Wow, my first blog!

Yeah Ok, so Nik finally enters the 21st century woohoo blabidy blah blah!  I know, it's about freakin' time.  Quite frankly the one person I hate talking — the one thing I HATE talking — is ME, so it's short of a miracle that I'm even here right now.  So what does Nik have to say?  What deems her worthy of her own blog? What she got to change the world?  ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!  Say I was inspired by my friend Beth and it is with her genius (yeah don't get a big head over there bitch) that I came up with the idea for this blog and thus christened it "Don't B Hatin'................Nik"  Well, I don't know if it's because of the fact I've hit 35 and getting old, but in the last couple months I've discovered a new sense of self-awareness.  I've been able to look as far back as even certain childhood events and have come to understand why I reacted to certain things in years past the way I did, and kind of how that has shaped the person I am now.  Even though I still don't have a freakin' clue who that is!  I'd like to think this is all coming about because, you know what they say, women reach their sexual "peak" at the age of 35.  I will just keep telling myself that the next time my hubby hounds me to put on a G-string, which I prefer to refer to as "Ass Floss."  I know some of you gals out there are with me on this one.  Anyway, my response to him next time will be, "I don't need to make me sexy for you, I'm already 35 BITCH!"  Just let it flow naturally.  So why "Don't B Hatin'"? Because naturally with age and more time to reflect on life's experiences you learn to hate more.  Wow, that just sounded good to me, I don't know about you.  But you don't have to be old or 35 to hate either.  Hell, 20-somethins do it every day: "Whatcha mean I gots ta add 2+9?  My laptop and iPad can do that but they just died!  Where's the easy button?" Yes be warned I'm a bitter "HATIN'" Generation X-er and like to put down Generation Y-ers as much as I possibly can.  It's an art form.  If you don't know what an Easy Bake Oven is, never came home from school to watch G.I. Joe and Transformers or never knew what it was to play with your Pound Puppies and sing along to the Get Along Gang song, then I HATE YOU!  You have nothing worthy to say to me.  And so....the hate has begun.  Listen, throughout the generations HATE has just gotten a bad wrap. You say I hate doing this...I hate my boss...I hate my job...I hate that it's cold outside...I hate that my co-worker won't wash his skanky salt-stained pants...The list can go on and on.  But if we tend to use the word "hate" a lot, we are condemned by some as being "negative."  Why ya gotta be so negative?  Can't you ever find something "positive" to say?  Why hate?  Cuz it's easy!  And we've been doing it since the beginning of time, so why should we have to fight it?  It's part of human nature — how we express ourselves.  Like you know, when Adam and Eve were over there in the garden playin' with each other's apples and God said, "Um don't be eatin' that!," and Adam replied, "Don't B Hatin'...God!  Just cuz you can't get no apples.  Just cuz you can't get your core on.  How 'bout them apples?"  And God pointed his pointer finger, started shaking it, and yelled, "That's not how you speak to your father young man, so you can go to hell!"  And thus instead of humans living in the eternal sunshine of the mind, we're stuck in this shithole: Earth!  Now that was the hate that started all hates ladies and gentlemen.  So truthfully, how can we NOT hate?  And you know who the best haters are?  Women!  Now guys, I'm not saying that to be sexist here.  We have to look at this from a historical stand-point.  For generations, women have been able to pass onto their children and children's children the art of BITCHING.  Yes, this BITCHING is the ultimate form of hate expression.  And only women have perfected it.  I can only imagine that bitching must go as far back as to when men used to hit their chosen lovers over the head and carry them by the hair to their caves.  "I just VO5 hot oiled asshole!" Day one: the first bitch.  Let's face it, besides beer (we'll have to get into that in another episode), what else do we have to make us feel better but bitching!  And what is bitching?  It's a form of complaining and why do we complain, because WE HATE!  So next time a man says something and it's considered a complaint, but a woman says the same thing and she's accused of bitching, don't be insulted galfriends!  It's actually who we are and what we do!   So I say the movement is this: It's OK to hate.  It's OK to be bitter.  Don't fight it, let it out!  There's lots out there to bitch about and there's lots to hate.  And the scary thing is: Some good things may come out of it, even if it's just the fact that we feel a little better.  That the monkey isn't weighing so heavily on our shoulders.  We're not promoting violence here.  We're not promoting any type of aggression whatsoever.  So if you need to bitch about something..If you need to hate?  Come right here.  We're here to listen and still not give a shit.  Bring it!  BRING IT!!!!!