Song Saturday: Puddle Of Mudd Block

How's it going lurkers? You may recall that there wasn't a Song Saturday blog, last week. Last Saturday, I shared details about my mother's seizure on Wednesday, April 15th. This has been another chaotic week. Luckily, there hasn't been any life threatening issues. 

Compared to last week, my mother has been doing much better. Yesterday was my youngest aunt's birthday and we'll be celebrating my mom's birthday tomorrow.

Once April is over, I will be so glad. You seriously have no idea. 

Speaking of last Wednesday, it appears that Puddle Of Mudd's frontman Wes Scantlin is having a worse time than the rest of us. 

First and foremost, Puddle Of Mudd has been around, since The Grunge Era. They released a single last September titled, "Piece Of The Action."

On April 15, 2015, which was on the same day my mother had her seizure, our local NBC (Channel TMJ4) reported that Puddle Of Mudd's Wes Scantlin was arrested. 

He was arrested on charges of disorderly conduct after an incident at Milwaukee’s Mitchell International Airport, which happens to be in my county of WI.

[TMJ4:] "Puddle Of Mudd's Vocalist Wes Scatlin Arrested" (2015)

Wes Scantlin really needs to get his shit together. I always enjoyed listening to Puddle Of Mudd's music. My mother even bought their Come Clean album, when I was in my college freshman year. She loves their song, "Blurry." 

Because I normally do not watch TMJ4, I had no idea about Scantlin's arrest, until I read about it on HardDrive Radio's Dirt page.

According to HardDrive Radio's blogger, Roxy, Scantlin's booking agency told Blabbermouth that the vocalist was NOT  in jail at the moment and that the band “will be performing all shows, including last weekend and all upcoming shows.” 

Puddle Of Mudd was scheduled to perform on April 16th in Wilmington, NC. Supposedly, the sheriff’s office had NOT  released any further details regarding the incident and the nature of what happened has yet to be disclosed.

Wes Scantlin has been developing quite a rap sheet much like Scott Weiland from Stone Temple Pilots. 

BTW:  Those 2 have a connection to each other but I will explain more about Scantlin's connections later. Over these last 3 years, I have read news about him at least several times online. 

Between September 4, 2012 and April 15, 2015, Puddle Of Mudd's Wes Scantlin has:

* been arrested while traveling on a cross country flight from Boston to L.A. BECAUSE he was high on cocaine. The airplane made an emergency landing in Austin, TX where he was charged with public intoxication.

* domestic violence charges both in 2012 and 2013. In May 2013, Wes Scantlin pulled his ex-wife by her arm or shirt and began dragging her.

* Last April 16th, during a show at Trees Dallas, Wes lip synched and had a meltdown on stage. He threw a microphone and beer into the audience. This was along with threatening and attempting to PHYSICALLY ATTACK several audience members at a show in Scottsdale, AZ. Also, Wes Scantlin was criticized for his lip synching, during the same show.

* As mentioned in the preceding video, he was arrested at Denver International Airport for riding on the baggage carousel and ending up in the restricted area, on January 16, 2015.

* April 2, 2015, Scantlin had ANOTHER meltdown. Earlier this month, he smashed his guitar, headphones, and part of the drummer's kit.

I wonder if Wes Scantlin managed to pay Ryan Braun a visit, before he was arrested at Mitchell International Airport here in WI. 

Recently, I learned that Wes is the cousin of Miss Missouri Teen USA's Melana Scantlin and Ryan Braun. Here's where it gets more interesting:

Ryan Braun is the baseball right fielder for the Milwaukee Brewers. Braun has also been in the local news, during these last 2 years. 

Ryan Braun LIED to his fans and everyone in the media about using "performance-enhancing drugs."

Talk about family scandals! Since it's Song Saturday, I thought I would share 3 of Puddle Of Mudd's music videos. 

One of them is my mother's favorite ("Blurry"). Another is my favorite ("Heel Over Head") and it has been stuck in my head all week. 

Last but surely NOT  the least, Puddle Of Mudd's new single.

