| Look! People who have hit on me . . . or my page, rather. |
[Dec. 31st, 2010|08:23 pm] |
This post will stay at the top, so consider it the open forum as well. A good place for random communications that aren't related to an entry, or to say howdy-hey to me if you're one of the readers of this site that don't know me from non-'net life.
Enjoy!
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| Bodily awareness |
[May. 12th, 2008|11:31 pm] |
One little discussed byproduct of the push for women to hate their bodies is the fallout from the split that emerges between mind/body.
I imagine a big contributing factor is that dieting rhetoric makes it sound as if there is "you" and then there is "your fat" or "your body". That there is the "skinny girl" inside all of that chub. Furthering this split are the attempts to comfort fat girls by telling them what great personalities they have, how smart they are, etc. Those things are wonderful and true, but it serves to further separate women's minds from their bodies.
I've noticed this in myself in a number of ways. Currently or in the past, I have been known to:
--ignore or diminish if I am in pain
--ignore/diminish being too hot or cold
--think spending money on things for my body are "not worth it" because what difference does a softer shirt make?
--find myself confused by how tired I am after doing several tasks in a row
One thing that has certainly brought me back into my body is sex. From there, I've been working to erase the lines between my body and myself. If without my body I cease to exist then my body is me. I find myself doing more and more things that respect what my body wants---buying laundry detergent that smells nice, spending a little more for that soft shirt, investing in a window herb garden to have the freshest flavors available. I am trying to pay more attention to my bodily comfort and to estimate and plan better for when I will be tired, hungry, or achy.
How are you all with this issue? Experience it or don't? How do you deal? |
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| NO SCHOOOOOL!!! |
[May. 12th, 2008|07:35 am] |
Hell to the yeah, I love days off!
The best ones are like today---I am really tired and could use the extra sleep, it's pooey outside (rainy) and I was halfway there when I heard the announcement. I definitely started going WOOOOOO HELL YES NO SCHOOL OMG YAAAAAY and then turned around at the next light.
I swear, I really do like my job. As I tell the kids though, I love sleep even more. |
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| A little broken. |
[May. 8th, 2008|05:41 pm] |
I got into education---and literature in particular--- partly because I love them both. Mostly though, I got into the field I am in because I want to improve the world around me. I think the best way to improve our world is to reduce bigotry and prejudice and ignorance through exposing our young to other people, cultures, and ways of life.
This makes it especially hard when I have a day like today, where students openly display such negative feelings towards gay and black students. I won't get into the two incidents, but there was no question that these students see these people as some sort of scary other.
It is both my job/not my job to give students a character education. Schools and parents will insist that we do . . . .until they disagree with what we're saying. Then suddenly they cry it's not our job. I myself am torn on the issue---I want them to get it at home, but public education is often the only place where a child may be exposed to an important other point of view.
I'm blathering on with all this to say that when I see a student who has had me in class for months, who has seen my example every day, and who still holds such bigoted ideas . . . . my heart breaks a little. |
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| Things that I am embarassingly excited about. |
[May. 7th, 2008|08:28 pm] |
OMFG YAAAAAAAAY.
Zach Braff posted to his blog to announce that Scrubs is NOT OVER!!!!! Previously it was going to be over this week, and srsly, I was going to be all pouty and cry, cry. Because I'm obsessed like that.
But it's not!
18 more episodes! |
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| Oh, I am so surprised. Not. |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|05:28 pm] |
| Your LJ Slut Stats! |
| Out of your 29 friends, percentages you have: |
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62.06%
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51.72% |
| dated |
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6.89%
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| kissed |
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24.13%
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| seen shirtless |
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20.68%
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| seen naked |
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10.34%
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| had net sex |
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6.89%
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| made out with |
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13.79%
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| had oral sex |
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6.89%
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| fucked |
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6.89%
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| Get your LJ Slut Stats! |
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| Clearly, I need to meet someone with a sewing fetish. |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|04:31 pm] |
The back of my legs are on the strained side today. What was I doing, you ask?
