I spent some time in the chatroom at SexyAds.com this week and happened upon a conversation several women were having about wanting to find a man because life was too hard on their own. After reading the screen for about five minutes I couldn’t contain myself any longer and told them that they were doing it all wrong.

All of the women involved were in their mid 30s to mid 40s and all had jobs. None were on welfare or unable to work. I asked them to tell me specifically how a man could make life better for them. In unison they all said a man would bring more money to the family bank account.

If I were a man that would make me throw up. I told them what they were saying was that it didn’t matter what kind of a person he was, just as long as he had a wallet to share.

Women need to care for themselves. If they don’t earn enough at their jobs to buy all they need, then start an online business on Ebay or get a paper route or bake things and sell them at the local farmer’s market.

What’s interesting to me is when I see a woman who happily takes care of her own affairs, that woman is most always capable of finding a really wonderful partner. She finds him because she wants him, not because she needs him. I know we all like to feel needed but not in the desperate way these women were talking about.

If they find a man who’ll take care of them, the risk is that he will also control them too. It’s the old “I make the gold, therefore I make the rules” routine.

My advice was for them to take care of themselves first, even if it meant having fewer luxury items, because they’ll have a fantastic feeling of empowerment.

This is a poster from 1919 just before prohibition in the US. Have a look at these fine ladies of the temperance league, will ya?

Seriously, would YOU quit drinking to go home to one of these? I’m a woman and they scare me, especially that one on the right in the front row. Imagine sidling up to one of them and asking for a kiss. You’d have to be drunk so they’d look a bit fuzzy.

I’m not sure why but quite a lot of men think women with large breasts are better in the bedroom department. I’m not sure where this idea comes from, but I suppose it’s that a lot of men find big breasts sexually desirable, therefore.. stupidly… those women must be better in bed. Wrong!!

Since I’m more than amply endowed, perhaps I shouldn’t say that but breast size has no more to do with sexual ability or enjoyment than penis size does in my opinion. Just as the size of the pencil isn’t as important as what you write with it, love bubbles come in all sizes.

While we’re on the subject of breasts, I was talking with a guy a couple of weeks ago who loves large breasted women. I couldn’t believe it when he told me that he really really enjoyed talking with a woman online.

“When we met in person I was so disappointed because she has such small boobs, otherwise she would have been perfect for me,” he said.

Huh??

I asked him if breast size was more important than being perfect in every other way and he said yes. He just couldn’t get turned on by small breasts. Okay, fair enough I thought, so then I asked him if he’d be in a position to help her have breast surgery if she was so inclined.

“Oh no,” he said, “I don’t want fake breasts, I only want real ones.”

So then, being the wonderful, kind, old lady person that I am, I said:

“You’re a fucking idiot. Here you have a wonderful woman who seems to care for you very much and the only thing “wrong” with her is that her breasts are smaller than you would like them to be. Are you perfect in every way? Is your dick big enough to make her happy? Wouldn’t you be much happier with a perfect woman who loved being smothered with little boobie kisses than with a big breasted woman that didn’t love you in the same way?

That dampened the conversation down a bit. Ok, it dampened it to the point that the conversation was soaking wet, and over. I didn’t care at the time but the more I thought about it the more I wondered how important it could be to his sexual satisfaction. If big boobs are what he needs to feel good, then who am I to say he’s an idiot?

I hope he thought about it. While sex and sexual gratification is really important to all of us, having someone who’s attractive, kind, sexy, respectful and fun is better. I think he should have sex with her and imagine that she has bigger jugs.

Maybe I’m full of shit.

Remember my post last year about Olive Riley, the world’s oldest blogger? She called herself the world’s oldest blobber, but any way you say it, Olive was an inspiration to us all.

Her last blog post talked about how she couldn’t shake the cough she had. On the 11th, Olive became seriously ill and yesterday at age 108, Olive died. I will miss her singing and her stories but she deserves a good rest after all those years of living.

“It was mind blowing to her,” her great grandson Darren Stone, of Brisbane, told AAP tonight.

“She had people communicating with her from as far away as Russia and America on a continual basis, not just once in a while.”

Olive had posted more than 70 entries on her blog - or as she jokingly labelled it, her “blob” - since February last year.

A teenage Granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with a see through shirt on and no bra. Her Grandmother throws a fit, telling her she was not to leave the house dressed in this fashion. The teenager told her gran, “loosen up Grams, These are modern times. You gotta let your rosebuds show.” Out the door she goes.

The next day the teenager comes downstairs and the Grandmother is sitting there with no shirt on. The teenager wants to die!. She tells her Grandmother that she has friends coming over and that is just not appropriate…

Of course this is a joke but now that I have grandchildren of my own and more importantly I’ve reached that “certain age” where women should act their age. I haven’t heard that from my own grandchildren but then I don’t get to see them all that often and they’re more interested in what presents I’ve brought for them. I suspect if I showed up wearing a see-through blouse or no blouse at all, they’d tell me to cover up!

I got the picture on the left from a designer’s runway show. Seriously, can you imagine going to Denny’s and seeing that blouse walk through the door?