1) Puddle Of Mudd "Blurry" Come Clean (2001)

 

2) Puddle Of Mudd "Heel Over Head" Life On Display (2003)

3) Puddle Of Mudd "Piece Of The Action" [NEW SINGLE] (2014)

Song Saturday: Hole's Asking For It

How's it going my gumdrops? Right now, I want to warn you that today's Song Saturday blog will mostly be a LONG and well deserved rant. Hopefully you will be "enlightened" by today's blog.

Regardless if you're male or female, you should be able to empathize with my current situations.

For the last several weeks, our house has already been under construction. To add to my list of problems, I have been forced to endure online sexual harassment. It's starting to aggravate me, again.

Around 4 years ago, I joined Facebook and refused to post selfies. I did not want to endure creeps stalking me again like the time I had 2 creeps stalking me at Parkside, when I was a DJ. I typically look terrible in pictures, anyway; I'm NOT  always photogenic. Usually, I look more attractive in person. 

It wasn't until 2 years ago, that I uploaded my 10-year high school class reunion picture. It has my high school friend/classmate/class president in it, since she was taking our selfies. 

As an adult, that is by far my best picture EVER because it best captured my physical appearance. It was like staring at my own mirror reflection! However, I don't normally wear as much heavy make-up in person.

Because I have a naturally large bust size, I've been forced to endure creeps on and offline trying to get into my pants. Otherwise, they want to use my picture as "fap material."

If you don't know what the term "fap" means, that's basically the noises being made, during masturbation. 

This is in addition to Baby Boomer and Gen Y creeps typically wanting to see me topless and/or wanting to have cyber sex with me. 

The cat-calling and wolf whistling by sleazebags is bad enough in person, especially when I'm NOT  wearing anything "provocative," "kinky," or "erotic."

IT'S NOT HAPPENING!

It doesn't matter if I'm on Facebook, Horror-Punks, Blogster, Adult Swim, etc, etc. When I'm not being forced to handle haters and opportunists, I must always endure HIGHLY entitled creeps. 

Highly entitled creeps demanding that I send TOPLESS selfies, them expecting me to have CYBER sex with them, OR the desperate man-children constantly private messenging me because they believe they have a chance to date me? I really don't know what aggravates me more. 

All this bullshit is partly why I QUIT  dating men going on 10 years ago, next April 6th. I'm far beyond disgusted with sleazebags friending and subscribing to me on websites besides my own site with their perverted agendas.

Yesterday morning, I became even more annoyed in that Metal thread I recently joined on Adult Swim. I went into it to respond to an Adult Swim Helper's comment. Then, I scrolled to the 3rd page. 

Adult Swim Helper: "You should have snapped a picture of that MILF."

Tumblr Blogger: "Haha I should have! I will say she had at least a 36 C going on bro no joke." 

A veteran Adult Swim poster shared a link to his Tumblr blog and their dialogue above was something I SHOULD'VE expected considering that Adult Swim is primarily run by crooked man-children. 

Those 2 sleazy comments stand out to women. Men of certain ilk online probably assume I'm some militant feminazi "overreacting."

Being a female Metal fan or a musician, we don't always get the amount of respect we deserve because there are women with NO self-respect, who LOVE being objectified for male attention.

Since Metal has always been a male dominated music genre, most people will assume that female fans are either tomboys, or groupies. 

Much like asshole Gamers, female Metal fans MUST  prove to Metal zealots that we're fans by getting interrogated with questions about our favorite band, album, song, etc.

Luckily, no Adult Swim poster interrogated me about any of those topics. In fact, most of the current posters overlooked me in that thread. No surprise. It's Adult Swim and it's a male-dominated thread consisting of inconsiderate man-children.

Judging by the atmosphere, I think I will stop posting in that thread. It somewhat has a sleazy, Metal dive bar environment to it already, whether they want to admit it or not.

Even if I had the time, money, and patience, I wouldn't attend ANY concert, including a Metal concert. 

Domestic terrorists, wife beaters, rapists, serial killers, etc. generally love camouflaging themselves into crowds.

I'll buy the merchandise and support their content. Although, regularly enduring creeps as a woman is already a headache.

