Bitches
I've had many conversations lately about rape not being ok. And about how violence is not ok. And about how society is dismissive of women who have an opinion, especially if that opinion is one that involves thinking women are people who deserve a fair shot too. About how lesbians don't understand abuse because they don't understand men. And how women don't have a right to complain about mistreatment because it's not that bad. About how society tells men to be strong and powerful, and tells women to be emotional and caring and helpful and smiley. How society blames women for allowing men to feel strong and powerful, and also blames women for being emotional and bitchy and needy and weak and moody. Women are supposed to fix the problem, which makes sense since we've caused the problem in the first place.
While having these conversations, we cannot be mad -- it means we are bitchy. We can't be emotional -- it means we are unstable. We can't be civil -- if so, we are obviously bringing up a point that doesn't REALLY matter. If we disagree with rape it is because we have been raped. If we disagree with the language applied to women it is because we are FEMINISTS (insert negativity here).
I came across this quote today on my friends away message...
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat. -Rebecca West
Amen, sista.
Interesting
Someone once told me that I am dating September 11th. With that, I leave you this video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2N6fTSC-AcOh, and just for the record, I am no longer an intern. And I am still not sleeping with a congressman.
Go Tigers and Go Green!
The Tigers and I are going down, down, down
I went to the Tigers game yesterday with my friend and our dads. It was awesome. The Tigers lost in the 10th but the game had a lot of action and was great to watch. About 3/4 of the way through the game, though, I realized that it could be my last time at the stadium, ever. I'm moving to Arizona in May -- the season is only a few more weeks. It was really upsetting and I wanted to cry. The whole moving permanently and starting my life somewhere very far away got to me and I was not happy about it at all. Scary. It's also possible that I became so emotional because my birth control is TOTALLY fucking me up. I'm not kidding. Either that or I have an std and need an ovarian transplant. Planned Parenthood for the insuranceless, here I come!
On a lighter moving to AZ note, I decided that I am going to road trip it during one of my many trips from MI. I'm looking for accompanyment. If interested, please apply. I plan to hit Mount Rushmore, OK City, and maybe Salt Lake. Other destinations negotiable. I'm fun on roadtrips, references upon request. I am an equal opportunity roadtripper and do not discriminate based on race, gender, creed, religion or handicap. No animals allowed.
Blogging, Not Studying
I was disappointed last year because I didn't know that the Detroit Shock was such a good team. Had I known, I would have watched! This year i heard that they were doing well. I didn't care. Yesterday I heard that the Shock won again. Still didn't care.
I have had many conversations with many people lately that the world is full circle. You want what you don't have and you then don't want it when it is in front of you. Thank you, Detroit Shock, for proving that yet again.
I wrote the law school dude back, trying to make light of his offending me. I told him I was pretty sure that it wasn't me in the cool dress, but that I wanted the dress if it was that awesome. He asked me to look at pictures of myself that night and to tell him what I had on. That is where the conversation ends, creepy.
I watched a good movie this weekend about a group of 50'ish women that wanted to raise money for a hospital so make a semi-nude calendar. It's not provocative, and doesn't shows much more than cleavage. They raised a lot of money. I want to make that calendar too. Unfortunately, my cleavage is not going to get me far. Does personality come through a semi-nude calendar?
I am obsessed with playing solitaire on the computer and it gives me a headache within 8 minutes.
DAMN! I wanted to watch the men's US Open final and stupid football stopped me from watching! I hate professional football! I HATE IT!
Just get me to Arizona please....
Blogging troubles
They come from all sides. Here is the new one.
I get a myspace message from this ex-law student. I don't know the kid, can't even tell you that he actually attended the school (although his friends list suggests that he did). Here is the message:
There was this girl at graduation party (with the long alcohol lines) that had an incredible dress involving pink or peach, white and a belt type thing. That wasn't by chance you was it? If so, we all thought that was the best look going that night.
No I wasn't fucker! Thanks for offending me and my syle choice of the evening!
That's ok, the suck-ups all told me they liked my outfit that night, and I don't know who this alleged law school joker is anyway. I should write back -- not only was your outfit forgettable that night, but so were you. Who, in fact, ARE you?
The funny thing is that for awhile I was on his top 8. Must have thought he was pretty cool with the hot chick from the party in his list. Score 1 for me!
