for a toaster oven, because I've got a soft spot for them. She called me a few minutes later, and tells me that she's having trouble finding a decent one. Now, as much as I happen to like them, toaster ovens aren't exactly an urgent matter so I assured her it wasn't of the greatest importance that I have one today. Still, about an hour later, she walked through the door exclaiming, "I got you a toaster oven!"
Anyone else would thank their mother and move on, but I couldn't help feeling as though I'd been wronged. The following scene went something like this:
Corinne: "Where did you buy it?"
Mom: "From the store."
C: "What store?"
M: "Walmart. I went to the Tricounty one."
C: "Show me the receipt."
M: "I don't even know where it is. Here, let's get the toaster out of the car."
(At this point, we walk out to the car. She opens the door, and the toaster oven is sitting in the back seat in a Walmart bag. Sitting next to it? Target brand laundry detergent. The conversation ended when I pointed this out to her, asked for the receipt and bought my own toaster oven online. Hello, Amazon Prime free shipping. My mom continued to try to justify her actions, including lying to me about where she bought it, by telling me that it was convenient.)
Convenience. I thought about this for a while, and wondered how much is actually done in the interest of what's easiest. How often is the right thing abandoned for the quick fix? Is it really more simple to do the easy thing and lie about it than it is just to stick to your values in the first place?
I'm taking back that toaster oven tomorrow.
-Corinne
If you are familiar, please read on.
As a strong supporter of human rights, boycotting Target seemed like the least I could do in this situation. Sure, it was always fun getting Hello Kitty stickers for a dollar and the popcorn they sell in the snack shop is unbelievably salty and delicious, but my values will beat out a cat without a mouth and high sodium levels any day. After reading up on the situation, I called every member of my family to explain to them the implications of their shopping at this store. You may or may not know this, but my mother is a huge shopper. If the Target corporation were to suffer from losing any customer, she's probably the one. Even though I told my dad (although Best Buy applies more to him) and my sisters, it was the most important to get the message through to my mom. When I spoke to her, she seemed genuinely interested in staying away. Was I naive to believe that it would last?
Of course.
Fast forward a few weeks to today, when she called me from Walmart to ask if there was anything I wanted. I asked for a toaster oven, because I've got a soft spot for them. She called me a few minutes later, and tells me that she's having trouble finding a decent one. Now, as much as I happen to like them, toaster ovens aren't exactly an urgent matter so I assured her it wasn't of the greatest importance that I have one today. Still, about an hour later, she walked through the door exclaiming, "I got you a toaster oven!"
Anyone else would thank their mother and move on, but I couldn't help feeling as though I'd been wronged. The following scene went something like this:
Corinne: "Where did you buy it?"
Mom: "From the store."
C: "What store?"
M: "Walmart. I went to the Tricounty one."
C: "Show me the receipt."
M: "I don't even know where it is. Here, let's get the toaster out of the car."
(At this point, we walk out to the car. She opens the door, and the toaster oven is sitting in the back seat in a Walmart bag. Sitting next to it? Target brand laundry detergent. The conversation ended when I pointed this out to her, asked for the receipt and bought my own toaster oven online. Hello, Amazon Prime free shipping. My mom continued to try to justify her actions, including lying to me about where she bought it, by telling me that it was convenient.)
Convenience. I thought about this for a while, and wondered how much is actually done in the interest of what's easiest. How often is the right thing abandoned for the quick fix? Is it really more simple to do the easy thing and lie about it than it is just to stick to your values in the first place?
I'm taking back that toaster oven tomorrow.
-Corinne
Success!
Today while riding in a car [on the way back from a SOX game-- we won!] with my three fellow guy friends [Bryan, Jeff, Adam] I switched the Ipod and the music that was playing to my Ipod and to a podcast that is done by the two wonderful ladies of The Stuff Mom Never Told You. The podcast was one on "Does size really matter?" Unfortunately, we didn't get to listen to the whole 27 minute podcast, but I thought it was a significant improvement for my guy friends to a) even let me change the music that was playing in the car, even though I had shotgun and b) to let me change it to a podcast on whether or not size mattered!
I found that Jeff was more engaged than Bryan or Adam, but it made me really happy that for those few minutes they listened and gave it a chance, however small.
I don't know if I'll "get-away" with doing it again, unless I am the driver, but it was unplanned and it went nicely. If only our destination had been 28 minutes away. . .but let me ask, does size really matter?
-Sonja Mata
I found that Jeff was more engaged than Bryan or Adam, but it made me really happy that for those few minutes they listened and gave it a chance, however small.
I don't know if I'll "get-away" with doing it again, unless I am the driver, but it was unplanned and it went nicely. If only our destination had been 28 minutes away. . .but let me ask, does size really matter?
-Sonja Mata
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