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MIA

December 17, 2007

I know, I know. I’ve been missing again. Sorry!

I’m not sure if it’s burnout from NaBloPoMo or the time of the year. But I remember being this way last December.

This year is different though. I’m more bah humbug about everything.

I got about 10 ornaments put up on the Christmas Tree before I decided I was done and over it already. And if WhatsHisFace hadn’t put up the wreath, stockings, tree, and lights then I’m betting it would all be still sitting in boxes down in the basement.

So far, I’ve only bought what I had to get shipped back to Ohio for Secret Santa and Parent Presents.

I have made a couple of dozen cookies in general, but haven’t managed to put them in containers to give away. I even threw away half of the first batch because they sat for so long on the counter.

If we didn’t have folks expecting a Christmas Day dinner, I think I’d have opted for a day of PJs, cheese dip, and either movies or playing computer games.

Just call me Scrooge. D

I Can Bring Home the Bacon….

November 1, 2007

WhatsHisFace linked me an article earlier today where a UK radical feminist (Sheila Jeffreys) talks about her latest book. * Here’s a short excerpt from the interview:

She became a lesbian in 1973 because she felt it contradictory to give “her most precious energies to a man” when she was thoroughly committed to a women’s revolution. Six years later, she went further and wrote, with others, a pamphlet entitled Love Your Enemy? The Debate Between Heterosexual Feminism And Political Lesbianism. In it, feminists who sleep with men are described as collaborating with the enemy. It caused a huge ruction in the women’s movement, and is still cited as an example of early separatists “going way too far”.

All I could say? I collaborate with the enemy at least several times a week. (nudge nudge wink wink knowwhatImean? knowwhatImean?)

Here’s the link to the entire article for as long as it’s up.

I hope you get to read the whole article. While most of what Jeffreys says marks her as a someone I would consider a nutbar, at least one of the things she talks about in the interview is something I’ve also experienced:

She says she distinctly remembers the moment she realized, during a conversation about politics with a man, that he was seeing her merely as a woman, and therefore inferior. “I was furious. He actually said I had the brain of a man, and while in the past I would have been flattered, a dam had burst and everything became clear.”

While I’ve never gone to the next level the way Jeffreys did (she seems to have gone from there to “all men are EVIL” and therefore I must become a Lesbian), my attitude about experiences like these has shifted as I got older. When I was younger, having a man discount me purely because I was a woman made me try harder to get through to him. These days, I consider it his loss. When a man tells me something similar to Jeffreys’ brain of a man comment, I also used to be flattered. These days, I’m coming around to the realization that those comments irritate me. Of course, no one has said exactly those words to me. It’s usually comments about me being more logical or rational than they expected since I am a woman. It says so much about a man’s perception of women that he’d even say that.

For the most part, every other opinion ascribed to Jeffreys in the linked article grates on me. Perhaps I’m being naive, but I refuse to believe that I’m anywhere near as powerless in my life as she would make me out to be just because I was born a woman. I also claim the right to make my own decisions about beauty standards and make-up instead of taking her ideas on the subject as my sole guidance. She seems to have the idea that going in the exact opposite direction as the accepted societal norm (dictated by men to keep women in a state of subordination to maintain their power according to Jeffreys) is the only way to put forth our independence and equality. If you accept her supposition that the societal norm is a form of male oppression (which my gut reaction is to vehemently disagree, I’ll have to digest it though before I can come up with a reasoned opinion), then doing the exact opposite doesn’t free you from the oppression. The only thing that accomplishes is to allow them to force your behavior in a different direction. We’d still be reacting to and because of male influences. To free ourselves, we’d need to make our minds up independent of men/society.

Basically though, things like this article make me treasure the men in my life who treat me like an equal. It’s hard for me to get too radical when I have guys like that around me.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some conspiring to do.

* – Yes, I know that this whole subject is likely to cause a few readers’ blood pressure to sky rocket. Can’t be helped, as I have a bee in my bonnet about the subject. WhatsHisFace cried Uncle on IM about it, but all you guys can do is refuse to read. Muhahahaha….. wait……

If I Ran Things

October 24, 2007
  1. When you were ready to lose weight, then a chunk of it would just go away. Poof! Say maybe 10% of what you need/want to lose. Then you’d get used to being the new weight, and then presto! another chunk would disappear. This dieting and always being hungry thing for a 1lb loss and gain and loss and gain and loss and gain and ad naseum sucks ass. Specially when 1lb is nowhere near 10% of what you need to lose. If 1lb is 10% of what you need to lose, then suck my big toe good for you.
  2. When you were ready to gain weight…. WTF? Seriously. Who the hell are you people? Oh, all right. Same as above only make it gain instead of lose. Pains in the ass.
  3. Everybody would come with a happy dial (shuddup you). Having a bad day? Turn up the happy dial. Everybody around you is having a fan-freaking-tastic day? Turn down your happy dial to be perverse. It works all around.
  4. The same stupid people would not continue to make out like bandits in everything while the same great people sit by and get bupkis. Every. Freaking. Time. (8 tickets! 8 freaking tickets to the World Series! How many did I get? 0 How many did my friends get? 0. How many did the “chosen few” get? That’s right: 8 freaking tickets. And then to gloat about how much the tickets were going to scalp for? Stupid people.)
  5. That whole download into your brain to learn thing would totally be real. You know, like in the Matrix. I want to know how to take a good picture. I don’t want to spend years learning photography. My eyes glaze over when people start talking about frame rate or light meters. Give me a damn thumb drive that I plug into my left nostril that downloads everything I need to know. Hell, I’ll take an overnight hookup (heh, I said hookup) to learn it.
  6. While I’m at it, I’ll take that Star Trek universe thing too. Nobody should have to work if they don’t want to. We should all be free to live lives of leisure and follow whatever whim that enters our head (yeah, yeah – with the caveat: do no evil, do unto others, blah blah blah). I’d like to weave for awhile. Until I get bored with it, then I want to read my way through half the library. Then maybe ocean kayaking. How about learning to bake from scratch and then decorating it? I’d love to go back into music.
  7. Oh yeah, also all the typical stuff: no more sickness, no more famine, world peace (except for those stupid 8 ticket people), puppies and rainbows forever (except for those days when you want it rainy/snowy so you can sit home by a fire with a blankie, a pot of stew, and a good book)