I'm often struck by the ludicrousness of my fellow man. It sure feels like we are sinking into some deep, dark abyss reminiscent of "the good old days," more commonly known as the Dark Ages.
The Righteous are firmly exerting their control with deep grasping handfuls of our humanity, without regard for humanity. Pull out your old battered copy of The Handmaids Tale, ladies because the assault is full on. Big bad Congress and our newest crop of Governators are working hard to bring on the next Inquisition.
The tragic result of fanaticism, unspeakable pain such as the Deaver family experienced in Nebraska. 15 minutes of the most horrifying thing I can imagine, watching your child die.
Texas is working on the latest punishment for those floozies who find themselves in the family way, forcing them to have a sonogram, describe what they see and listen to the heartbeat. That'll cure those little hussies. Seriously, the Viagra-pumped sex fiend is never involved.
Okay, for real and more seriously, human sexuality is so freaking complex and the relationship diversity and disparity in just our "western" culture is staggering. Do a handful of old, fat, white dudes (generally) get to decide what is best for all of us? They've never been coerced to give in to the varsity football star. They've never yearned for love and attention so much that they freely and frequently get it the only way they know how. They've never been taken advantage of with the help of drugs or alcohol. They've never been told that they will submit to their husband, that he has rights and that he will not be denied. They've never been told to keep their mouth shut or something bad will happen. They've never felt the panic of realizing that their birth control failed them.
Just one more bitty rant on the above topic, it kills me every time I hear some high-on-their-horse person talking about how some chicks just use abortion as birth control. Yeah, because there aren't cheaper, less invasive versions available. I can't wait until I hear someone say, "the pill makes me fat so every time I get pregnant I'm just going to spread my legs in some doctors office that I have to drive miles to get to, because the Righteous ones have made damn sure that there isn't one in this county, let him dilate my cervix, insert tools and vacuum me out, after I pay an arm and a leg, and then to top it all off I can't have sex again for weeks afterward because of the risk of infection, which really cramps my style because I'm a real slut, you know. But, really, this is the best form of birth control for me because I can afford it financially and mentally."
Then there's the downright crazy, elected officials who want to send New Hampshire's "crazy people" to Siberia.
The reactionary fall out of the midterms is out of control scary. Voting, it's a right and a responsibility.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Fairy Tales & Scary Monsters
Within the past five weeks I have been made to realize that I am not quite as brilliant as I once thought. Indeed I may have more in common with a box of rocks instead of just heaviness, which I will refer to as heft. I like that. Okay, it's not true and even if it is I won't know for several months, in the meantime I should take a look around me.
Holy shit! There is all this stuff going on and instead of slinging it at you in the form of random links I feel that I should try just a little bit harder to make a real connection. Today, I want to talk about fairy tale weddings.
When I was a little girl I fantasized about having a fairy tale wedding, I have a feeling that most girls do, I assume it is because we inhabit a society that expects and instills these desires in young girls (I'm having some disgusting and deranged Stepford Wife epiphany right now). Ugh, we are trained. My real wedding wasn't exactly fairy tale, the groom stayed out the night before gambling and cruising strip clubs (he calls them shoe stores [disclaimer: he does not frequent them, my dad took him and I'm sure they only went to one]). I would have been pissed, but this is the man that I cannot get mad at (well he did win $1200 playing Black Jack and one of those ladies managed to get his raggedy old ball cap that I'd been trying to sneak into the trash can for months prior [we ran into her a few weeks later in Target and she said she didn't know where the hat was, but I know, she knew that nasty thing needed to hit a trash can fast and I thank her]). I am absolutely unable to be mad at him no matter how hard I try. Powerless. Currently his power is his Deliverance-style missing tooth. All he has to do is smile to cause me fits of laughter, uncontrollable fits, no matter how pissy/prissy I am being at the time. I know (hope) the dentist will get around to fixing his grill real soon (golly, it's been a couple of months now). So, the wedding itself wasn't the fairy tale but the life I've had since then has been pretty damn good and I wouldn't trade it for anything (well, we could have skipped the whole Afghanistan thing and the missing teeth drama and...)!
So, my thought is this, I am so lucky to have this, I have so much love in my life, what kind of monster would I be if I advocated to keep the opportunity to have something just as special from other people? Well, I'd be a big-fat-head-jackassholio! That's what I'd be and that's basically what kind of jackassholios we have running around trying to amend state constitutions to disallow civil unions, voting on stinky propositions to il-legalize same sex marriage, defending "marriage" through federal acts. It leads me to the conclusion, the only logical conclusion, really. The jackassholios aren't trying to deny the benefits of marriage to same sex couples because they are greedy and want to keep their love to themselves, they are doing it because they are scared that someone else might actually be blessed with the love that they have not found themselves (probably because they are so freaking worried about what everybody else is doing).
