The Whole Transgender Bathroom Thing

transgender bathroom signThere has been a lot of uproar online about new transgender bathroom laws in some states that would allow anyone to use any public restroom based on which gender they identify most closely with. So if you’re a man who identifies as female, you can use the women’s restroom and vice versa.

I realize that my view on this is not popular and this post may garner a lot of negative responses. For that reason, I’m going to disable comments, because I’m not writing to prompt an open discussion. I’m writing to get this off my chest, and I don’t feel like dealing with people who will likely want to curse me for simply expressing my opinion. Just thought I’d put that lil’ disclaimer here so you’re aware before you continue reading…

People say that transgenders should be allowed to use the restroom of their choice. And to that I say, “fine.” I have no problem with a person who is really a transgender using the restroom labeled with the gender with which they most closely identify.

People also say that these laws will not result in higher rates of sexual assault, rape, and abuse by sex offenders and pedophiles. To that I say, “do you have children?” And for that matter, “have you or your children ever been victims of sexual abuse?” If your answer is no, then please shut your mouth.

As a soon-to-be mom of 2 (one girl), I do not feel comfortable with someone who is anatomically male using a women’s restroom. I don’t care what they say as far as what gender they believe they should have been born as. Actions speak louder than words people. When did we lose our freaking common sense as a nation?

This is a threat to our safety, and it can very well lead to abuse by sex offenders. It already has in some places. Not to mention, there are registered sex offenders heading up the political efforts to pass these laws! Um… HELLO??????

I’m sorry, but I am not okay with someone who has a penis being able to look through the cracks of a bathroom stall and mine or my daughter’s vagina. And you shouldn’t be either.

I’m not saying that transgenders shouldn’t have equal rights, however, so hear me out.

If you’re anatomically a male who truly identifies as a female, then stop complaining like a whiny little bitch about equal rights, and go have a sex change. If you really think you should have been born a woman, then go become one. Until you actually have a vagina, I don’t care what you say. I don’t care if you dress up in drag and wear makeup. You cannot simply open your mouth and say “I’m a woman” and walk into a woman’s restroom unless you’ve had the surgery to prove it. Put your money where your mouth is, and then I’ll believe you. As long as you don’t have a penis to assault women with, I don’t care if you use my restroom.

Now, I know there are instances of same-sex assault, but it’s far more rare, and I feel way more comfortable with people who are anatomically similar to me using the restroom I use. And I have every right to speak my mind here and to argue that states either build transgender restrooms or require anatomical proof before simply allowing men who say their women but still have a penis to share a public restroom with my family.

I understand that people who are truly transgender are not the ones who will abuse this law. It’s the creepy male sex offenders who like to prey on women and children who will. If we simply allow someone who says they identify with a certain gender to enter any restroom of their choice without anatomical proof, we are putting people in danger, all because these whiny transgender bitches want to create an uproar over “equal rights.” Give me a freaking break people. Our country has way bigger problems to worry about… This isn’t about transgender people having equal rights. This is about non-transgender people who will take advantage of this new law in the worst way possible and we’re just opening the door to it, all in the name of “equal rights?” What about a woman’s right to privacy and safety? That goes out the door as soon as a penis walks into a woman’s restroom. I don’t care what that person says about their gender. If they truly identify as a woman, then they need to prove it.

Cut your balls off, and then we’ll talk. That’s all I have to say for now. Thanks for putting up with the rant.

How to Find a Reliable Car Locksmith in Charlotte NC on a Budget

If you’ve ever locked your keys in your car, I’m sure you know how much it SUCKS. I was in this very predicament a few nights ago, and it’s a pretty good story so I figured I’d write about it and tell you how I found the best auto locksmith Charlotte NC (or any state ever, for that matter) has to offer, and how he pretty much saved my fucking life.

So, first, my keyless remote stopped working and I had to use my key to unlock my door when I got out of the yoga studio on Saturday morning. It’s such a pain being used to pushing a button and having to go from that to actually putting the key into the keyhole, but whatevs… (I know, I know… #firstworldproblems, right?) I suppose it could be worse…

Anyway, I was driving around all day with no issues whatsoever. Then I went to pick up a friend that evening, ’cause we had tickets to a play at Blumenthal Performing Arts Center uptown. We went to eat first at this fancy schmancy restaurant in the city (a Brazilian Steakhouse called Chima) and I used the valet service so we wouldn’t have to worry about parking and walking too far.

