Are You Freaking Kidding Me: Woman Tattoos 152 Facebook friends on her arm

We at Freaking Kidding Me love our Facebook friends as much as the next guy, but perhaps not this much. A woman in the Netherlands has tattooed all 152 of her Facebook friends on her arm. I’ve attached a video of the process, for those who’d like to check it out.

Pop Culture Inspiration: Beyonce

“I always pray that I just have one more week, but eventually it is what it is. It’s time to go there. It’s time to let it all out and do what you were born to do.”

~ Beyonce (from my blog Pop Culture Inspiration)  Beyonce was describing beginning her concert tour, but we all have that thing in our lives that always wanted to try but just never felt like that timing was right. Maybe its starting a business or writing a book. Maybe its starting a family or trying out a hobby. The lesson here is, there’s never a perfect time. Rarely do the stars and planets align just right to allow you to do the things you feel you’ve been destined to do. Sometimes you just have to step out on faith and take a chance. You have to be willing to try and realize that whether you fail or succeed there’s a lesson in that. The longer we wait for the perfect right time, the more time we waste. That valuable time we’re wasting is time we can be doing that thing that makes us happy. Life is short eventually we run out of time and we regret not taking action sooner. Today, I challenge you to go for it. Don’t wait. Take that first step today.

From Punkgirl to Naughty librarian: Walking the Runway of Life

 I share a special kinship with Madonna.

 Both of us are exhibitionists to a degree. Both of us are artists. Both of us feel strongly that sexuality can be a legitimate form of artistic expression (Only one of us has managed to become a millionaire as a result, bet you can’t guess which one).

 One thing I really admire about her is how she’s been able to reinvent herself so many times without losing who she is. I”m old enough to remember the “Like a Virgin” days of black-off-the-shoulder tees, capri leggings, and crosses, to the “True Blue” days of the short blond cut, to the Kabbalah days where she’s tamer, but still just as fierce.

 This came to mind recently because I love to reinvent myself. I change my look pretty often. I’ve read articles where people have said this means I’m unhappy with myself, but I disagree. Getting dressed and doing your hair is one opportunity we have all day to be artistic and creative. It’s the only opportunity some of us wage slaves get. To me it’s like getting to play dress up and assume different personalities every day. Its like being a supermodel on the runway of life every single day. You’ve got to strut it and work it out. Clothes should be fun not just functional. 🙂

 It also says that I’m not just a one-dimensional person. I’m a mulifaceted woman with many sides to me. What mood I’m in will determine what side of me you get to see today.

 My most recent fashion transformation went from a pretty extreme assymetic haircut (sort of pseudo-punk) to a long layers and a pair of ugly glasses. I was going for that whole sexy librarian look. I love the contrast of sexy and educated, because I definitely believe sexy is smart. So over the course of the past few months I went from punk to librarian chick with the change of a hairdo and some glasses.

 How about you? Are you a fashion chameleon or do you stick with good old tried and true? What are some of your favorite looks?

Diva and other words I freaking hate

 I haven’t posted to this blog in a really long time. It took something near and dear to my heart to get me to stop watching “Real Housewives of Atlanta” and “Jersey Shore” reruns and actually write a post.

 I think I’ve officially got my fill of the use of the word diva. I have a real problem with the oversaturation of it. Even more annoying is that the people who use it don’t realize its true connotation. It drives me insane when a woman calls herself a diva and thinks she’s giving herself a compliment. A diva is not a good thing, its basically just a nice way of saying you’re a bitch. We’re perfectly fine with someone saying we’re a diva, but the minute they call you a bitch you’re ready to fight someone. I don’t understand it.

 Here’s the ugly truth ladies: divas are demanding, pretentious, hard-to-please, insufferable, and unpleasant. They’re narcissistic and and they dont’ really care about anyone other than themselves and what they want. It’s gone from its previous connotation of a regal woman of status to this ugly version. The most troubling part to me is that there really is no male equivalent for this. There is no special word that describes a man that is demanding, pretentious, and hard to please. It’s just yet another example of low-key sexism in our society.

  On a sidenote: when I had this discussion with someone it brought up the subject of other words we feel are oversaturating our lexicon. My cousin hates the word swag. (I actually kind of like it). What do you all think? Is it ok to call yourself a diva? Are there words that you personally can’t stand?