The more I think about creeps that I have to constantly deal with both on and offline, the more I think about Hole's song "Asking For It." "Asking For It" is on the band's 1994 album, Live Through This. Hole isn't a Metal band, but I've loved this song, since I was 12 years old.

According to Kurt Cobain's widow, Courtney Love, "Asking For It" is about mostly rape and feminism. She wrote the song, after she was molested and had her clothes torn off her, while stage diving at the Queen Margaret Union in Glasgow, Scotland. That was in 1991. 

In more detail, Courtney Love explained:

"We had just gotten off tour with Mudhoney, and I decided to stage-dive. I was wearing a dress and I didn't realize what I was engendering in the audience. It was a huge audience and they were kind of going ape-shit. So I just dove off the stage, and suddenly, it was like my dress was being torn off of me, my underwear was being torn off of me, people were putting their fingers inside of me and grabbing my breasts really hard, screaming things in my ears like "pussy-whore-cunt". When I got back onstage I was naked. I felt like Karen Finley. But the worst thing of all was that I saw a photograph of it later. Someone took a picture of me right when this was happening, and I had this big smile on my face like I was pretending it wasn't happening. So later I wrote a song called "Asking For It" based on the whole experience. I can't compare it to rape because it's not the same. But in a way it was. I was raped by an audience, figuratively, literally, and yet, was I asking for it?"

After reading her comments, it somewhat reminds me of those years of being forced to attend school pep rallies, during 6th-9th grade. 

Having to endure random boys groping and poking me from behind, during pep rallies contributed to my panic attacks as a teenager. 

Once I reached 10th grade, I ditched EVERY pep rally. Anyway, here is Hole's "Asking For It" for today's Song Saturday.

Hole "Asking For It" Live Through This (1994)

What's So Funny? Rory The Guinea Pig Makes Me Laugh!

How's it going my gumdrops? Are you in need of some laughs, during this stressful time of the year? 

I'm not a huge, self-righteous, political activist about loving animals like many people are today, however I do love most animals. This especially includes reptiles.

Over the last several years of being on social media sites, many have annoyed the hell out of me with their cats. Today's cat lovers tend to regularly act like they gave birth to Jesus. 

This may sound harsh to say, but some cat owners can be just as annoying as those proud parents, who think their children can walk on water and turn water into wine. 

Apparently, some of these cat lovers feel like acting self-righteous and morally superior to others because giving birth to children is somehow BENEATH them. Ugh! Enough is enough already! Give it a friggin' rest!

Aside from the preceding rant, I have chosen to share something cute and furry for laughs. Today's blog is more of a tribute to a friend/subscriber from Blogster. 

Scottster has been having a rough time on Blogster. Surely, most of my Xangan and Blogsterian friends/subscribers are familiar with that problem, which is all the more reason why I only comment on their pages compared to blogging on Blogster, now.

Meanwhile, I stumbled upon this cute and funny YouTube vlog last week by Rory The Guinea Pig. 

Briefly voiced by Ricky Gervais, Rory read some of the hilarious insults about his physical appearance from his Twitter account.

Before watching that video, here's an informative Animal Planet segment about guinea pigs.

Animal Planet's Pets 101: Guinea Pigs

At the age of 7, my mother bought my original guinea pig, Christopher. Christopher lived for 5 years. 

After acquiring mite, he started having scratching seizures and had to be euthanized. 

For my 13th birthday, my mother bought my 2nd guinea pig, Fantastical. He was the craziest guinea pig I ever owned!

Fantastical seemed more like a human trapped inside a guinea pig's body. He constantly strategized ways of climbing outside his tank. 

As I was leaving my bedroom years ago, Fantastical literally climbed on top of his water bottle and hung from the rim of his tank. With good timing, I luckily bolted over to catch him from falling.

The next incident involved my youngest aunt and I eating breakfast, in our living room. We sat on our living room floor at the table, while watching MTV and monitoring Fantastical in his cardboard box that we carted him in for babysitting purposes.

Once I let Fantastical outside his box, he strolled across our living room floor and BIT  my aunt's bacon. 

Had she actually set her plate on the living room table, he would've been unable to reach it. 