The food was amazing which made it much easier to accept the fact that somehow, the valet ended up locking my keys in the car. When we left Chima, we walked straight to Blumenthal to see the play. When we got back to Chima we went to the entrance where the valet was standing, and he started looking for my keys but couldn’t find them…

I’m thinking to myself, oh shit. What now? Did I mention also that my friend was very, very, VERY fucking pregnant? Yeah. Like 42 weeks and ready to POP. Her doc said that if she didn’t go into labor by that Sunday she’d have to be induced.

Well, lucky her, because—yeah, you guessed it—her water broke. Right there on the sidewalk. Right as we were figuring out that the valet didn’t have my keys because he locked them in my fucking car! My reaction went something like this…

She needed a ride to the hospital STAT, and we were his last car before he punched the clock and went home, so he offered to drive us there. Nice guy, right? Of course at the time, I’m thinking, “yeah, you better drive us to the hospital. It’s the least you can do after all this… and when this is over, you better call us a locksmith and foot the bill for him to unlock my car too…”

He did all that and more… and he apologized profusely, which I appreciated.

Oh, and we’re going on a date next weekend. 🙂

Told you it was a good story! Anyway, on to how I found the best locksmith in the city. It’s really very simple: first, I consulted my good friend Google.

Apparently, there are lots of scammers in the locksmith industry. I didn’t know this at first, but I’m big on research and was hesitant to call the first website I visited on my phone. We had some time to kill at the hospital, so I called a few different places, and they all quoted me outrageous prices. So much so, I even considered having my car towed to a dealership to get it unlocked. As soon as this guy picked up the phone, I had a really good vibe. He was very nice and honest about how long it would take him to get to the restaurant where my car was parked, and he didn’t seem upset that we called him in the middle of the night. I told him he could take his time since we were at the hospital anyway.

My friend had her baby pretty quickly. Only 3 hours of active labor, which started very soon after her water broke around 11 p.m. Little Sam was born at 2:16 a.m. and we got to meet him before driving back to my car to meet the locksmith. (Isn’t he cute?)

Baby Sam, born at 2:16 a.m. on Oct. 18, 2015

When we got back to my car, Mike (the locksmith) unlocked it within 10 minutes and even made me a new keyless remote for the price of FREE, which I was not expecting. He was awesome, and SO nice. (Did I mention that already?)

Moral of this story: if you’re ever on a budget and you’re looking for a locksmith in Charlotte NC, don’t bother looking too hard—just call Mike over at Car Keys and he’ll hook you up!

Signs It’s Time to Invest in a New Roof


JFK once metaphorically stated “The time to inspect your roof is when the sun is shining”. He could not have been more correct. I learned this the hard way, though… I wish I had either heard this proverb earlier or just had the common sense to schedule annual roof checkups from roofers Charlotte NC. It would have saved me a lot of hassle.

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No time like now to contact roofers in Charlotte

Your roof is your front line of defense against the elements all year long. It takes a severe beating from rain, sun, wind and snow; hence it is crucial to replace worn out, broken or missing tiles and shingles immediately. Luckily, fall is the best time of the year to inspect your roof. This way, you have ample time before the snow, sleet, and hail. The last thing you’d want is to be exposed to the harsh cold should your roof need structural repairs during peak winter. So, taking a good look at your roof is best recommended during late summer or early fall. If there are missing shingles or water damage, good a Charlotte roofing company can quickly spot fix these issues and prevent larger problems. In fact; annual inspections can save you tons of money.

I am a single woman, so it is not possible for me to climb up on my roof and inspect it myself. As a result, my roof had been subjected to a lot of damage and deterioration thanks to the elements. I naturally had to enlist the help of a roofing company and the replacement and repairs took weeks. These burdensome issues could have easily been avoided had I been more aware of the following telltale signs of roof damage:

  • A couple of winters ago, ice dams formed on my roof. This caused some damage to the foundation of my home and its walls. (Ice dams get formed when icy rain water blocks the gutters leaving no room for the melting snow water to go.) I wish I had had the wisdom to getting my gutters cleaned. Summer and fall leaves and other debris had choked and clogged my drains up. A good Charlotte roofing company could have easily nipped this problem in the bud.
  • Sometimes, shingles tend to curl or buckle. This is another surefire sign of roof damage. If you’re ever in this situation, get these problematic shingles replaced quickly. Do not procrastinate.
  • Look for leaks inside the home as well. If you find that your newly painted walls are bubbling, warped or appearing swollen, then water seepage is most likely coming from your roof. Do investigate every damp spot there is and have it fixed immediately. Small leaks quickly grow into larger ones, so make sure you do not ignore them.
  • Also do not ignore the age of your roof the way I did. If your house is older than 15 to 20 years, it is time to have your roof inspected. Depending on the roofing materials used, it may be that they are at the end of their lifespan.

