Dear Sandi: Is Meat and Romance a Porn Site?

Well, aren't you looking fabulous! Better than me, no doubt. I'm not

a proverbial chirpy and chipper "morning person" but I've decided it's time to challenge myself. To spread my early-bird wings. And so, I'll be brightening your every morning with tidbits of whatever brilliance has floated through my head during the previous twenty-four hours. Things

I could imagine adding sparkle to your day today. (Unless illness, an act of God or an unusually steamy date with Netflix [or an actual human being]

the night before intervenes.)

Confusing? Oh dear. I hope not!

So in this, my first official early-bird communique, I've chosen to get

your day off to a radiant and cheery start by explaining what my luscious

new website "Meat and Romance" is all about.

I suspect at this juncture the wheels in your beautifully coiffed head are spinning with titillating questions such as:

"Dear Sandi ~

Why did you choose this name?

What were you thinking?

Do you realize it might sound, to some people. like a porn site?

(and most importantly)

How will Meat and Romance enhance my already amazing and fabulous life?"

#1. For all of those thinking I chose the name "Meat and Romance" because I have a filthy mind centered upon virile young men, or an all-consuming passion for prime rib, allow me to put your minds at ease. The name actually came from a booklet I stumbled upon whilst performing some vintage treasure-hunting-therapy (note: I am already copyrighting this phrase, but thank you for thinking of sharing with me that I should. How thoughtful of you!)...shortly after my dear vintage-loving husband, Drew, left me. And by left me, I mean DIED. (And Darling, let me assure you ~ he'd absolutely love the name Meat and Romance!). It was a booklet about

a little educational movie put out by the American Meat Industry and a Home Economics organization...giving advice to a young housewife on how

to prepare a variety of meat dishes for her husband's supper.

Housewife? Husband? Supper? As you may suspect, I was smitten.

The cover design was delightful and the content was ridiculously amusing.

I knew immediately that it would be a source of much future creative inspiration. And so, I have kept it safely hidden within the bosom of my home for the past fifteen years ~ even as my home and my life has continued to change dramatically. Because no matter where we roam, we must continue to hold close that which we cherish.

#2. It's just f*cking weird. And it's fabulous. There. I've said it.

I hope the use of an expletive this early in the day hasn't shocked your delicate system. But it's true ~ that's much of the reason I fell in love with the name. I mean, Meat and Romance? What could that be? It conjures

wildly diverse and occasionally unsettling images and sets ones'

imagination ablaze. It could be almost anything! From a naughty movie

to a scrumptious restaurant to a spiral-bound cookbook put out by your grandmother and her single lady-friends' church group. It doesn't have to mean ANYTHING. Aside from that, I feel strongly that in this day of over-sharing...mystery can be quite delicious.

#3. I am passionate about womanhood. And have a fascination with our history. More specifically, with all things "traditionally" considered womanly, house-wifey and home-sweet-home-centric (cooking, handiwork, gardening, housekeeping, decorating, soiree-throwing, coquetry, marriage, child-rearing, well-being, feminine protection, etc) as witnessed via the vintage artifacts that lurk about at yard sales, antique stores, thrift shops and in your Aunt Mabel's basement. I consider myself a treasure huntress...an archeologist of sorts. I have the God-given ability to find an entire day's worth of entertainment in one vintage edition of Woman's Day magazine. I can dissolve into tears of laughter looking at old sewing patterns for men's short terrycloth bathrobes or a book containing L'eggs plastic panty hose container crafting instructions.

Part of this is because I find these artifacts of women's pre-feminist plight as hausfraus, "good girls" and slaves to societal rules of womanly etiquette to often be hysterically humorous...something that runs in direct contrast to the horror I simultaneously feel at the fact that women were once judged (and often still are!) by the tidiness of their homes, the teeny-tiny-ness of their waists, the state of their eyebrow hairs, and how quiet and repressed they could keep their children.

