Those of you (both of you) who have been following The Nittany Turkey for a long time know that an anonymous writer called “The Redhead” pops in here occasionally to spew her vivacious verbiage—as opposed to gregarious garbiage, which is what the Mouse and I spew—when she feels the need. Apparently, she’s decided that she’ll be feeling the need more often, and with greater specificity toward some of the issues directly affecting her and her circle of friends, for she has created a new blog of her own called Trails of the City.
The Redhead, whose hair has not been red for several years, now calls herself “pmrunner.” I should speculate on the meaning of that name, because—well, just because. She is a runner, so that part is obvious. She does marathons and half-marathons, so that could be the “M”. So, how about “perky marathon runner”? Nahhhh. That’s inane. If she ever heard me applying the term “perky” to her, I am certain that she would give me the tongue lashing I deserved. What, then? I thought about it some more and then, it finally struck me: “post-menopausal runner”. That’s got to be it. I mean, what else could it be?
If you haven’t experienced the prose of The Redhead (aka pmrunner), please give it a try. Although she has a Larry King obsession, that should soon abate as Larry fades into post-retirement obscurity in the fall. And, hey, don’t even mention Tom Cruise to her unless a barf bag is available. However, for the most part she writes about life experiences with which most of us can identify, with a wryly humorous touch and a dash of quasi-sarcastic cynicism. Here’s an example of something she wrote a while back about one of the top five things she despises dealing with medical issues:
Male gynecologists. Sorry, but I’m pretty sexist on this point. We still live in an era when male gynecologists think it’s okay to treat women’s hormonal issues with Valium and Xanax. Face it. You want to be a GYN because it’s the only true way you can act out your fantasies of domination over the female form and get paid big bucks to do it (other than direct porn films). If you want to be a doctor and you like dark, cavernous spaces, go to dental school.
This Turkey is not a professionally licensed gynecologist, just a hobbyist, but if the reader is a male gynecologist, he now knows what this possible ex-patient thinks of him, in no uncertain terms.
In her first post at her new location, pmrunner gives us this tidbit:
I had owned a Honda Civic for more years than I care to admit and after three summers of driving around with a broken a/c, I knew it was time for a trade-in. After scores of tests drives, it came down to going with another zippy little semi-sports car or a smallish sedan. The smaller car was peppy and a blast to drive. The sedan, well, it wasn’t that it was a bad ride, in fact, it was excellent. But it was so cushy and comfortable, so…old. Now I clearly understood the irrational need for the new Mustang/BMW M3/Porsche 911. It wasn’t about the car. It was about reassuring yourself that you weren’t, pardon the pun, further along life’s highway.
Uh-huh. I have an M3. My license plate reads “M3 GEEZR”. ‘Nuf said.
If you want to check out The Redhead’s corpus of work on this site, just select “Redhead’s Reality Rants” from the drop-down Category menu at right. Please be certain to visit her new site, Trails of the City, too. It is a work in progress, but you’ll love the stories. Someday she might even finish the Larry King saga!
Red, best of luck in your new venture, and you know your rants are always welcome here, too!