Shit. I’m still terrible at blogging. Captain’s Log: Day 53 It’s been weeks since my last post. The natives are getting restless….
Anyway.. pondering how, despite the fact that I am open lover of the holiday season, it always feels like a stressful shit show. Finishing some grad school applications, doing the CLE for my law license (i’m a chronic procrastinator), picking up shifts at work, trying to get the shopping done, occasionally act like a functioning adult with a social life, and preparing myself for the ensuing shit-storm that will be family time over Christmas – i just feel a bit like i’m slowly sinking. I know, it’ll all come together and be fine in the end but right now, I’ve got that pit in my stomach and I feel like I’m hurtling down a hill, picking up too much speed.
And yet, I love Christmas. I think I love it more when I’ve got more time to enjoy it though. Next week should be better. Less work, pause on the grad apps, time to go to the Christmas fair and what not. And, this Friday, one of my favoritest people comes to town so that should be excellent.
What else? I’m avoiding the news. No time for anything bleak or depressing right now. My husband and dog are fantastic as always – endlessly loving and supportive. So, really, despite my bitching, things are good :)
Maybe I’ll even post something of interest to the general public soon. Maybe not.
Why, hello there.
I am a terrible blogger. However, I have been studying for the GRE and working two jobs so it’s at least a little excusable that everything else in my life has gone to shit, right? right?? But the GRE is over. Happy with my scores although we’ll see with the essays. That shit was unexpectedly easy and it threw me a little but hopefully my writing wasn’t too craptastic. If it was, we’ll just do it again. Life will move on. At least I now know that my overall scores are good enough for the schools I’m applying to.
Also, in case you live in a cave, it’s election day! Yay democracy. Although, not really because the electoral college system blows and elections keep getting more and more vitriolic and it is so sad that we’re still fighting for basic civil rights and isn’t it high time we had a multi party system that was effective and definitely high time we were legalizing marijuana and what’s with all the hate on women and i’m so sick of all the bullshit on facebook and can’t this day just be over. As long as it ends with the result I want. Otherwise – I demand a recount!! Just fucking with you. I voted for Ron Paul.
Hahahahahaha. No fucking way. Ron Paul is a clown.
There’s a Justin Bieber sex doll. Just-in Beaver. If it were my sister’s birthday – this would totally be her gift. Unfortunately, I’ll forget my next summer.
Also, in case you wondering, propitiate means to appease or win over.
And that’s all I’ve got for now. My brain is still unfrying and I’m trying to stop it from obsessing over application essays for at least another day or two and for now, to continue the focus on wine and cheese. Which reminds me, if you live in Chicago, the Pastoral Artisan Wine and Cheese Shop is the tits. Really super friendly staff and amazing cheese. Last night, the husband and i feasted on wine and cheese and crackers and it was perfect.
And college basketball season is upon us! Go Cats!!
And, go vote!!
After not giving a police officer found guilty of sexual abuse any jail time, Judge Jacqueline Hatch of Arizona (quelle fucking surprise) had the following to say to the victim:
Bad things can happen in bars, Hatch told the victim, adding that other people might be more intoxicated than she was.
“If you wouldn’t have been there that night, none of this would have happened to you,” Hatch said.
Hatch told the victim and the defendant that no one would be happy with the sentence she gave, but that finding an appropriate sentence was her duty.
“I hope you look at what you’ve been through and try to take something positive out of it,” Hatch said to the victim in court. “You learned a lesson about friendship and you learned a lesson about vulnerability.”
Hatch said that the victim was not to blame in the case, but that all women must be vigilant against becoming victims.
“When you blame others, you give up your power to change,” Hatch said that her mother used to say.
Fuck you, Judge Hatch.
Quelle Surprise. BSA decided to uphold their ban on openly gay scout leaders and scouts. I think it’s wrong across the board but especially as it pertains to the scouts themselves.
Per the BSA themselves: The Boy Scouts of America believes — and, through over a century of experience, knows — that helping youth is a key to building a more conscientious, responsible, and productive society.
You know, unless they’re gay. Don’t help the gay youths. And teaching acceptance/tolerance/love never leads to a more conscientious, responsible, or productive society. Not at all.
In my head I’m pretty sure I’ve assigned slavery to ‘something awful that used to happen but we know better now.’
Only that isn’t true and must be some kind of denial mechanism because there are regular news bits about slavery. According to one on msnbc today, 42,000 people were rescued from slavery last year. There are millions of slaves world wide. An estimated 20.9 million. Holy shit that’s a lot of people.
