Fuzzy_Logic

 I usually am on the opposite side of the fence on the topic of "Celebrating Myself" or "Celebrating Woman's Day" as I feel that women really don't need a day to celebrate them, what are we going to do the other 364 days of the year? Forget ourselves?!? But then, when you really think about it, it makes sense to set one day aside to indulge ourselves, give ourselves a tiny pat on the back for things accomplished, sacrifices made or just plain surviving in a country which is voted as one of the worst places to be born as a female.  Consider yours truly, most of the time these days I feel like I'm an octopus on roller skates, falling flat on my face every time. "Getting older and getting nowhere" seems to be playing on my mind all the time. The odds are stacked against my gender when it comes to age, as when women grow older they just become old hags but the unfair sex ( I am NOT talking about melanin here) become more distinguished, more sex...