Delusions of Superiority - WFGSIIC, part 3 of 87

BJ has gone off and written a lovely, soft and sweet post as only she can, Unicornucopia or Why Are All Dominant Women Such Fucking Ass-Hats. (The beauty that woman weaves with the English language takes my breath away.)

One of the secrets to being me, to being a successful and happy version of me, is to get other people to do the heavy lifting for me. I'm really quite shameless. I'll sit at my desk and announce, "God, I would love to have a water ice from Rita's", and expect that some kind soul will say, "Why, I'll run out and get that right now, would you like cherry or mango?" I am, of course, ten colors of appreciative that someone would do that, and happily pay for a round for everyone....but of course, I expected that someone would leap to do the heavy lifting for me, and would have been quite stompy and sad if no one had risen to the occasion.

Not to mention water ice-less! (People in my life have learned to feed me on demand. It works out better for everybody, trust me.)

I tried, off and on, to write a blog post yesterday. It was going to be the radical cogent part 3 of 87 in my magnficient 87 part Why Female Gender Supremacy is Ignorant Crap series. (Part 1, Part 2) I had promised brilliance and was finally going to deliver.

Ten minutes in, I remembered why I don't do brilliance very often. It's frickin' hard work.

So, I looked at my toes a lot. Caught up on all of my blog reading. Oh, and baked bread. Fabulous new recipe I'll share in another post. Baked some new dog cookies, too. Got my kids to do the dishes from the baking. Got my husband to run an errand for an ingredient I needed. Shameless, really, I am. I work at doing only the fun parts.

And then BJ posted her lovely latest, and all my hard work for the weekend was done. From her post, below:

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This kind of male attention, undeserved, unexpected can be hard to deal with without going a little mad. Without becoming a little strange. Personally I think that is why a lot of dom women are a little, um, well, you know, the way they are. Suddenly getting a bunch of attention and nummies you never worked for can make anyone go a little crackpot dictator.

But the thing about free nummies, is that they come in a bundle with the fear that they are going to be taken away someday.

Dominant woman practically clad in armor of fucking arrogance. Never admitting any weakness, never being wrong or foolish or silly or wanting a super-hard super-long fuck that makes them all wet with sweat and noodle-floppy.

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There's more, of course, lots more, but if I reposted the entire piece, that would just be wrong, I think. Read her, pretend you read it here. God, I am so clever.

Here's the thing: I get off on regal as much as the next dom woman. I quite honestly beamed when a new hire we'd stolen from someone else in our industry, introduced me to a vendor friend as "Queen of All". Swear to God, he'd known me for less than a month and he clued in that "Queen of All" was going to float my boat. Oh, and I didn't demure or nothing. We laughed over the "joke", but I didn't demure. Queen of All, and could you gentlemen run off and get me a water ice while I wait, thank you so much.

I believe this all makes me, if not my entire gender, quite superior, yes?

Oh, hello! I have acquired minions to do my bidding, yes, but this (now shhhh and pay attention here because this may be the only original brilliant thing I've written in this whole post), really only means that I am dependent on the kindness of the people around me.

Playing regal makes me happy, but condescension and delusions of actual superiority make me sick. You can play regal, if you are lucky enough to have kind people in your life, but when you start believing your own press, you're in trouble.

It's that simple. Try injecting a bit of humility into your speech or thought patterns, occasionally, and see if it doesn't make you a better person in the process.

Now, I'm waiting for the family to get up. It's 5:00am and I'm so hoping for a nice breakfast. I'd like my eggs scrambled, moist but not runny. And some rye toast, light on the butter.

Thank you so much!

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