I saw one of the most disgusting marketing campaigns this week. I admit, my first reaction wasn’t disgust, it was one of empowerment. But my second and third viewing revealed that it was a topping of empowerment sliding around on top of a huge slimy pile of demeaning objectification.

Anything to make a buck, I suppose. Capitalizing upon the shame a lot of women feel for their private bits by reducing them only to their private bits and calling the vayjay the most powerful thing on earth. Heck, we got the technology, get the guys a purse, and just let them carry a biologically engineering one in a purse, and then I guess women have lost their reason to live.

Shame on you Summer’s Eve. Oh, and soap washes private bits and public bits just fine. No thank you. Keep your filthy paws and exploitation off of the V. We women don’t need your false flattery to get into our wallets by flaunting what’s in our pants.

I haven’t really followed this case, which is odd, considering I am a True Crime junkie. I can watch marathons of Forensic Files and the smörgåsbord of similar shows. I followed the OJ Simpson case when it happened with zeal. I decided to comment on this, despite my limited knowledge, because of the comparisons that were made with the OJ Simpson case; comparisons which seem to me to be ludicrous. The cases *might* have one thing in common: a murderer got away with it. I say *might* as I do not know enough to have a responsible opinion about Casey Anthony, something which doesn’t seem to help some others keep their pie holes in the closed position, however. Maybe she is guilty. What I did pay a lot of attention to was the juror interviews, and folks, I am proud of those people. They wanted, emotionally, to convict her. But they did the one thing that protects each and every one of us: they made the State prove its case beyond a reasonable doubt, and these intelligent and reasonable people didn’t believe the State had done that. And I thank God there are people like that. There are no allegations in this case of outrageous attorney conduct, showboating, playing race and socio-economic cards, as well as lusts for celebrity that existed in the OJ Simpson case. The jurors on that case quite frankly sounded completely irrational. Nothing at all like this case. You (and perhaps I if I knew all the facts) might disagree with the Casey Anthony jury. But I seriously doubt you can think it was because the jury was inflamed improperly and subjected to flashy lawyer tricks. If there was inflammatory material, it was all against her.

One day you might be brought to trial on something you didn’t do. It might really, really, really look like you did it. Crowds might be screaming for YOUR blood outside the courtroom. On that day, you will also thank God that there are still people who can be discerning jurors who realize it is not their job to “get justice for Cayle.” That is the State’s job, and they must do it the hard way. The jury keeps the State in line.

I have watched enough crime tv to be horrified at the arrogant and almost god-like certitude of some prosecutors on really thin evidence. And even more horrified when people are convicted on such evidence. We tend to turn a blind eye because we believe the accused probably did it, even if the evidence wasn’t all there. That to me is almost as evil as the crimes. These crimes are perpetrated against a small and unfortunate segment of the total populace. People who don’t care when people are convicted on crap evidence, sheerly and flimsily circumstantial, are perpetrating an evil on all society, and that evil might bite them in the ass.

A proverb that goes around in jurisprudence is that it is better than ten guilty people go free than one innocent man imprisoned. I believe that, and so should you. Don’t worry that Caylee didn’t get justice. There is a God who has claimed vengeance for Himself, and if Casey is guilty and doesn’t repent, she will pay more than society could ever do to her.

Now that my divorce is final, and I am engaged, what will this be about since I started it to journal about my experiences with the Divorce Court system and domestic abuse? Well those themes remain foremost on my heart for other women and men going through similar things. In fact, I have decided to go to law school, and right now, I believe I am going to look into pursuing family law. Why? My personal experience gives me a passion for justice in this arena, it is something I think I could do solo if God blesses me with children so that I would work from home, and I have spent too much time bitching about our godless divorce laws and want to at least try to be an advocate for change and resource for others, particularly Christians who find themselves in this position, and perhaps, are being abused not only by their partners, but an improper fundamentalistic (in the bad way– there is a good way to use that term, but it has passed from usage–make no mistake, I am a conservative Bible-believing Christian, I am just not a legalistic fundamentalist of the Jack Chick variety) interpretation of the Biblical teaching on this is causing them to be mistakenly abused by the Church as well. I am becoming rather convinced that Christians (and this would benefit non-Christians who for their own reasons believe in similar ways) should abandon State-sanctioned marriage as the State has no right to determine this sacrament. Right now that is not feasible or responsible as the State would strip families and children of certain rights and benefits that cannot be privately contracted for. That should change. What things? Well for example certain survivors benefits. Free name change for the female. Presumptive property rights.

I have to get my bachelor’s degree first, and of course, God may change my mind away from family law, but that right now is where I am planning to go.

Also, I intend to move this blog into just more philosophically commentary to perhaps have discussions with like-minded people or thoughtful opponents. (and a major design overhaul is needed)

My corn flake (inside joke) is a great man. As you know, I have bouts of chronic depression. Never with my ex did I feel accepted and helped with this. He made me feel ashamed and weak. I cannot even begin to say how grateful I am for this. Waves of sadness in missing Sydney are coming back over me. I miss that little bird. I love Milo, and he is a sweet little boy, but Sydney was a once in a lifetime special bird. She and Milo would have made a cute couple.

Is there some talent or ability that you wish you had? One that you either have or you don’t. Like say you wish you were extraordinarily beautiful. If you are butt ugly, you can practice at being beautiful all you want, but it ain’t happening. Me? I wish I could sing. More precisely, I wish I could sing well. I am awful, which is a shame, because I enjoy it so much. But there is a great thing about singing and that is that joy can come from it as you as you enjoy it. While it would be great to have others enjoy it as well, I can still do it and enjoy it in private. Or my car

My fiancé was so incredibly thoughtful. We went to a beautiful candlelight service and came home to open gifts. Check out the gorgeous pearls he got me!! It was so nice to be pampered as a lady And there was one of those odd moments of congruency—- I gave my fiancé a link to my Amazon wishlist for gift ideas at his request. I didn’t use the list as a typical wishlist, it was my ongoing list of things that I liked and interested me. I regularly add and delete items. So the list is being updated continuously and is not at all static.