I Love to Complain and Bitch. Therefore, I Vote!

It’s always fun to  bitch and complain about the weather. We’re justified. It’s too cold. It’s too humid. It’s too hot. It’s too muggy. It’s too gray.


Honestly, I think I complain about rainy weather more than any other kind!

But it’s ok because sometimes the weather, if not cooperating can ruin plans.

It’s a fact of life to complain about hair. My hair is too frizzy. My hair is too flat. My hair is too dry. My hair is too thin. My hair is too oily. My hair is falling out.

Is this the face of a hater

Trust me. Most hair days are NOT this good for me. I’m currently looking like a skunk because I need to do my roots…and my hair is frizzing……..

It’s ok because our hair is supposed to be our crowning glory…and after all the pampering and love and care we give to our hair—it just doesn’t behave. And it’s ok to complain.

That new recipe that you tried and just didn’t turn out well. It’s ok. Go ahead and bitch to high heaven.  You spent a lot of time working on that meal and quite a bit of money on the ingredients. Something went wrong and it could have been the writing of the recipe—perhaps instructions were not clear enough. You are justified in your complaints.

Crispy potatoes

Oops! I burnt the potatoes! Bonaparte was a bit upset–but I kinda like them this way! I ruined the recipe!

Those beautiful new shoes you have been coveting and saving up to purchase just so that your feet would look spectacular and your legs would be incredibly shapely in those higher heels are killing you. They are the most uncomfortable shoes you have ever purchased.  Definitely worth complaining about!

Vince Camuot booties

These shoes are comfortable for a couple of hours but all day and I would be dying! And complaining big time!

The asshole in the left-hand lane is talking on the phone and going slowly and won’t move over to the center lane.  Oh man—flip that guy the bird and curse him out. It’s validated!c6620268b9ef2741efe893db00db6bb0

Don’t even get me started………………..

You are on a crowded elevator and someone passes gas. Early in the morning. Go ahead and say something!  I would. I would complain by stating loudly “Oh. My. God. To the person who passed the gas—you couldn’t wait to leave the elevator and go to the bathroom?”


…and I would be the person to confront you. I don’t care who hears me!

I’ve complained about and returned meat that was bad, milk that had gone slightly sour, and makeup that didn’t live up to the promises made in the advertisements. I’ve even been tempted to bring a faulty tampon back to the store—but even I sometimes have boundaries!

For me, complaining is an art.  Bonaparte is amazed at my fine talent for complaint. He swears that I complain better than any of his native countrymen and women.

Can I only get good bread here

France–you have met your complaining match! THIS American can win an international complaining contest. And I can shrug with the best of them too!

However, I only complain when the complaint is validated.

That is why I vote.


Every. Single. Vote. Counts!

I despise most politicians because they lie. They all have personal agendas that have nothing to do with you or me.  They only want power and many of the elected officials, no matter what their party, abuse and take advantage of that power.


This asshole on the left wants more “family” time–but only for HIM and nobody else. The moron on the right is just vile.  Replacing Boehner with Ryan was going from bad to worse.   If we didn’t have  a certain “ilk” running congress, Ryan and his narcissistic puss wouldn’t be Speaker. Ugh.

Presently, it is my duty as an American, to try my best to make sure the bible-banging, self-righteous and fake Christians do NOT get elected into office.   Church and State need to be separated. My Hipster Jesus needs a godamn break!

Chartres. Cathederal. Jesus.

Look at that sad face on Jesus. Give the guy a break already. He wants no part of politics!

There are times when I vote for the winner and times when I vote for the candidate who lost the election.

It doesn’t matter though because I am validated in any complaint I make. I can bad mouth and yell and scream and huff and puff and blow the house in over the bad politics. I am justified because I voted.


Oh yes. I am just like that big bad wolf because I am so full of wind and hot air!

On election day, I make sure to vote. No excuses.  In these United States of America we are lucky enough to have the privilege of a democracy.  We are able to vote.

Some other countries’ citizens are not as lucky or privileged as we are.

Some people think local elections are silly and not worth their time of the vote—and these are the same people who will complain about members of local school boards and local politicians. But they aren’t justified in complaining because they didn’t vote! How can you complain if you didn’t vote? Isn’t that hypocrisy?

