when the status quo frustrates.

Watching Bristol Palin Make It Pretty Clear (without actually having to SAY so outright and REALLY piss her mother off) That Not Only Is It Ridiculous to Imagine that Teens Won’t Be Screwing Even If You Tell Them Not To, They Should Really Use Contraception When They Do

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

Video here.*

It’s also quite the mystery why she hasn’t married good old Levi yet. Her lack of enthusiasm for that eventuality pretty much oozes out of the screen, and the only time she ever brings him up is when the interviewer directly asks her about him. Otherwise, when she talks about her daily life as a mom and student, it’s all about her family. Particularly stupid question from the interviewer: “So you had no idea what raising a baby would be like?” Bristol stares at her and then clarifies that no, what she had no idea like was what it would feel like to have to change her own personal priorities to include how they would affect her son during his upbringing. When the interviewer returns to that theme again later in the interview, Bristol basically reminds her that not only has she been Mother’s little helper in terms of her younger siblings as far back as she can remember, her mother just gave birth to yet another child not too long before she got knocked up herself–so yeah, she really knew her way around a “onesie” already.

Interesting interview. Lots of nuance.

*Faux News has a, er, helpful feature under its embedded videos, described as “Automatically Generated Transcript (may not be 100% accurate).” Wow, it’s a good thing they include that disclaimer! Though you can have lots of fun with it–here’s a small sample of Bristol Palin talking about being a new mother:

“That’s what I expected. It’s just — different. He had no hint of led the short of the demands have been in Atlanta but not just that they — it’s just like I’m not living for myself meaning like flake. For another person that’s different. If you — talking a year ago and I said that — gonna happen in line with the UN told me.”

My Opinion

Monday, February 16th, 2009

Which I have been resisting giving for a while now, but really, at this point, I figure I may as well express myself to the limits of my interest, which I admit are pretty narrow. I’m sure you’ve all been waiting with bated breath for this.

Equivalent in interest generation, inducement of feelings of eeuuugh, and a strenuous and powerful wish that any minors involved in the situation do not end up messed up in the head as a result for life, but conscious that unless actual minor neglect or abuse occurs, it’s really none of my fucking business in either a moral or a legal sense:


Nadya Suleman, eight days before giving birth to the last eight of her fourteen kids. (hat tip)

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Michelle Duggar, just after giving birth to her eighteenth child.


The Enigma, born Paul Lawrence, a sideshow performer who has undergone extensive body modification including horn implants, ear reshaping, multiple body piercings, and a full-body jigsaw-puzzle tattoo.

I doubt the mental health status and pecuniary and attention-seeking motives of the principals are much different, either. There. Now I never have to think about it again.

“Rapelay”

Sunday, February 15th, 2009


Not RapeLay. More like what my head does every time RapeLay comes up on the internet.

I’d heard of this game once before, sometime last year, I think–my initial and instinctive reaction was revulsion, of course, and it was the same this time when I came across it again

But, I thought, for some reason this time impelled to actually analyze my feelings…why am I so revolted? The reason I actually felt moved to give it more thought this time round was because of a recent few minutes I spent watching my older son play Fallout 3.

I absolutely loved the first two Fallout games, and if I weren’t still deeply inmeshed in World of Warcraft, would no doubt have been all over it as soon as I gave it to my son this past Christmas (with a small token pause in my headlong rush in acknowledgement of the fact that I bought it for him, not me!). Naturally, by this time he’s already played it through more than once, but he was feeling at loose ends the other day and decided to give it another run, and I sat and watched him play for a little while.

If you haven’t played Fallout 3 yourself yet, lemme tell you–some of those deaths are gory. The Fallout 3 graphic captioning this post is actually not the most grotesque end your various foes in the game can come to at your hands–and just like the earlier games, you can target specific body parts, but unlike the previous games, the special effects graphics are really state-of-the-art when it comes to depicting the mayhem subsequently wrought. I was simultaneously fascinated and repelled, and it came back to haunt me later–why am I so up-in-arms about a videogame displaying cruel and graphic rape and yet relaxed enough about a game that displays cruel and graphic murder enough to buy it for my son for Christmas..? After all, I even consider murder a worse crime than rape–murder is the worst crime there is. Any other crime committed against your person, the chance always exists, however great or slight, that you may someday recover some to all of your quality of life. When you’re murdered, guaranteed! you will never get over that.

