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Archive for November, 2009

Tryptophan induced coma

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

But tomorrow, expect a post on why I am freaking ridiculous.

love hurts

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

I did it. I went to see New Moon.

New Moon, I love you. I would go see you again if I … well, I will go see you again if anyone wants to go with me.

I read several reviews before going, because I didn’t know that I would be going. It was sort of a last minute some of my mommy friends got free so lets go see it kinda thing. I was all ‘well sure if you ladies want to see it, I could sit through it… I mean I’m not a Twihard or anything but I read the books’.

Remember how people use to say ‘my bad’? I always hated that and won’t say it, but if I did say it, now is when I would say it.

Because New Moon was fucking fantastic.

I’m not even going to google Taylor Lautner to find out how old he is, because there is no answer that isn’t going to make me feel like a dirty old woman. I think I literally moaned the first time he took his shirt off. Even if the movie had sucked, he would have made it worth it.

The reviews I read all said that it was just slow – slow enough that you lost interest. To those reviewers I say ‘pahh’. Yes, pahh. Pahh because they clearly were not paying attention when Jacob and Laurent ran into each other for the first time, for example. Nor did they notice the subtle face twitches that made Bella actually look like the cranky overly emotional teenager that she is.

Don’t get me wrong, I still hate Bella. I still find her dependent and kinda whiny and clearly a shitty friend to anyone who isn’t a vampire. Which is why I’m glad that she’s going to stick with Edward and leave Jacob for me. He’s too good for her.

Yeah, that's right.

I and Love and You

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Have you heard this song? I absolutely cannot stop listening.


there will be snacks there will

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

Recently I’ve been getting caught up in the ‘fatosphere’ blogs. Two of my favorites, Shakesville and Shapely Prose, are closely tied to Jezebel, and Jezebel is my online home away from home. In many cases, fat politics share themes with feminism and trans and cis* issues, so I’m lately just as likely to get worked up about a headless fatty picture as I am a¬†gratuitous¬†naked woman or a commercial in which a man protects his wee little wifey from the big bad thunder that somehow relates to diamonds.

I love the fatosphere because I love the bloggers. I love Kate Harding, who is interviewed on fat politics in magazines and on tv, and I love Melissa McEwan who started Shakesville all by her lonesome. I adore the anonymous bloggers who join them. I love them because they are everything that I work on being every day – they are smart and well spoken, they are proud of themselves and willing to stand up for themselves and others, and they do not apologize for who they are.

I’ve written a few posts that address the issue of body image, and I would like to throw in on the comments in some of the postings I read. I never do, though, because I feel like, in that atmosphere, I would apologize for who I am. I am not fat. I have never been fat.

Body image and dieting have been a not inconsiderable issue for me at a few different times in my life. I consider it a serious subject. And yet, in this forum, I feel as though I would be the equivalent of a man commenting on a feminist blog. Men can be and are feminists, and they have vital contributions to make to the movement. But most men can only imagine the kind of subtle objectification that many women go through daily, and likely have an even harder time with the sense of vulnerability that we live with. (I know that’s a sweeping¬†generalization, and I allow right now that there are many exceptions, including men of differing sexualities and gender identities.)

I want to help. I want to help counteract the idea that fat = unhealthy and therefore less deserving of respect, just like I want to counteract the idea that being female = needing protection and therefore deserving less respect. Spend three minutes on one of the blogs above and you’ll read about individuals with good blood pressure, good cholesterol levels, and healthy levels of activity who are denied insane things like the ability to graduate from college. I’m not kidding.

I just don’t know how to do it as a thin person. Which means I’m not like the bloggers I admire – I am apologizing for who I am.





*I didn’t know what cis meant when I started reading Shakesville. Now I do and I am glad of it. If you also don’t know, it’s the opposite of transgender – i.e., a cisgender person is one who associates with the gender of his or her body.

Sunday Best

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

Third time on skates, baby.


Yes, I know it doesn’t look that impressive. Unless you’ve roller skated since your age started with a 2 or greater, I’m not interested in your opinion. This shit is hard.