Stop. What. You’re. Doing.

Yes, I know you’re busy. We all are. We’re women. But this will only take a moment.

*PINKY promise*

I’m conducting a study. A study about us.

“Why do you need to conduct a study about something you are?”

Because though we are all alike in many ways, we are also very different and I’d like to know how the majority of us think, be it differently or similarly. The intel I collect will be used for my research project so please, answer honestly.

Here’s the pitch.

Reasons Why Girls Go to the Bathroom in Groups

If you’ve ever had a “squad,” a “posse,” been out with a bunch of girlfriends, or even just enjoyed a night on the town with one of your besties, it’s a good chance you know exactly what I’m talking about. Hell, if you’re female, you know. We tend to go to the restroom in groups of two or more depending on who is with us at the time. Usually, the majority of the group just wants to fix their hair, makeup, and/or clothes while two or three tip toe to the stalls with full bladders, having had one too many cocktails.

Regardless of how you and your gal pals have used your personal time in the bathrooms, many people (I’m talking about men, here) have often wondered why we get so excited when one of us has to pee. I mean, we literally form a parade just to go to the house of the porcelain thrones for ten minutes. It’s no wonder the lines are so long. Men get in and get out and they never use the buddy system.  We’d take the whole damn female population with us if we could.

So why, ladies? Share with me your reason for taking group trips to the loo. Help me finish my research project. And to motivate you more, if you comment with why you do what you do, I’ll follow your blog as a way of saying thanks, or returning the favor such as a virtual passing of a tampon, if you will, on those days when your stock has been depleted.

Let’s see what you’ve got.



It’s Not Orange

“What’s your favorite color?”

I can tell you mine.

I can tell you it isn’t the typical red, green, blue, yellow, purple, pink, black, or orange.

I can tell you it is definitely different. It isn’t something you describe in one word but rather many.

I can tell you I don’t have just one and that it changes depending on my mood and the kind of day I’m having.

I can tell you that if I had to answer with a simple word, a basic color, I would say purple. For material possessions, gifts, trinkets, paint… Purple.

I can tell you that for all else my favorite color(s) goes deeper than that of when someone is wanting to know because, for example, it’s my birthday and they are trying to pick out the perfect card.

I can tell you my favorite color is the outpouring of thick, warm, amber light that floods the windshield and every exposed surface around me when the setting sun stops and dangles just above the horizon as I drive home from a long day of work.

I can tell you my favorite color is the rush of summery-sweet, strawberry blood running down your chin that gushes out as you sink your teeth into the juicy flesh of the field-fresh fruit.

I can tell you my favorite color is found when you’re submerged under the cool, emerald Carribean as speckles of a bright sunshine peek through the water’s surface.

I can tell you my favorite color is the dazzling variety of amethyst stone so scrumptious to the eyes it would be devoured by mouth if declared edible.

I can tell you of many colors you never knew existed.

I can tell you of a world so amazing, so taken for granted, so marvelous, so vast. A world full of hues and luminosity and blush deserving of lengthy description instead of a single, lazily worded name.


I can tell you it is the world we live in.