Oh, and I also hope that all little girls and boys who dream of fairy tale weddings have the opportunity to create memories that they will cherish no matter how far from their fantasy it may be.
I leave you with Zach Wahls as he describes his family during a public forum on House Joint Resolution 6 in the Iowa House of Representatives (House Joint Resolution 6 would end civil unions in Iowa).
Holy shit! There is all this stuff going on and instead of slinging it at you in the form of random links I feel that I should try just a little bit harder to make a real connection. Today, I want to talk about fairy tale weddings.
When I was a little girl I fantasized about having a fairy tale wedding, I have a feeling that most girls do, I assume it is because we inhabit a society that expects and instills these desires in young girls (I'm having some disgusting and deranged Stepford Wife epiphany right now). Ugh, we are trained. My real wedding wasn't exactly fairy tale, the groom stayed out the night before gambling and cruising strip clubs (he calls them shoe stores [disclaimer: he does not frequent them, my dad took him and I'm sure they only went to one]). I would have been pissed, but this is the man that I cannot get mad at (well he did win $1200 playing Black Jack and one of those ladies managed to get his raggedy old ball cap that I'd been trying to sneak into the trash can for months prior [we ran into her a few weeks later in Target and she said she didn't know where the hat was, but I know, she knew that nasty thing needed to hit a trash can fast and I thank her]). I am absolutely unable to be mad at him no matter how hard I try. Powerless. Currently his power is his Deliverance-style missing tooth. All he has to do is smile to cause me fits of laughter, uncontrollable fits, no matter how pissy/prissy I am being at the time. I know (hope) the dentist will get around to fixing his grill real soon (golly, it's been a couple of months now). So, the wedding itself wasn't the fairy tale but the life I've had since then has been pretty damn good and I wouldn't trade it for anything (well, we could have skipped the whole Afghanistan thing and the missing teeth drama and...)!
So, my thought is this, I am so lucky to have this, I have so much love in my life, what kind of monster would I be if I advocated to keep the opportunity to have something just as special from other people? Well, I'd be a big-fat-head-jackassholio! That's what I'd be and that's basically what kind of jackassholios we have running around trying to amend state constitutions to disallow civil unions, voting on stinky propositions to il-legalize same sex marriage, defending "marriage" through federal acts. It leads me to the conclusion, the only logical conclusion, really. The jackassholios aren't trying to deny the benefits of marriage to same sex couples because they are greedy and want to keep their love to themselves, they are doing it because they are scared that someone else might actually be blessed with the love that they have not found themselves (probably because they are so freaking worried about what everybody else is doing).
Oh, and I also hope that all little girls and boys who dream of fairy tale weddings have the opportunity to create memories that they will cherish no matter how far from their fantasy it may be.
I leave you with Zach Wahls as he describes his family during a public forum on House Joint Resolution 6 in the Iowa House of Representatives (House Joint Resolution 6 would end civil unions in Iowa).
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Guns cost more lives than they save
Fantastic article over at Salon.
Full of reason, logic and common sense.
Watch out!
Guns cost more lives than they save
Full of reason, logic and common sense.
Watch out!
Guns cost more lives than they save
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Sharing
I'd like to share with you this post from a few days ago at AWOP. I have nothing of value to add, the post says it all and features some mighty fine clips too.
Constitutional cowards
Enjoy and have a great day!
Okay, I am adding this nifty little Schoolhouse Rock flick, just because it is so cool. It has some notes in the beginning which you can get rid of by clicking on the arrow next to the full screen option, select the top option and the notes disappear. Yay!
Constitutional cowards
Enjoy and have a great day!
Okay, I am adding this nifty little Schoolhouse Rock flick, just because it is so cool. It has some notes in the beginning which you can get rid of by clicking on the arrow next to the full screen option, select the top option and the notes disappear. Yay!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Movin' On
So, finally (after more than 20 years, for real), I am finally making good on my declaration that I would become a lawyer. I am staying in the city that the school is in during the week and only going home on weekends. At least we had some excellent family separation practice last year, because this truly feels like not much of a sacrifice after nine months in Afghanistan!
I can promise you that I have already learned a lot in the first 7 days of class but I can also tell you that my brain is so full of mush that I cannot form a logical thought. I'd love to come up with witty and thoughtful posts, and I get the ideas, but after studying for six hours and attending class for 3 hours every single day, when I get a chance to check out blogland I'm just a soggy noodle!
I'll just try to remember that I have less than 103 weeks left of law school and rumor has it that it gets easier.
I can promise you that I have already learned a lot in the first 7 days of class but I can also tell you that my brain is so full of mush that I cannot form a logical thought. I'd love to come up with witty and thoughtful posts, and I get the ideas, but after studying for six hours and attending class for 3 hours every single day, when I get a chance to check out blogland I'm just a soggy noodle!
I'll just try to remember that I have less than 103 weeks left of law school and rumor has it that it gets easier.
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