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Archive for October, 2010

well, that’s not in the new regulations… carry on.

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

purple? really?

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

Yesterday was Spirit Day, the day in which we were all supposed to wear purple to either a) show our support for gay and lesbian youth or b) show our solidarity with the kids who have recently killed themselves because of the sucking of people who don’t like gays.

I love the hell outta gay and lesbian youth, and it took me a long time to find out that other people don’t. In my high school, liking girls if you were a girl was an ok thing – liking boys if you were a boy wasn’t something anyone tried (out loud). I sort of think it would have been ok, but our high school was a place where drugs were more popular than alcohol and by tenth grade everyone had already dated everyone of the opposite sex that was available and unrelated. As sheltered as it sounds, I didn’t really know that some people were dicks about other people being gay.

Then, of course, I went to engineering school.

I remember trying to convince my college boyfriend and our roommate that I FUCKING HATED (yes, I’m still mad at him. It’s a long story.) that ‘fag’ was not a word they should use to insult each other, and being told that I had no sense of humor.

I cannot imagine being gay in a place that is mostly filled with people who haven’t yet realize that people are people, no matter what holes they like to stick stuff in. Moreover, I cannot imagine being brave enough, as a high schooler, to be open about who and what I like. My admiration for kids who do that is boundless. The bravery they exhibit just by walking into school every day is beyond anything I’ve ever been asked to exhibit.

All of this makes me feel sort of bad for what I’m about to say, but I’m going to say it anyway, because I think it’s true.

A nation full of people wearing purple does not help those kids in any way.

A nation full of people teaching their children that being gay and being straight and being somewhere in between are all normal human attributes and nothing to be a jackass about? That would be helpful.

Maybe the purple is just meant to say ‘I’m on your side’. The thing is, I’m guessing that half of Boulder wore purple today. Those aren’t people who recently realized that gay teens take a lot of shit. They also aren’t people who were somehow able to help the poor kids who have found suicide the only way out recently.

They are, however, people who are now able to say to their friends ‘oh look, I wore purple – I CARE about the plight of gay and lesbian youths’.

There’s nothing wrong with wearing purple. Caring is wonderful.

Putting on a purple shirt is not the same thing as helping to solve a problem.

Also, I’m trying something new over on Mangled Baby Duck – you can call it the results of my Marie Claire experiment.

who, lil ol me?

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

Still busted.

Still unaware of what the busted consists of.

I’ll get back to you.

How are YOU today?

emergency room ho!

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

How do you spell ‘hoe’, in the context of  ‘we’re going somewhere awesome and let’s gooooo!’? Is it ‘ho’? What if I want to stretch it out? Then it seems like it would be pronounced like ‘who’.

English is sometimes stupid.

Also, today? I was in the emergency room. Because either my appendix is doing that bad bad thing that appendixes do, or something else bad was happening. You’d think after spending the morning in the emergency room, I’d know the answer to that question, but… no.

The three possible options:

1) I have appendicitis. The reason that’s still an option, despite the fact that they sent me home, is that my white blood cell count wasn’t super high. And they couldn’t see my appendix through my intestines using an ultrasound. Those two things together led to them sending me home, because the alternative was irradiating my baby making parts with a CAT scan, and apparently that’s risky enough that they opt not to do it unless absolutely necessary. Who knew. I have an appointment to return a) when it gets worse or b) tomorrow at 11:45, whichever comes first. Apparently the hope is that my appendix will get more inflamed and we’ll be able to see it in a radiation free manner. Or something.

2) A follicle burst. Follicles, in case you don’t know – and who doesn’t? oh wait, me – are part of the girly parts mechanism that delivers eggs to … wherever eggs end up. (My high school sex ed was nonexistent. Don’t judge me right now.) When such a thing happens, liquid leaks out into a lady’s abdomen, and it can hurt like a mofo. I did not know this, but it’s possibly a cause of my owies. If that is the case, the owie will go away on it’s own with no repercussions.

3) Something else that neither I nor the doctors considered, up to and including an alien infestation that even House wouldn’t immediately identify.

So. That’s what’s new with me. I could have just said ‘my belly hurts’ and that would have summed it up too, but what would have been the fun in that?

What’s new with you?

fucking while feminist

Monday, October 18th, 2010

Jezebel let several writers and artists weigh in over the weekend on what it means to be a feminist in the bedroom.

As a feminist, who has a bed, I’d like to add my two cents.

It’s not complicated, y’all.