Chitchat

Dictionary.com defines chit as a few things but this is what I'm used to it referring to:

chit2 (cht) Pronunciation Key
n.
A child.
A saucy girl or young woman

Interestingly enough, the term apparently comes from the hindi word "cit" (pronounced the same way as chit) which means "pure consciousness". You know those Brits though, tomato, tomato (I guess this analogy doesn't work in writing. oh well, I hope you know what I mean).

Chitchat is defined as:
n.
Casual conversation; small talk.
Gossip

Sorry if you were hoping for gossip, you might want to save yourself the time and move on to another blog.

I was talking with one of my MySpace friends to day, Darrell, he lives in England. I also started reading another "romance" novel.... which is to say, totally unoriginal smut. This one is called "An Invitation To Sin". It has the usual stuff. Set in London with the "season", parties, people with titles of nobility and what that means they can and can't do, including but not limited to total smut. The guy in the book keeps calling all of these fauning women of age "chits". Not an unusual term to be used when the guy is a "rake" from the London ton. Suddenly it occurs to me "chit" must have something to do with "chitchat" and as usual, I'm off to the dictionary to uncover the truth. Something I already knew... I was right. Although it's hard to lay claim to being right about something when the only two people you have to brag to just turned two months old yesterday. I hate to admit it, but as much as I love them and as totally wonderful my two kids are, my cat still has more personality than they do. In my children's defence, they are getting cooler by the day. They can finally track movement now, can roll over on to their backs and even occasionally make a noise that isn't crying. My son likes to make faces with his mouth and my daughter likes to make faces with her eyes/eyebrows.... but I digress...

I used to laugh whenever I heard the term "bastard". Like in this day and age, the worst you can come up with is "Hey, you're parents were unmarried when you were born, HAHAHAHA" or "Hey, you fatherless person". Personally, I think the only reason it's still considered a curse word is out of habit. My own impropriety aside, or even that of the woman who gave birth to me before giving me away, does anyone really sit around frowning at children who are born outside the confines of wedded bliss anymore?

The older I get the less I know but the more I understand. I read books like the one I'm reading or see a movie, whatever, that takes me back to a time when women had to struggle to prove they were worth more than their station in life, and more than their birth bearing hips. I wonder which character I would have been. Ten minutes dressed in garb in the SCA and you understand why women were thought to be utterly useless for the better part of nine thousand years. You can barely sit down and get up in a bodice let alone tie your shoes. Fainting couches weren't just for women with a penchance for melodrama, sometimes you truely just can't breath in those stupid things. So why wear them? OMG. The first time I put on a bodice, I was ready to yank the whole thing off in less than 5 minutes untill I turned around and saw 4 or 5 guys with their jaws on the ground. I'm not ashamed to admit that for the first time I was just as drunk with feminin power as they were goggy with masculine desire. God really did a number on them when "he" decided that blood can only travel to one head at a time. So basically, I turned around and nobody in the room could breath comfortably. Truth be told though, I wouldn't have felt drunk with power if they hadn't been giving me all the attention, so men and women have balanced the power scales a bit there. Their power being attention and mine (apparently) being something with which to be interesting enough to hold that attention (aka tits). It makes for a fun night out occasionally, but I think it would get pretty old pretty fast to try and maintain such an illusion. Besides, as much as the work your ass off to scrape a living type of life doesn't sound the least bit appealing, neither does being so taken care of that all there is left are, for lack of a better term, distractions. How many tea parties, bridge games, committee meetings and whatever else can one do with one's time before they feel like a chit?

Like a lot of people, when I'm sick, I wish to be taken care of. When I'm frightened I wish to have a comforting arm around me. It's not that I want a "sensitive" man in my life, it's that I don't want someone who's insensitive. As much as I would like to not worry about the big elephant sitting in the living room (rent, how to pay for it and everything else my children and I need for the rest of our lives), I don't think I could ever settle to being taken care of like a child (or a trophy wife/gold digger) for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only person who ever wonders about these things. With all these stories of White Knights, Cowboys, and other "rescuers", where can long term reality co-exsist and where is it forever separate?
Sure Eve got them kicked out of the garden for doing a con job on Adam by getting him to eat the apple, but what did she do to get him to eat it? And would the garden be all that great a place to be if they didn't eat the apple? ....no worries.... two grown adults being taken care of like children forever and ever and ever and....

When you look at a person, do you see their potential to make you feel happy, secure, free or do you look at them for what/who they are as an expression of human life? When you look at a rainbow, do you see wonder and pretty colors or are you too busy calculating where the pot of gold might be? God knows, I could sure use a pot of gold, unfortunately, I never can stop looking at the rainbows long enough to figure out where it is.

(*first draft. I'll do spell check etc later. Right now I got to feed babies)