Category: Social Commentary

Saggy Boobage is NEVER in Style – Please Spare Us the Horror

Maybe it’s just me, but the worst part of summer (other than the deluge of bugs and bees) and right up there with the underdressed and overskanky is women whose girls hang low. Not that I’m not sympathetic: what with inevitable post-baby droopage, age-induced loss of collagen, gravity’s mighty unbeatable pull, and the risks and sky-high cost of plastic surgery, it’s no wonder that the larger majority of women are simply putting up with their pair becoming less than perky as the years go by. And I also COMPLETELY understand that a good, supportive bra costs a pretty penny, as do ones that raise your girls to the teenage sky-high level they once were while adding a size or two and giving you the clevage of every man’s dreams. Not to mention the well-known fact that any bra (especially the cheapies) are anything but comfortable.

But all of that is NO excuse to wear skimpy, skeezy little tops sans-support  letting your boobs sag to your belly button, bouncing and swaying in a rather nauseating way with each movement you make. And don’t give me that “I don’t have the right bra to wear with this top” excuse: Anybody would rather see your bra straps or band sticking out of your top than have to conciously avoid openly staring at your freak-show pancake breasts (more…)

5 Reasons Why You Shouldn't Drink And Drive This Weekend

Here’s the thing: before you read this post, I want you to understand I am not one of those preachy “don’t have a glass of wine and then drive or you’ll DIE” kinda people. In fact, I’m quite the opposite. I think there are several factors that go in to whether or not someone is too intoxicated to drive. I mean, you have body weight, what you’re drinking, how long you’re drinking it for, and previous exposure. Now, don’t think that I’m saying just cause you’re used to drinking a keg all by your lonesome each night it means that eventually you’ll be able to do so and afterwards be sober enough to drive. However, if you regularly down a couple pitchers a few nights a week, after a few beers you’re probably not phased (or are-but barely). Now, if you NEVER drink at all, or very rarely like on special occasions only, you’re a lot more likely to be completely flat on your ass after pint #2. In conclusion (more…)

Have You Ever Cussed Off Your Parents?

Ever been so mad you see red (literally)? Ever been so frustrated or angry that you feel that you’re about to explode, implode, or seriously cause some damage to anything or anyone within arms reach? Unless you’re one of those uber-calm people that I can’t stand (cause you make me look bad lol) you probably have, at least once. So you know what it is when you get to that point where your blood is boiling and you’re beyond helpless to control it: it’s damn near impossible to make your thoughts, words, feelings and actions all seem to be a fluent, coherent, respectful and personality-consistent entity rather than the ugly, evil-eyed, fire-breathing monster they become.

Curse words fly from your mouth without even a second thought as to who’s around you or what type of environment you’re in. Suddenly, morals and codes of ethics you have ardently upheld and preached are (more…)

All Women Are Prostitutes

…Or so suggests many women who engage in legalized forms of prostitution. From talk-show exclusives to magazines to documentaries, the legalized sex trade has been all the rage as of lately. And who can really blame to media for capitalizing on the newest lifestyle trend to hit North America: guilt-free sexual activity. From pointers on keeping physically and emotionally safe before, during, and after one night stands, to ways in which women can keep their sex drives at max 24-7, to more scandalous things like the rise in sexting and real-life amateur pornography making its way to the world wide web, sex seems to be the newest cause of and solution to all of life’s problems (coming in second only to drugs and alcohol…which certainly have never obtained such global acceptance and wide ranges of age groups glamourizing it) (more…)

Give Into the Consumerism for a Happy Mother's Day

I would like to think that I’m the kinda gal that doesn’t buy into superficial consumerist holidays. So does my mother. And, since I’m most certainly my mother’s child (some of the time! lol) I’m pretty certain that it’s her general attitude towards holidays and the fact that celebrating them on that day is entirely irrelevant, that it would mean JUST as much to celebrate the week before or after society decides to officially launch said holiday, is the basis for my thought processes. But, here’e the thing. I don’t need the whole kit-and-kaboodle on Valentine’s Day, let’s say, because quite frankly at least 50% of people in society (or at least the one’s that I see in society) are single and therefore NOT going to be involved in the V-Day festivities. So, even if all I get is a little cuddle or a phone call that says “Happy Valentines Day! I love you baby!” from my man, at least I HAVE a man and GOT a call (more…)