After some brow-furrowing thought, I managed to boil the salient differences between the two games down to three points:

1. The point of the game: Fallout 3 is not Murder 3. The object of the game is not simply to murder as many different people as possible, one after the other. In RapeLay, the object of the game is simply to rape, period. In Fallout 3, the player is trying to complete the main and side storylines present in the game–generally rescuing person A or finding site B or recovering important object C–the killing is also frequently in self-defense or in defense of others. In RapeLay, the player is there to rape every member of a specific family that crosses his path; there are no storylines to complete and certainly nobody that can be saved by the rapes committed–quite the opposite; the goal is to torture them all until they break.

2. The specificity of the victims: Fallout 3 is not Klansman 3. The people that are killed are of every race, gender, ethnicity and sexual orientation–those attributes are generally cosmetic only and quite irrelevant to the point of whatever storyline the player is engaged upon. Now, it would be quite different if the player was portrayed as white and every single person the player could kill was portrayed as black, wouldn’t it? In RapeLay, the player is there solely to assault females. Women. Girls. Period. The violence presented is aimed solely and only towards one specific subgroup of humanity.

3. The age of the victims: Fallout 3 is not Pedophile 3. As a matter of fact, in Fallout 3, you can’t kill kids at all. There are child characters, but they are unkillable. By contrast, in RapeLay, you are specifically encouraged to rape, I quote, “virgin schoolgirls.” ‘Nuff said.

Rape culture, anyone..?

Sexist/ Not Sexist

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

Routinely, feminists are accused of thinking that there are no differences between men and women. This statement, aside from being patently ridiculous, is one of the straw-men that is routinely disassembled.

Feminists do think that there are differences between men and women, but those differences do not mean that women or men are inferior to each other, and generally that those differences are irrelevant to the matter at hand. But since this is confusing to some, I thought I’d give a friendly list on what makes something sexist.

Diapers made for boys and girls: not sexist, different genitalia
Boy’s diapers having “boy things” on them and girl diapers having “girl things” on them: sexist

Citing evidence that the mean of men and women are different in some things: not sexist
Using that evidence to claim that it is “natural” or that any individual man would be better than any individual woman: sexist

Having a female writer write about “Women’s Issues” in a magazine/ webzine/ newspaper: not sexist.
Having “Women’s Issues” ghettoized in the “Fashion” section of self-same publication, and having women ONLY write about women’s issues: sexist.

Saying that women are routinely the primary caregiver: not sexist.
Saying that women SHOULD be the primary caregiver: sexist.

Saying that there are currently not a lot of women in some professions: not sexist
Claiming that this means that women are just not interested in these professions: sexist
Bonus: If you think that male-dominated fields are more important than female-dominated fields; and that sexism has nothing to do with the pay gaps you should probably think about why you think that. I’m not willing to go that this is always sexist (as I don’t want to mix it up with certain science majors that think humanity majors are less important/ easier.)

Suits tailored differently for men and women: not sexist
“Professional standards of dress” dramatically different for men and women: sexist

Different products for men and women (like tampons for women): not sexist
Different gender marketing for essentially the same item (loofas, deodorant, razors): sexist

Please feel free to leave your own examples in the comments.

Go Read Lisa KS’s story

Friday, February 13th, 2009

To the PABers,

Lisa KS, being a little shy, has decided that she does not want to post her story at this great and most serious website. So, to help her along, I volunteered to post her story at my place.

Go. Read. Discuss.

We played an L Word drinking game last night.

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

And, thanks to Twitter, you can share our pain!

(Well, not all our pain. Unless you drink along. I am still hung over.)

I don’t think Ann mentions it in her post, but this is episode 6×04, “Leaving Los Angeles,” in which nobody leaves Los Angeles.

Losers like you need to read this

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

Hey-hey! Free Market Capitalism here, and I’d like to set the record straight.

