Mulled Whine

I worked with a group of women in a non-traditional environment once . I thought that other women who wanted to work there would be a lot like me, that it would be fun. What a joke! I have never seen so many back biting, sneaky, catty, self absorbed, competitive women in my life. I was shocked, it reminded me of high school. "Oh no, Susan sits here," I was told by Laura, though the lunch room was not assigned seating, and Susan didn't actually work there yet, but once she did... oh it was exciting! Lunch time was like being in the change room with cheerleaders. "Really? Oh my god, well," Laura pauses to smile scandalously at the married manager, then leans forward to whisper in Susan's ear. The juicy tidbit was rewarded with an awed gasp, "You know, everyone of those children has a different father, and she wonders where her daughter gets it from!" Susan reported to the entire table. And later, Susan clucks her tongue with disgust to hear that pretty young Tanya admitted to flashing her husband out the front window when he left for work. Laura then proceeds to tell us all about her daughter's job in electronics sales, informing us with a giggle that if she was having trouble making a sale, she just had to show a little more cleavage and viola! It really made me wonder, as I sat, day after day, trying not to choke on my cheese sandwich, where did it start. Did teenage girls mimic their mother's attitude in highschool to feel mature? Or did mother's start acting like their teenage daughters to feel young again?

Graphology

Graphology is fasinating. Most are very sceptical. Scientific research has found no clear correlation between handwriting behavior and basic personality patterns, so scepticism is understandable. Though there hasn't been very much support or funding to conduct extensive research in the area.
Accuracy depends much on the ability of the person making the analysis, and the honesty of the person being analyzed. People don't like to admit to traits that they don't like about themselves, and so will insist that some things are incorrect.
However, any time that I have taken the time to do an in depth handwriting analysis, the subjects have been relatively impressed with the results. And I am not at all experienced at this.
It has stirred up questions though.
Is it related to hand reflexology? (Another area that invites much scepticism) As we shift the writing utensil in our hand, it could press on many different finger points, and palm points. Some such points may be tender, due to various health issues, chronic and otherwise. Chronic issues in particular are linked to our mental and emotional well being, which directly effects our behaviour and personality traits. (and also effect our physical traits, but that is a post for another time, if I remember some other time) So, could the things noticed in graphology indicate health concerns as well? Certain ways of writing indicate an emotional person, perhaps this is because the person has a hormonal imbalance, that creates a tender button that they avoid with the pen? Are some person more sexual or spiritual because they hold the pen in such a way that stimulates these areas? And it is said that we can work on areas of our personality that we are unhappy with by changing the writing habit that is indictive of this characteristic. Could this be that a) we are are directing the pressure differently against our palm and fingers, thus no longer contacting specific reflexology points, and/or b) everytime we conciously change how we write a letter we are thinking about the fact we wish to improve some certain area of our behaviour, thus prompting the change?
HmMmm, so many questions!

I Don't Brush my Hair

About 15 months ago, I broke my brush. It was a junk brush, and I knew I had a good brush at home. You know, one of those ouch-less ones with a contoured handle to fit your palm. Anyway, I didn't want to buy another when I knew I had this other one, and I am not super keen on using other people's brushes. Combs maybe, but brush, no. So after years of brushing my long strands into ruler-straight submission, I was without my weapon, the Dictator, I was helpless against the mischief my hair could accomplish.
In an attempt to keep it, managable, I finger combed through it and threw it in a loose braid before bed.
To my surprise, the three days before I could get home to the protection of my brush, my hair turned into this beautiful thing, full of character and body. I got more compliments the days I had no brush, than ever before. My hair had previously hung limp down my back, it was hair that had to be convinced, coerced, and glued in place to hold a curl. Now it possessed bounce and shape I had never imagined possible.
So, now, rather than trying to reconquer my tresses, I mostly let it be. Spot brushing it, you know, like spot washing a floor? If there is an extra tangled area, I brush it out, otherwise I finger out the little knots and such. Sometimes a full brushing cannot be avoided, any event involving a great deal of wind, like snowboarding, riding, convertables, boating, usually requires the wind knots to be carefully combed out. If I don't tie my hair before swimming, it will probably need to be brushed out. No brushing is not a hard and fast rule, rather more like a guideline. And the longer it has been free from the brushes dictation, the more frequently my hair needs to be reminded that it's freedom depends on appropriate behaviour. But thats ok, it beats having lifeless locks. And my hair still goes for months at a time without a complete brush out, and sometimes weeks without the need of a spot brush.
My mother calls my hair a 'mane', har-de-har. And my grandma after seeing my new, barely tamed, couffure, laughed when she learned my scheme. Some ask if it is sanitary, (While frequency of washing is an entirely different subject, I still wash my hair! Jeeze) others ask if it is healthy for my scalp. (I just pay more attention to my scalp when washing) And yes, I still have bad hair days, thats what hats and hairbands are for.
But if it's terribly important, those are the days I pull out the Dictator, to revel briefly in the memory if it's supremacy.