Fantastical biting my aunt's bacon was hilarious! He almost lived an entire year. He would have lived at least 3-4 years longer had my great-grandmother's evil friend not put some Juju on him.

At 16, I bought my last 2 guinea pigs. Altivo (meaning "superior" and "haughty" in Spanish) lived for only 3 years. Ookii (meaning "big" in Japanese) lived for 4 years. Between the 2, Altivo was my favorite.

I believe I favored Altivo more because of the way the other guinea pigs mistreated him at Pet World. I saw another guinea pig bite his face and he started whining. I REALLY wanted to reach over that cage and smack his bully on the butt!

A month later, I bought Ookii and he became Altivo's next bully. The bullying was to the extent that I had to buy 1 extra cage to separate them from each other. 

Altivo and Ookii only shared a cage together, whenever I had to clean their cages every so many days. Had they always shared a cage, I believe Ookii would've killed Altivo.

Even though Altivo was my favorite next to Fantastical, Altivo would sometimes get an attitude with me. I made a joke about using his body heat to keep me warm and he got angry. Altivo's cheeks looked inflated and he started grinding his teeth.

I didn't say I was going to kill him for his fur or anything! I only joked about using his body heat to keep me warm and he took offense to it!

Psychologists claim that animals don't have feelings. I don't believe that for a second! I know when animals are happy, sad, angry, etc. 

After joking about using Altivo's body heat to keep me warm, he snubbed me! The next day, I went to take him out his cage and he literally did his paw at me!

Altivo looked like he told me, "Talk to the paw cuz I ain't listenin'!" 

I had a Michael Kelso moment from That '70s Show. You know those scenes of Kelso shrieking, "Oh!"? 

Yup! That was my reaction to Altivo giving me "The Paw." Talk about rude!

After giving me that attitude, I snuck up to his cage and flashed him! Within seconds, Altivo literally did a 360 bolt around his cage.

His 360 bolt around the cage was a slapstick moment. It was hilarious much like Fantastical sneaking and biting my youngest aunt's bacon.

Years later, Altivo and Ookii for some reason died days before Christmas. Their deaths were 1 year apart from each other. I was devastated when 3 of my 4 guinea pigs died. 

I was a little sad, although I wasn't heartbroken over Ookii's death. He always loved biting me.

During 10th grade, Ookii bit my ear once and I had to wear a band aid on it. 

My college sophomore year, he died, which was shortly after coming home from UW-Parkside for Christmas Break.

The year before, I cried tears and mourned Altivo's death because I watched him die, when I was in the middle of working on my Advanced Composition research paper. 

Our last dog, Alexis also seemed depressed because she viewed Altivo and Ookii as her puppies. That sounds strange, but it's true.

Anyway, I've talked enough about my guinea pigs. With that being said, here are 3 YouTube vlogs featuring Rory The Guinea Pig.

1) Rory The Guinea Pig [Voiced By Ricky Gervais] Promotes Just Sayin' App (2012)

2) Rory The Guinea Pig's Pets Add Life Interview (2012)

3) Rory The Guinea Pig Wishes You A Happy Holidays From Pets Add Life & The Talking Animals Channel (2013)

Cartoon Sunday: Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob

How's it going my gumdrops? This Cartoon Sunday, I thought I would share something a little different in regards to animation. In other words, sharing a classic Hip-Hop webtoon from Bullseye Art, Ltd.

Most of you will probably dislike these webisodes, but I'm still sharing them anyway. 

On Thursday, my youngest aunt and I laughed as we reminisced about an old webtoon called, Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob.

We only knew about the short because an old college friend of hers e-mailed it to her back in 2000 from Netscape. 

Now that I think about it, I was still a high school student in 2000. We were introduced to the webtoon's 3rd webisode and were shocked by its adult content.  

Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob reminded me of a Hip-Hop animated version of the Cherry Merry Muffin dolls circa late '80s to early '90s.

Cherry Merry Muffin Dolls Commercial (1988)

Talk about late '80s and early '90s nostalgia. The Cherry Merry Muffin dolls were actually similar to the original Strawberry Shortcake dolls. 