Jealous hovel-dwellers have been up in allllll arms about annoying little hangnails like this:

Merrill Lynch secretly accelerated bonus payments and gave at least $1 million to each of nearly 700 employees as the brokerage was amassing billions of dollars of losses, New York Attorney General Andrew Cuomo said in a letter to Rep. Barney Frank.

God! Finally a company acts in the best interests of its employees — aren’t you commie-humping unionizers always jacking it to that fantasy? — and somehow that’s being painted as proof that deregulated big business will always screw everything up.

I don’t understand the problem. People who do a good job should get rewarded, that’s the merit system, and I LIVE AND BREATHE the merit system. So, Merrill Lynch had 700 good employees, and they got a million freaking dollars for being awesome. Wouldn’t you love it if you got a million bucks at your job when your performance eval had a gold star on it? Yeah, you would. The Free Market sees all.

Now, some welfare-addicted hippies might take the hookah pipe out long enough to say that there’s no way those people deserve the money because their company was failing, but was that their fault? Typically, when a business goes under, it’s either the fault of the janitorial staff or the temps — in both cases, they’re always moving crap around and/or accidentally throwing away the document that would’ve saved the company.

Should the Dudley Do-Rights at the top of Merrill Lynch have suffered because the peons failed to bring home the bacon? My Free Hand spoke, and it declared nay. These forward-thinking, ambitious, and no doubt philanthropic visionaries simply had the foresight to recognize the coming storm, and they took what was rightfully theirs before it all went up in smoke. Why was it rightfully theirs? Because they took it. Now you’re starting to think like the Free Market!

The way I see it, this whole economy thing is just a chance to reorganize, to streamline, a.k.a. to get more money in the pockets of people who deserve it — like CEOs. Because if you’re clever enough to get people to pay you millions of dollars so you can give the thumbs-up to dumbed-down memos filled with other people’s ideas, you deserve everything you can get.

The market for half-assed theories is always strong

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

In times of economic uncertainty, whose advice should you heed? If you said an “instigator of several nationally televised PR stunts” you fail, and deserve what you get:

With a brutal wave of U.S. layoffs, and the single greatest number of job losses since 1974, one controversial media expert is encouraging more people to quit their jobs preemptively.

David Seaman, author of Dirty Little Secrets of Buzz and instigator of several nationally televised PR stunts, says that quitting today is the answer for millions of workers caught in limbo.

Seaman’s plan is that you preemptively quit your job on the basis that “I quit before I was fired” has magic properties that will make you seem like a god among men at the temp agency. This is a great plan, hampered only by its immense stupidity. For example, complete the following fantasy:

Picture this, you are waiting in line with thirty other candidates in an employment office for an interview. When you get to talk to the HR guy he asks, “So you lost your job like the other hundred people I have seen today?” You can honestly say, “No, I had a good job and I was promoted but I quit because I can do better and I am highly sought after”.

In my mind, the interview ends like this:

“So you quit before you even had any interviews for a new job? Were they not giving even token severance packages? Seriously, did you think that through at all? Have you even glanced at the news lately?”
“Ummm, errr….”

The other problem is that if enough people did this, your interview would actually go like this:
“So did you lose your job like the other hundred people I saw today, or are you one of those dumbasses who quit without a plan before they could be laid off?”

But hey, it’s not David Seaman’s problem. With more than 11,000 views on CNN’s iReport and the consequent television facetime he can milk those views for, he’s prolly doing all right. But there’s no reason to just sit there hating him when you can let him inspire you: in tough times, the unscrupulous can always prey upon the desperate or the stupid, and with a 24 hour news day that has to be filled with something cheap and new every day the opportunity has never been better! So just don’t quit your dayjob until you know what your schtick for FOX news is.

Our Mothers Think We’re Talented

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

For awhile now, I’ve been sort of working on a fantasy story that’s been percolating in my brain. I have always wanted to do fiction writing, but I’ve long been afraid of getting through the “you’re writing is going to suck” stage. The characters are loosely based on D & D game I once played in (not a unique strategy, to be sure, but can be an effective one).