Which also means there are a shit ton of people involved in the capture, torture, trafficking/selling, not to mention those buying. Who the fuck are these people? How can there be such a large population of people without conscience? I can’t comprehend such a brutal world. And you know what? It’s because I’m fucking lucky enough to not have to.
But I should try and comprehend it precisely because I’m lucky enough not to have to. What good is it to be in a more fortunate position and then stick your fingers in your ears and sing to block out things that you don’t want to hear? It makes me no better than any of these other people. Maybe worse because I abhor such actions and desperately want to pretend that it is all fiction.
So. There appear to be a lot of organizations you can donate to. I am reluctant to recommend one until I’ve checked them out some more. Will get back to you.
Cynical aside: I’m aware that I want to assuage my conscience by throwing money at the problem, and that that is hardly a proactive move.
That pretty much sums it up.
Getting closer and closer to thirty – as in days away at this point – and I feel like my last great accomplishment was sometime in middle school.
Reality is that I have a very blessed life and that my whining is very over-privileged, middle class, white bullshit. Nevertheless, having one of of those days where you just think fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, what now?
And now for some random pics. Hey, at least I finally posted again.
US, take note.
You know, there is all kinds of shit that happens in the world. There are horrific things that countries to do their citizens, to each other. The world, humans, can be the worst kind of evil. Then you throw in natural disasters, disease– events that devastate. It is good to know despite all of that, despite how hard life can be, people still fight for their rights in society. And they succeed.
A victory like that feels like a breath of quiet in the chaos.
I’m really not pro this movement. And in a country of theoretical free press, which at least the tabloids exploit, I think the US shouldn’t be gangbusters for this one either.
Also, it puts a governing body other than ours in charge of our communications– Danger Will Robinson! Our civil rights are already being taken horrendous advantage of by the layman– companies regulate email correspondence, a hiring company can ask for your Facebook password, your online accounts constantly having to update their security because anyone can access your information, everyone has had a hacked account…
Basically I don’t like the Big Brother aspect of the proposal. It makes my skin crawl… And wow, you do a search for a Big Brother poster and all these modified Obama posters pop up. It would make more sense if GW Bush were on one.
Also, I find the internets fascinating. It’s like a an ultimate social experiment running wild. I feel as though we’re watching a microcosm of self-forming society, complete with anarchial tendencies, social programming, the gamut. It makes for great armchair anthropology. Maybe this is where regulations would step in… hmmm…
So I was reading this morning about a woman in Detroit who was viciously attacked including being set on fire and it reminded me that I’ve read that murder is one of the top causes of death for pregnant women. But the political focus is on abortion not violence against women.
And then I started thinking about slut-shaming and all the advice about not going to bars from people who don’t think rape is a woman’s fault but do think she should try to avoid it. I didn’t realize there were times when I wasn’t avoiding being sexually violated and attacked.
I thought about the times when women are accused of lying about sexual assault and how, statistically, less than 6% of reports are false. I thought about how I agree lying is bad, especially lying about such a horrible crime and then I thought about how many times I’ve doubted a woman or, even more, excessive, how often I’ve heard others doubt. How the conversation has been about what happens to that poor accused man. But at 6% – I’m wrong, they’re wrong, we’re all wrong and I’ve just re-victimized some poor woman. But let’s focus on the liars and forget about the men that rape.
And then I thought some about domestic violence and the myriad of issues that come with it. I thought about how our society has recently sent the message that pummeling the shit out of someone’s face isn’t worthy of jail time or even remorse.
I know. I live in a male-dominated society. I get paid less. I have less autonomy over my body. I matter less. But at the end of the day, I have to remind myself that I am half of this society, half of the US, half of the world. And I want at least half of the conversation to be about the men. I want to hear about the sentence terms for a man who commits a crime like that against the Detroit woman. I want him to go to jail longer than I would if I got caught with pot. I want the political bills to not get stalled when they provide services for women. I want services for women of violence to not be determined by an old white man. I want to talk not just about how our culture shapes women’s life-long body issues but also about what signs we’re sending about violence and rape and domination. I want half of the conversation to be about how we teach our men better, how to be better. I want to talk about self-defense and raising a daughter who can throw a killer right hook. I want to talk about better paternity leave as well as maternity leave. I want to hear proposals for better maternity insurance and I want to see magazines about being a better dad and encouraging dads as parents. I want to talk about women in the media and celebrity and how early we’re fucking up our children with these messages. I want to see us as a half, instead of less. I don’t want more, just half. Just equal.