Compared to the Strawberry Shortcake franchise, the Cherry Merry Muffin franchise lacked ethnic diversity.

Growing up, I never had the actual Cherry Merry Muffin doll. However, Chocolottie and Betty Berry (which were featured in the original commercial above) were both my Christmas presents, 1 year.

I remember Betty Berry having a noxious odor. She nauseated me with her putrid stench. I never thought the smell of blueberries could make me feel so queasy.

Meanwhile, adult animation increased throughout the late '90s and early 21st Century. 

Before the launching of Cartoon Network's Adult Swim in 2001, some adult animation premiered on local and cable channels as well as streamed online.

During the late '90s and early 21st Century, adult animation was too controversial to be shown on TV and was normally canceled. 

When adult animation wasn't soon to be canceled on local networks during that time, those cartoons were soon aired on cable/satellite channels if not bought on DVD and/or streamed online.

Nowadays, we can't help watching controversial adult animation on local, basic cable, and satellite channels, as well as streamed online. 

Like I already said, we were introduced to the 3rd webisode of Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob, 14 years ago. I never watched the entire series, until 3 days ago. It's amazing that it only had 5 webisodes and 2 music videos.

This classic Hip-Hop webtoon featured Miss Muffy and her "Muff Mob." Her "Muff Mob" consisted of Betty Bundt Cake, Patty Pound Cake, Cinama Buns, and Keisha Corn Bread.

Who had the most ghetto name? Cinama Buns or Keisha Corn Bread?  You decide.

Since there were only 5 webisodes, here is the webtoon Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob.

Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob: Webisode 1 (2000)

Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob: Webisode 2 (2000)

Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob: Webisode 3 (2000)

Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob: Webisode 4 (2000)

Miss Muffy And The Muff Mob: Webisode 5 (2000)

Guess What? Astrologer Patrick Arundell Helped Me Dodge An Astro-Taroh Scam!!!

How's it going lurkers? Last month, I meant to publish a review about my favorite YouTube astrologers and tarotists, but I never had the chance. 

Speaking of the preceding, YouTube vlogger/astrologer, Patrick Arundell saved me from an astro-tarotist scam 2 summers ago! 

We have even been Facebook friends for the last 2 years. Slightly over 3 years ago, I met this so-called "psychic" astro-tarotist named "Jenna Your Astrologer." 

For years, I have questioned who I was in a past life/lives (reincarnation). I swear, I must've been a groupie or something in a past life. 

Sometimes when I listen to certain bands from the 1960's and '70s, especially bands like The Doors, it feels nostalgic, somewhat like I already existed in the past when I was born in '82.

In 2011, I was in the middle of searching on Google for information about who I was in a past life/lives. The astrological searches on Google became distractions. Suddenly, "Jenna Your Astrologer" appeared in my Google search. 

On "Jenna's" site, "she" claimed to give readings about past lives, birth charts, astrological forecasts, etc. "She" gave me some highly convincing free readings. 

According to "Jenna," "she" claimed that I would start working at a certain date (which changed each time). 

"She" kept pressuring me by saying that I needed to "take action" by paying for a reading, claimed a certain someone and I would be "reunited," and have this "long lasting," romantic relationship, etc.

Surely as you read this blog, you're all probably rolling your eyes and laughing at me. 

If you actually met someone, who was capable of explaining your ENTIRE personality traits, quirks, and qualities to perfection and your past life stages to you without EVER knowing each other, you would probably be convinced that he/she was a psychic. 

For the most part, I didn't know as much about astrology and tarot card readings as I do now. I didn't know about astrologers using our personal birth charts for each astrological sign. This doesn't bother me in the slightest. 

However, "JENNA" infuriates me because "she's" the type of astrological scammer, who pressures people like some bill collector for a payment, while claiming to be a "psychic."

In 2011, I was already emotionally vulnerable and insecure. 2011 was the year of my 10-year high school reunion. Before my reunion, I had the pressure of finding a new job. 

I was broke as a joke. I didn't want to be reunited with high school assholes bragging about being entrepreneurs, business owners, CEO's, doctors, lawyers, teachers, etc. 