If you’d like, I’d appreciate having a couple eyes going over it. Constructive criticism (and compliments) are always nice.

http://goddesscassandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mom-thinks-im-talented-surely-you.html

*Sorry about the formatting glitch, my bad.

Lisa, you’re turn.

TMI Post

Monday, February 9th, 2009

Goddamn do I hate my period.

I mean it. I hate the cramps, I hate the fact that I ALWAYS get blood stains, no matter where I position my pad. I hate the plugged feeling of a diva cup or tampon.

I hate the fact that my patience is gone because it hurts like hell and I end up snapping at things I would just brush off otherwise.

I hate the fact that if I do get mad at someone, it is blamed on “PMS” other than, you know, something to get legitimately mad at. I hate this even more when they can’t tell the difference, so it gets used as a catch all excuse.

But mostly, instead of going home, eating some chocolate, having some wine and sleeping, I still have to go to class, to work, and do housework.

Fuck.

“Probably Not, But Then, That’s Idiotic By Itself.”

Sunday, February 8th, 2009

NPR had an article the other day, Is Phelps Being Judged Differently?. I caught it halfway through, so I didn’t hear the bit about what he was being judged for. Just that he’d been suspended from competitive swimming for three months, and advertisers were contemplating dropping him, and his position as the All-American Poster Boy had been irreparably tarnished and I’m thinking: what, did he do something incredibly racist? Sexist? Did he, for example, say, “Well, the black guy is president, but at least it wasn’t the woman?” Did he dismiss rapists as overeager frat boys?

No, of course not! Who would care about that? He, like, totally had a photo of himself taking a bong hit on Facebook.

Which was, you can perhaps understand, slightly underwhelming. Really? There exist people who care about this shit? Really?

And did anyone interviewed say, “Well, y’know, some people smoke pot occasionally. He’ll probably do it again. It’s probably nothing to get worked up over.” They did not.

I Haz Tiny Little Gurlz Feet

Saturday, February 7th, 2009

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My new job is at a construction site, and my old steel-toed non-slip workboots had finally given up the ghost after seven years of hard use. Now, I got those old boots via my first company out of college, which simply passed around a mail-order catalogue to its new hires with the allowed makes and models circled; we just picked out our own size in our preferred color or style and voila! two weeks later–workboots. The set of workboots I owned prior to that had been issued to me by the Army…you see a trend here..? In short, I did not realize what an ordeal buying my own steel-toed, non-slip workboots was going to be.

Now, I am not an unusually small woman. I am five feet eight inches tall, with a medium build and average bone structure. My feet are a very generic women’s standard width American size 8. I rarely to never have real trouble finding shoes I want or need that fit my feet, regardless of whether we are talking athletic shoes, dress shoes, casual shoes–you name it. The picture captioning this blog? I had no trouble at all finding a pair of those kind of boots that fit, as you can see.

After having spent the afternoon shopping for a new pair of steel-toed non-slip workboots, I am being forced to come to one of the following conclusions:

1. Women do not work on construction sites.
2. Men are vetted for construction jobs based on shoe size.
3. Gender stereotyping by the retail industry is alive and well.

I found exactly one line of steel-toed non-slip footgear for women, charmingly referred to as the “Amy” line; however, they are not boots. They are what is known as “factory shoes,” which are fine for manufacturing floors but not for construction sites–essentially, they’re not boots; they look like running shoes.

So, I was finally forced to buy the absolute smallest size workboot I could find, which is a men’s size 7. Whatever my foot size is in men’s boots, it is shorter by at least an inch than a men’s size 7–but I can keep the damn things on, at least, and that’s clearly the best I am going to be able to do on short notice. I’ve put in an e-mail to a friend of mine who works in the safety department of a previous job, who will hopefully provide me with some links to online ordering companies specializing in steel-toed non-slip workboots like whatever company it was that provided the boots for my first job out of college. But since I need these boots next week, for now, I am stuck with boots that do not fit and will probably rub my feet raw and fail to contribute to my gracefulness in navigating trip hazards on the construction site.

<—-pissed OFF!