If The World Doesn't Revolve Around Me, It Sure As Hell Doesn't Revolve Around You

Hey y’all, I know it’s been a while, and I know that at best I’ve been sketchy to downright absent in the blogging community. It’s not that I’ve lost interest, or even focus. Rather, as usual for me when situations arise, mine has gone from bad to worse and as a result I’ve needed a few weeks rest. For those of you who missed my post on Not Taking Yourself Too Seriously, you may be thinking that perhaps I might be referring to the health issues I’ve had ever since my post on my Walk-In Woes. While those problems certainly have persisted, and in fact worsened if anything, what’s taken me out of the blogging game for the past few weeks was a car accident. One in which my car was totalled. One which occured right outside of a walk-in clinic (yes, another one lol) which I was going to because I was pretty sure I had some type of throat infection. One which, while initially I was in way too much shock to even realize I was (more…)

Don't Take Yourself So Seriously

game-overWith Ruby, you’ll find, if it’s not one thing, it’s certainly another. Either way, it seems that each and every day is an adventure filled with pitfalls, danger zones, enemies, and a couple power-ups along the way to keep me from actually dying. Juuuust enough that my life won’t actually be at any serious risk of being lost (especially not that permanent “Game Over”) as long as I keep my wits about me and am always on the search for secret hidden spaces, rooms, and tunnels. Just as in video games (in case you weren’t fully catching my analogy), I find personally that you can do MUCH better when, not only do you not know what the hell is going on, but that you also don’t take it (or yourself) too seriously. I remember being younger playing Super Nintendo with my older cousins or Uncles. They all HATED me in any fighting, driving, or racing game because even though I didn’t have a damn clue what was going on with ANYTHING somehow or another I managed to kick their butts. Everytime without fail. Normally pulling some amazing well (more…)

Don't Call Me Baby: Version 2.0

maybe in relationships you should wear one of these

As I write this, I am currently on my death bed (OK, so being sick makes me somewhat melodramatic :-p) and am unable to come up with an original idea to save my life. However, just the other week or so, I took one of my old posts, of the same title as this one, and I expanded on it to win a contest (I came in second place, which ain’t bad).  I decided it would be vaguely jerkish of me to come back on Wednesday and then disappear on Friday already. Sooo…Don’t Call Me Baby: The Uncut Extended Version is here to save the day!! Enjoy!

Oh, btw, I just wanted to share with you how irritating I find the term ‘baby’. Why is it that when two people get together they start calling each other ‘baby’ instead of by their actual names? I mean, an occasional ‘baby’ is fine, but all the time?!?!?. I think that laziness prevails and because one feels extremely comfortable with their partner their partners’ name is almost unimportant. All that matters is (more…)

Have a Healthy Body Image: But a Healthy Body Matters

morbid-obesity Hey y’all,

I’m sick as a dog right now, with what I am assuming is the flu. All I know is that I feel awful in every sense of the word and I spend most of my life curled up in my bed, in the dark, asleep. I’m never even hungry. If you know me, you know that that must mean I am VERY sick, cause I still love me my food even though every time I eat it causes me extreme abdominal pain (diagnosis hopefully coming soon). Anyway, as a result, I desperately need my rest. But I can’t leave y’all hanging! So, I found a post I made in a blog back in 2008. My general opinions on weight, body image, and self confidence haven’t changed, although some aspects of my size and my life have (dramatically) changed since the point in time that this was written. Either way, it’s a good look into the Classic Ruby mindframe at an earlier and different point in time. Enjoy! (more…)

Ruby Rant: On Ignorance

ignorance-aint-bliss-t-shirtBefore continuing, I want to make sure that you are well aware of exactly what I mean when I use the terms “ignorant” or “ignorance”. I would have been irritated beyond belief if even one person read this post thinking I was referring to people who were rude, or crass, or whatever other totally incorrect definition that has been denoted to mean ignorant. The following are the actual definitions of the terms. If you’re unsure, please read them before continuing. The last thing you’d want to be, while reading my most recent little diatribe, is exactly the kind of person I am turning my nose up at and exiling into the gutters of society, defining them simply as common garbage. (more…)