Also, I didn't want to be reunited with a pretty boy quitarist I fell madly in love with (and never completely got over like I originally thought), be potentially married to someone else. 

Then, I learned about a dark, traumatic secret, that a family member hid for decades. Suddenly, it triggered my traumatic memories to be awakened. There was something traumatic from my high school senior year, which happened to me that I forgot. 

It felt as if I was suffering from a nervous breakdown behind closed doors. Next, I began having nightmares about a potential massacre happening at my reunion. 

The nightmare felt more like a premonition, which was partly why I originally refused to attend our reunion. Long story short, I ended up having to co-host it UNFORTUNATELY.

Meanwhile, "Jenna" helped create more chaos for my life, 3 years ago. "She" pressured me like a bill collector to pay "her." In addition, "Jenna" made me believe that I could be reunited and have a "long lasting relationship" with somebody, who wants NOTHING to do with me!

Then, 2 birthdays ago, I sent "Jenna" a $60 check for my reading. After paying "her," I read the complete reading "she" did for me. NOTHING that "Jenna" said in "her" reading sounded compatible and/or realistic about my supposed future profession and love life.

I said that exact same thing to "her." Suddenly, "Jenna" verbally attacked and accused me of "taking advantage of her." Later, I realized that I forgot to write my signature on "her" check to FRANCE.

All the while, I contacted Patrick Arundell online in order to get a 2nd opinion. I remember him telling me that he disliked "Jenna's" approach to readings. This was followed by Google eventually posting links about "Jenna" being a scam artist. Look! ----->

When I originally stumbled upon "Jenna" 3 years ago, none of this EVER appeared in my Google searches. Had I known this 3 years ago, I would've left "Jenna" alone.

Here's the real kicker! "Jenna's" not even the astro-tarotist's real name! "She" happens to be A MAN! Basically, "Jenna" is a FAKE "psychic" astro-tarotist.

I have Patrick Arundell to thank for giving me a 2nd opinion. He advised me to cancel my money from being withdrawn. 

Unlike the fake "psychic" astro-tarotist Jenna, Patrick has credibility as a friend and an astrologer. 

He posts both weekly and monthly astrological vlogs on his own YouTube channel and website. Lately, I haven't been as active on Patrick Arundell's website like I used to be. 

Although, I will say that I enjoyed playing with his free online tarot cards and reading his daily, weekly, monthly, and annual astrological forecasts. 

Patrick's site is very useful and he does NOT claim to be a "psychic." 

I frequently visit his YouTube channel, as well as several other YouTube vloggers', astrologers', and tarotists' channels and websites. 

If you want to learn more about Patrick Arundell, you can contact him on Facebook, YouTube, and his website in the preceding bold links! This can't be said for "Jenna."

I hope this blog helps more people to NOT fall victim to "Jenna Your Astrologer!"

[RANT]: Love Stinks When You're Single On Valentine's Day

How's it going lurkers? These last several days, especially yesterday I have not been as talkative online. Blog community hunting, enduring advertisers and mainstream media cramming Valentine's Day down my throat, and getting into a fight with a friend don't exactly mesh too well.

Yesterday was already an emotional roller coaster and Valentine's Day really sent me over the edge. Not that I didn't get any presents for Valentine's Day because I got several.

A new lounge pants set, chocolate candy, an extra pair of lounge pants with snowflakes, hearts, and skulls on them (which I am currently wearing), and food from Taco Bell.

After being told that my favorite Taco Bell Burrito (The Volcano Burrito) was discontinued, I was a little upset.

Taco Bell's Volcano Burrito had rice, cheese, nacho strips, sour cream, spicy hot cheese sauce, and obviously ground beef in it.

Since my family spent a lot of time and money trying to make Valentine's Day special for moi, I didn't want to complain. 

There really wasn't enough money for me to buy them anything for Valentine's Day.

Last year, I won free Galaxy Desserts Chocolate Mousse Cupcakes via Facebook from the Dating With Dignity page. I wasn't expecting to win anything, last Valentine's Day.

Nonetheless, I did and shared my cupcakes with my immediate family. Because they spent so much time and money on me yesterday, I just washed the dishes.