Last but not the least, do not consider roof inspection and roofing repairs as unnecessary expenses, but as essential investments. Not only will a shiny, brand new roof add to your home’s curb appeal and value, it will also give you peace of mind.

What I’m Gonna Do When I’m Making Millions


This is a contribution from Whitney Smith, out of Los Angeles, CA. Whitney has dreams and goals that we fully support here at Popsquire. If you like what she has to say, leave a comment below with some words of encouragement!

Office Space is one of my favorite movies of all time. I used to work at an office in a gray cubicle, so I know all about it. Actually, one day, our office held a “smash the copiers” party where they took a bunch of old copy machines outside and let everyone smash them with baseball bats. Good times…

Boy did I hate gray cubicle land though. And the place I worked at was Office Space to a “T.” We were able to find an employee in our building that fit the personality for just about every character in that movie. If we had decided to do an Office Space theme for Halloween, people probably would have mistaken our crew for the actual movie crew.

What am I doing now, you ask? Not working in gray cubicle hell, that’s for sure. I work from home now, doing lots of different things. Mostly just trying to stay alive, but my goal is to build up a lucrative residual income, somewhere in the millions-of-dollars-per-year range. And when I achieve that goal, there are a few things I’m planning to do. Just about all of them are atypical for someone with millions of dollars. Such as…

1. I will live in a normal-sized house. I will not buy a mansion. I plan to keep my family small – 2 or 3 kids, max. Why the hell would I want to live in a mansion with a couple of toddlers running around? They’re liable to get lost in a house that big. Not only that, there’s a lot more territory for them to destroy. I can see it now. Poop smeared on the walls over the drawing they just finished with the crayons I tried to hide from them the day before. They’re smiling at me with guilty eyes while our dog eats play dough off the stained carpet. Gross.

Seriously though, millionaires waste so much money on shit they don’t need. Pimping out cribs that are way too big for any normal-sized person to live in. The most pimping I’ll do is installing a concrete kitchen island that my husband will appreciate being able to cook for me on. 😉 (By the way, that link was a shout-out to my buddy Adam. He owns his own concrete biz and is awesome at what he does, so if you need a concrete countertop contractor, give him a call and tell him I sent you!)

2. I will travel the world. I’ve only been outside the U.S. twice. Sad, isn’t it? I want to spend at least a month in Europe. Fiji, Tahiti and Hawaii are also on my bucket list (though not necessarily in that order.) I’d also like to go to the Maldives and St. Lucia if time permits. And if I’m making millions, it will.

3. I will start a non-profit organization of some sort. Not sure what it’ll be yet, but I do have a goal to do something beneficial for those less-fortunate, especially homeless people in my city. And I don’t mean some bullshit non-profit that doesn’t really do anything. I want to make an actual difference in the world. Or at least in the city of Charlotte.

4. I will help someone else build their dream. If I succeed at building my own business and build the life of my dreams, the least I can do is help someone else do the same, right? I’m already on a mission to start doing that now, but it’s a little more difficult. People don’t trust you until after you make it. Until then, you don’t have much credibility. So I’m going to focus on me for now, but as soon as I get in a comfortable place where I’m really moving forward, I’ll help someone else do it too.

5. I will pay off my debt and take care of my parents. They did so much for me when I was younger, and I know that if they could, they’d pay off my debts for me. But unfortunately, they aren’t in the greatest financial situation right now, which is another reason why I’m trying to succeed at building my own business. I have lots of debt that I need to pay off, and once I’m stable again, my ‘rents will be taken care of, fo’ sho’.

The best part about becoming a millionaire will be never having to work for someone else again, especially in gray cubicle hell. I was pretty determined to get out of there. The next step is to make sure I never have to go back.

Wish me luck…

My Thoughts on the Double Mastectomy Trend

According to, about 1 in 8 US women (about 12%) will develop invasive breast cancer over the course of her lifetime.

This is a guest post from an aspiring holistic doctor who has chosen to remain anonymous, due to the strange deaths of holistic doctors that keep occurring across the country. She has very strong opinions on conventional medicine and plastic surgery, and has decided to share her views here. Please be respectful in the comments, or yours will be deleted!

That’s a pretty staggering statistic, considering I run into at least 8 different people every day just by running errands. Is it gonna be me, or is it gonna be you?

Hmm… I don’t know. But I have an idea! How about I go cut off both boobs and get new fake ones, just in case? You know, ’cause my chances of getting cancer are pretty good. It runs in my family. My grandmother’s sister’s aunt’s cousin had it and she died at age 42.

Angelina Jolie did it. So it must be cool, right?

Um… no thank you.