Being a woman who chooses to look at the bright side of life and attempts to find humor in even the most dire of circumstances (as evidenced by the fact that I am still here typing from my sofa rather than a bed in a mental facility after my history of personal loss and grief), I of course focus on the humor as a way to combat the seriousness. Although don't think for a moment that the two cannot co-exist and that I wouldn't participate in a good women's rights march. (Albeit with a witty sentiment on a hand-embroidered sign, perhaps.)

Whether I'm channeling the spirit of a feminist who crocheted potholders by cloak of night in 1969 or a Catholic housewife who secretly penned pro-abortion letters to the POTUS (he's another subject entirely, Dearest!)...whatever the precise reasons for how I am...I was most likely born this way. Also, please take into account that I spent the bulk of my formative female years in the 1960s and 70s...with a mother who was Martha Stewart before Martha Stewart WAS Martha Stewart. I was dropping out of Girl Scouts because of their disappointingly low standard set-point for earning a cooking badge (I will share the trauma of my Rice Krispies Treats experience at a future date), and watching the Vietnam War on television whilst crafting walnut shells into Christmas ornaments with Martha. I mean my mom. Louise. So that probably led to some basic inner confusion.

(As an aside ~ because I do love a good aside ~ I will share that

I vividly recall the winter's day that my fourth grade sisters and I were finally emancipated and permitted to wear pants to school. Of course it had to be a pants "suit." After I was a grown women, I was disturbed by the realization that we had been forced (pre-fourth grade) to brave the cold northern New Jersey suburban winters in mini-skirts and cute little dresses. But I also had to admit that I loved that the progress in female liberation had led to a coordinated pants suit, and not simply jeans and

a Partridge Family t-shirt. The chasm in my belief systems runs deep, clearly.)

#4. I had to choose SOMETHING to focus upon. Even though we all know that bragging is not ladylike (just seeing if you're awake!), I must share that I come up with ideas for new websites, blogs, books, projects, products, socially significant endeavors, jubilant events, amusing tidbits

and life-enhancing shenanigans on a daily basis. The inside of my head is like the scene in the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy is on her bicycle with Toto. It's a swirling tornado of flying objects and creativity in there. And sometimes, it's not pretty. Perhaps it is undiagnosed ADD...perhaps it's some other disorder outlined in the DSM-5. Whatever the reasons for my multiple passions, I viscerally shudder at the idea of branding myself. And really Sweetheart, branding is for cattle. And even they do not wish to be branded. (Ask Elsie, our spokes-person. I mean cow.) That being what it is, a wise woman recently urged me to "Put a stake in the ground!"

And so, without further ado...I happily and willfully plant my "steak"

here on Meat and Romance terra firma.

MOO.

So there you go. The mystery of "Meat and Romance" is solve-éd.

As inspector Clouseau would say. Love it. Hate it. Share it. Delete it.

Subscribe. Unsubscribe. If you do not love to laugh, cannot laugh at life or yourself, or our general human foibles and predicaments...you will probably need to travel elsewhere for your daily camaraderie and sustenance.

For the rest of you...Welcome Home!

My heart-felt intention is to bring joy, juicy tidbits and/or deep thoughts to your day. Thereby making my day more joyful, as well.

(Because utter selflessness and martyrdom is not healthy, My Love!)

I wish for Meat and Romance to make you smile...to make you laugh...to make you ponder. To assist you in navigating life's little inconveniences, triumphs and tragedies. And most especially, to inspire you to get up and go out into this miraculous and oft-times seriously depressing world and create anything from a mild ripple to a full-on ruckus.

My deepest desire is to be given the opportunity to enhance your life. And to provide you with ways to enhance the lives of all those that you know and love. (Or know and don't love, yet wish to inspire nonetheless...

because, well, you're fabulous!) And if you are still with me and have made it to the end of this missive, I thank you for joining me on this new journey. And I invite you to SIGN UP FOR MORE.

Now put on the robe that matches that negligee, heat up that coffee pot, and have a glorious day, Darling!

A tender adieu ~

Sandi xo

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