After signing back into Facebook last night, I was in a bad mood again. I had to sit and look at some of my friends' wedding pictures, their "I love my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend" statuses, obnoxious Valentine's Day articles, advertisements, etc. Ugh! ENOUGH, ALREADY!

You are probably thinking, "So what? If you don't like it, don't look" or something along those lines. 

This Valentine's Day week has been on my last nerve. Local TV stations, commercials, biased news anchors, the media, and social media are generally to blame for this.

Our EXTREMELY  biased local news reporters kept reporting about Valentine's Day and couples, which only poured salt into invisible wounds.

Those of us eternal bachelors, bachelorettes, widows, widowers, those who are only conveniently dating, or in a contrived "committed relationship," and being unable to celebrate with their significant others, or have no one are BARELY acknowledged. 

It's infuriating!

If I have to listen to or read that same bullshit about "Valentine's Day is just a Hallmark Holiday. Why celebrate love once a year, when couples should celebrate their relationships everyday?", I'm gonna bitchslap somebody!

Here's what these people don't understand: Valentine's Day is mostly Christmas for COUPLES. Albeit, Valentine's Day is mostly Show & Tell Day for women.

Whether we are in relationships or NOT, we are forced to be shown and told about how great someone's man is to her because he bought her fill in the blank, showed he DOES listen to a single word she says by doing something romantic, creative, etc.

It's not that Valentine's Day is necessarily a woman's Show & Tell Holiday because men are given presents as well.

Valentine's Day in Japan is nicknamed "Chocolate Day." Basically, it is a man's Show & Tell Holiday in Japan. What a twist!

Japanese females either buy chocolate candy, or custom make it for whoever they have a crush on and give them chocolate candy as Valentine's Day presents.

Females also give their female friends "obligatory chocolate." If you have ever watched Anime, you'll understand what I mean.

Then, March 14th is White Day. White Day is the female version of Valentine's Day.

Those, who were given chocolate, must do something special for females, who gave it to them. 

This could be a treat to an onsen (hot spring), or buy or do something special for them.

Regardless, singles and couples celebrate Valentine's Day. Japan is only celebrating it differently than in Western countries.

As an American woman, I take Valentine's Day personally. It's mostly because I'm constantly having to endure people intentionally pouring salt into my wounds.

The last guy I dated was 8 years ago. My last ex-boyfriend was a womanizing crooked cop. He committed hate crimes, loved playing highly offensive and deplorable pranks on people, and was a cheapskate.

I was matchmade to be with that loser mostly because my oversexed friend's boyfriend at the time, planned our blind date. I dated that scumbag for 3 months. 

He had ZERO respect for me because that womanizing crooked cop cared more about how he could strategize ways to get an ethnically ambiguous college girl drunk enough to have sex with him on his mind.

That piece of shit automatically assumed that I was a dumb and naive, slutty college freshman, when I was a senior and 2 years OLDER than HIM. 

During the 3 months of dating each other, he didn't even care about the fact that I was in the middle of enduring a severe menstrual bleeding disorder the night after I met him.

Luckily, I NEVER had sex with the creep, especially since he was NEVER the type of guy I would've EVER dated in a million years, had an unattractive personality and physique.

My highly oversexed friend's boyfriend wanted to play matchmaker and force chemistry between us. 

You can't force chemistry between 2 people. They either have chemistry, or they don't.

I'm convinced that womanizing crooked cop was a curse to my health before I graduated from Carthage.

Instead of him buying me anything for Valentine's Day, he was supposedly "working late." Then, 2 months after I dumped him, he told me about how he knocked up his fuck buddy, shacked up with her, and got married. I bitched him out.

Valentine's Day 2007, he felt the need to e-mail me and 3 other women about his new born daughter's baby pictures. 

I ended up sending him another angry message and blocked his ass.

I would've dumped that asshole sooner in 2006, but my highly oversexed friend kept begging me to give him another chance.

My crooked cop ex and several other exes are the driving forces behind me writing "All Of Chastity's Men." How's that for an Anti-Valentine's Day Story? There really should be more of them.