Seriously people? What the hell is this world coming to??? We’re now cutting off our breasts on the off chance that we might develop cancer because according to my search on, one of my relatives from 1856 died from it. It has literally become trendy to get a double mastectomy for pretty much no reason at all.

We’re talking about major plastic surgery here. That shit ain’t no joke. We’re talking about losing a major erogenous zone for many women. We’re talking about losing something that enables us to sustain the life of a newborn baby, all on the off chance that maybe, just maybe, I could die of cancer?

By the way, did you know that breastfeeding lowers your risk of developing breast cancer significantly, especially for women who do it for at least one year?

Alternative remedies? Lifestyle changes? Prevention through diet, exercise and herbal supplements? Pfft. Why would I try that when I can just cut off my boobs and be done with it?!

Is this really how women are thinking in our day and age? Unfortunately, yes. And I find it sad, sick, and downright disgusting.

Bash me all you want for writing this post. But seriously, there are much better ways to prevent becoming another statistic like the one above.

And, if you were to develop cancer, what the hell ever happened to kicking its ass? What the hell ever happened to the idea that we are strong enough to kick cancer to the curb? That we can beat it if we catch it early enough and if we at least try? If you’re so fucking scared, then just go get a goddamn mammogram once a year – or hell, 4 times a year if you’re that fearful – and make sure you catch that shit early before it spreads.

I get it. No one likes to go through chemo. I personally know breast cancer survivors who have gone through it, and it is hell. You lose your hair. You feel like shit. You’re tired all the time. You’re sick all the time. Pile all that on top of the fact that you might die after it’s over anyway, and the thought of going through chemo sounds like a really stupid idea. But does that mean cutting off your boobs just so you won’t have to go through it is suddenly a really good idea?

Somehow, as sad as it is, many of you are reading this and saying yes! And if that’s you, can I just shake you for a minute?

You don’t have cancer yet! And you might not even get it! Your chances of getting it, according to the statistic above are pretty high, but so are your chances of getting any other type of cancer. What’s next – are we just gonna start killing ourselves to avoid getting sick?

Don’t answer that.

Bottom line, if you’re seriously thinking about cutting off your boobs, at least consider that the real reason for doing so is that you want bigger fake ones, okay?

Pixie Me Rollin…


This is a guest post from Gwen Payne, a short-haired gal out of Dallas, TX. Thanks, Gwen, for your fabulous insight!

I started growing out my pixie cut after having a baby one year ago. 3 months in, I thought I’d be funny and start a social networking support group for girls with short hair. It blew up pretty fast, so now I’m entertaining the thought of building a blog that will serve as a resource for girls with pixie cuts who are looking for style tips, grow-out tips, product recommendations, etc.

I threw around a couple of domain names. Hubs suggested “” It’s not the one I went with, but the more I say it, it does have a nice ring to it. Right?

Pixie Me Rollin’. Maybe when I get famous, I’ll chop off my hair again, buy that domain, and use it as my personal brand website.

All my fans can pixie me rollin’ in a chauffeured black car. We’ll travel the country doing charity concerts. We’ll rent a hotel room and buy dinner for the homeless guy who’s begging on the corner outside the venue. We’ll talk to him about his hopes and dreams and figure out a way to help him get back on his feet.

It’s one person, but that person is significant. His life matters. Everyone’s life matters. He should experience joy and peace and grace, not because he deserves it (none of us do), but because his creator wants to give him that. We’ll share that good news and help him put together a plan and budget that’ll take him from street to sleek in one year or less.

Those are the kinds of things I dream about. I bet Tupac dreamed about stuff like that too. Just sayin’ ;).

I’m not on the streets, but I did recently move back in with the rents so I could save money and build my dreams. Hubs and I gave ourselves one year to do it. And believe it or not, this blog is one of the tools we’re using to help us get there.

It’ll be fun to look back at this post one year from now and compare where we are at that point to where we were when I wrote it. Until then… just pixie me rollin…

Welcome To Our Website…

Popsquire was kidnapped. We bought this domain because we really liked the name. As a group of influencers who happen to enjoy living vicariously through pop stars (not really), this seemed like the perfect fit.

That said, we’d like to welcome you to our site. There will be more to come very soon, but for now, please feel free to take a look around, and if you’re interested in becoming a contributor, send an email to with your pitch. If we like it, we’ll be in touch!

In the meantime, this will be our place to write about the things we care about. We’ll share stories (mostly celebrity gossip), life lessons, ideas, practical tips and tricks, and whatever else comes to mind. Hopefully, we can begin to make a collective difference in the blogosphere, and eventually, the world.

‘Til then, take care…