Iwas all set to once again bemoan the fact that nobody really seems to understand this place I'm at, and to a certain extent, well......The big point, first of all, is this; divorce is a different experience for women than it is for men. Understandably, in the vast majority of cases, wherein the mother has physical custody of any children, I'm quite certain being a single mom is it's own kind of hell. Having to be mother and father, explaining to children the best way you know how why you have made this earth-shattering decision that has collaterally affected them, and making sure, no matter what else happens, that there is always food on the table and a roof over everyone's head. Understand, I have no real sympathy for that whole matter in a lot of cases, because that's where the man who to this point in the relationship was the father comes in; no matter what he's been or done before, the pressure is now exponentially greater to be a breadwinner, or risk wearing the bracelets, so to speak, particularly in this day and age. As a punishment, this seems particularly psychotic; "if he won't pay money, we won't let him make money, by God....." If there have been no issues with his ability to provide, (or for that matter, his fidelity and commitment to the relationship, and don't give me the "all men are pigs" crap, no man is unfaithful by himself,) a man can STILL expect to get scre*ed when it comes to rights regarding visitation and custody. So on top of everything I might have to deal with with regard to dad, which plainly is just a side effect of a society which is growing older by the day, but which none the less is weighty enough on its own, no matter what I do, or how hard I work, a vast majority of my money ends up in the hands of the "Friend of the Court," by far the most egregious misnomer ever foisted upon society. And from everything I've seen, I'd be better off tossing said remuneration to the four winds. You still wanna look inside my head? Eh, you be the judge. I'm pi*sed right now, because at this point in my life, it is all about the Benjamins, and I seem to be mired in whole lot of nothing, progress-wise, because of what did end up in my lap, essentially through no fault of mine. I bought a van for example, purely in the name of proper providence, and I'm still saddled with having to pay for it, despite its having been repo'd eons ago. I'm sure I could cite other examples of what some might call the "no good deed goes unpunished" school of thought, but I'll shut up now. You get the point.

In other news, leave it to the French to begin marketing wine in an 8.5 oz. foil-covered box, complete with 4 straws. You guessed it, the juice box grows up. You had to know it was coming, there are way too many people out there with minivans, and no kids; had to have something to put in the juice box holders. Y'know, I just plain bloody wonder at times.........