It’s sad.  Bonaparte and I were watching the local news earlier this evening in hopes to find out some of the election results.  Nothing was mentioned.  On the CBS affiliate or the NBC affiliate or the ABC affiliate. Nada. Nothing. However, there were more than enough feel-good news stories and too many medical stories.  But nothing about the local elections. The local news is nothing more than The National Enquirer for TV.


Local news is a joke–and all three networks should be ashamed of themselves for being too corporate and politically correct! I’m tired of feel good and  disease-of-the-day stories!

Listen. I hate to sound “preachy”, but all I want is a better world and place for our future children to live.  I don’t want any more wars. I don’t want any more troops losing limbs and life.  I don’t want the insurance companies to rule our lives.  I want my Social Security when it is due me.


As a hippie at heart, all I want is peace and love and happiness!

I want peace. And love. And happiness.  And the ability to eat massive amounts of cheese and chocolate and not gain an ounce.

Theoule. Geant. 2euro Cheese = 10.00 in the USA!

All this cheese and….

chocolate flow

Chocolate without gaining weight make me a happy camper!

So let’s do this—we have an important election coming up next year.  We gotta start thinking about this and if we want to complain we need to get out and vote.  I’m already complaining because in Montgomery County, PA, where I voted, only 26 percent of the voters made it to the polls. What was more important–watching reality TV?

Thank you for allowing me to vent and complain.   I feel so much better already! XOXOXO

I have “High Hopes”…and so does Frank Sinatra! XOXOXO

About Catherine

Far from perfect, but enjoying life as a non-perfect and flawed individual at 60 years young. I'm still wondering what I'll be when I grow up! The characters in my life's screenplay include my better half. He is a refined Frenchman who grew up in Paris and summered in St. Tropez. I grew up in Long Island and summered in Long Island. I am not refined. My three grown children are also a big part of my life. For their sake, they happily live where their careers have taken them! But I can still mother them from a distance! I write about the mundane. I write about deeply shallow issues. But whatever I write or muse about--it'll always be a bit on the humorous and positive side! It's all good!
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21 Responses to I Love to Complain and Bitch. Therefore, I Vote!

  1. Jane Billman says:

    My sentiments exactly …

  2. calensariel says:

    You tell it like it is, toots!!!

  3. Leslie Preston says:

    I don’t ride in crowded elevators ever. And now there’s another reason! I really did laugh out loud! And I agree that there’s a special place in Hell for the left lane slow drivers!!! What’s the matter with them?

    • Catherine says:

      Leslie. I really do not know who I despise more–the Duggar family or slow drivers in the left-hand lane. I think they are equal. Trust me you do NOT want to know some of the phrases that have come out of my innocent mouth when I’ve been on the Turnpike behind a slow left-lane driver! XOXOXO!

  4. Little Voice says:

    Love it…hopefully you have thousands of followers who will vote.

  5. spearfruit says:

    LOL, tell it like it is! Actually we need more people to complain! As always, love your posts. 🙂

  6. Miss Bougie says:

    Love the rant! Simply love it!!! What nationality are you again?!;)

  7. I loved the way you weave the point in! And I agree 100%…I vote so I can complain! 😀

    • Catherine says:

      Right?? There’s nothing worse than someone who complains about our politics then I find out they didn’t vote–I have a total FIELD DAY with people like that!! XOXO!

  8. Lula Harp says:

    Amen sista!

  9. junedesilva says:

    I do love your posts! They make me smile, laugh & think. As a Brit, I’ve always thought we are the best/worst at complaining and as for talking about the weather – it’s a national occupation. Don’t get me started about people who don’t vote. I remember when both my sons turned 18 & going with them the first time they voted. I felt proud that all the years of me banging on about the importance of using one’s vote hadn’t gone unnoticed. 😀 fancyingfrance

    • Catherine says:

      June–we Americans will even complain if the weather is too nice. Like today. It’s November 8th and it is still balmy and warm. I want the cold weather–then I’ll be able to complain about it being too frigid! And I know how you feel when you went with your sons the first time they voted. I felt the same way–and I love the political debates all my kids and I get into–and they are validated because they voted! XOXOXO!

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