Thursday, June 26, 2008

A Dubious Anniversary...

I wasn't going to comment about this, but with my twisted sense of humor urging me on I gave up the fight. On this date, 15 years ago, Lorena bobbed it with a kitchen knife and as she fled the home she had shared with her abusive, cheating husband, she threw the bobbed part in the field. Now at the time I couldn't decide what was more ironic.... the name Bobbitt or the removal of a good portion of the part that helped to convince her to change her last name to Bobbitt. Was this not a future foretold in the highest sense, if she had gone to a fortune teller or a seer would the have told her that she would become famous and then not tell her how she would gain her notoriety? Could she have dreamed that at the moment of whacking off the offending tallywhacker, a chorus of whoops and hollers erupted all across this nation and, hell, who knows, around the world, that women who had been abused, raped and belittled by their husbands, boyfriends or whomever yelled a collective "YES!!!" All those women who had thought about an action like that but didn't have the cajones (pardon the pun) now had their heroine. How many men, when they'd get to acting up, settled down immediately when they saw the raised eyebrow and heard spoken in a clear voice, "Remember about Lorena?... Like I said, I'm a twisted sister, but every time I hear the name Bobbitt, I can't help but chuckle a little perversly. Gentlemen, be kind to your ladies... you have to go to sleep sometime.

I'll try to get back to normal... tomorrow. Maybe...

Helen

6 comments:

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

You are funny. You may be a newbie blogger, but you sure fit right in!

Hallie

kim-d said...

I come to you by way of Hallisicle's WWoW (see above).

**chuckle*snort*chuckle**
I hadn't thought about the whole Lorena Bobb'dit deal in the longest time...so thanks for the memories of fun times. I remember thinking it was especially ironic that she lobbed the bobb'd appendage out the car window and into a field. Where searchers--men, I'm betting--had to rescue it. I am almost sure there was lots of one-eye-open-sleeping going on for some time after. Ahhh, the good ole days!

BWAHAHAHA...

Reddirt Woman said...

Hi, Hallie and Kim-d..

My sibs are probably groaning and saying, "Oh my God... somebody is encouraging her"... Thanks for stopping by and I'll see y'all at your place, too...

Jenny Girl said...

I came over from our weinerific friend, Hallie-how coincidental that your blog would be about one of the most famous "weiners"! Ha Ha...

Bina said...

Here via Hallie. This is SO funny! and yea, I've heard many women say, "I'll pull a Bobbitt on him!"

Too funny!

GingerJar said...

Here via Hallie. I too find the irony of Bobbitt bobbing it and lobbing it too funny.

I used to live in OK. Near Idabel. My great-granny came up the Trail of Tears...originally settled in Arkansas near Forrest City, then moved again (unwillingly) to Oklahoma. I would reconize that red-dirt anywhere!