Dancing? Working out? Yoga? The nasty?
Sadly, all no.
I was sewing. Surely everyone does the splits and stretches around to get things they need rather than getting up. Right?
I also sew naked. |
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| Observe as I increasingly become a caricature of myself. |
[Apr. 23rd, 2008|10:19 pm] |
Evidence:
1. I made indoor s'mores. Not sensibly in the micro, but over an unscented candle. Those fondue stickers come in handy--thanks mom!
2. I was slick after getting out of the shower and a bottle of hair stuff slipped out my hand. I squeaked. Involuntarily. |
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| Stupid nightmares. |
[Apr. 23rd, 2008|04:03 pm] |
I've been having them pretty badly lately. Like, they have invaded my napping and that's not normal. I don't know what the deal is, honestly.
This morning I woke up from a really scary one in which I was standing in a gymnasium while zombie hordes swarmed around me. That sort of scary thing is totally weird for one of my dreams. They didn't attack me, but . . . .
They ate one of my students.
One I actually rather dislike.
It scared me silly and I felt sorta guilty . . . but oh man, funny. |
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| I could do with some kissing. That's not related to this post, it's just true is all. |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|11:04 pm] |
This was going to be a post about what I've been thinking about the last couple days. It was going to be about some things I've realized. But after 3 false starts, I chucked it. Here's the gist:
I'm pretty much okay.
I have stubbed my toe on the nasty fact that I am, indeed, human.
I have shape-shifting insecurities. I would be discouraged by this, but it means they know how tough survival is in my head these days. Watch out, you bastards ;-) |
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| Stretching out like a sea of blah before me . . . . |
[Apr. 17th, 2008|03:29 pm] |
I have been . . . dare I say it . . . . kind of bored this week. I feel like I'm missing out on something, but I'll be damned if I know what it is. Some novelty, I guess. During the week I end up doing a lot of the same things because there is little time or energy to do much else. Couple that with what looks to be a bland weekend (though I could be wrong, there may be a group trip in my future) and . . . . meeehh, bored.
I realize that maxim holds that "if you're bored, you're boring" but I guess I'm not quite sure how to stop being boring right now.
Hmpgh. |
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| Making inferences |
[Apr. 15th, 2008|07:33 pm] |
Coworker: It sucks, but as a teacher, you just can't be bad. You have to go out of town if you want to be a drunken whore.
Me: I've never been much of a drunk. |
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| I am so gross. Just fyi. |
[Apr. 12th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
I cleaned my car today for the first time in a year. It was disgusting in the severe. The slopped residue of so many tea/coffee/soda beverages made this sticky blackish sludge that took 4 towels and a soaking of shout to overcome.
I removed an entire bag of trash from my car.
Ewwwww. |
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| I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!!!! |
[Apr. 6th, 2008|05:59 pm] |
Yes, I'm 5. I'm also vair vair excited. It will be the last week of June.
If I don't melt in the heat I plan to ride Tower of Terror at MGM until I poo my pants. |
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| Have you ever noticed . . . |
[Apr. 2nd, 2008|07:15 pm] |
. . . that when fundies rail and scream that "OMG TEH GHEYS WILL DESTROY OUR NASHUN!!!" . . . . they have no idea how that will exactly work? It's all "they're destroying our youth!" and "no society or religion thinks homosexuality is moral!" and "it ruins marriage!!" . . . . but never how exactly it does those things.
My plan for destroying the nation is to engage a high enough volume of people in sweet bangin' so that we run out of all rubber and plastics due to toy usage.
Too many dongs, not enough tires, our nation collapses.
What's your plan? Straight allies should also agree to DESTROY TEH NASHUN in solidarity, of course :-) |
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| My favorite lame pickup line: |
[Mar. 31st, 2008|11:34 pm] |
"If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"
What's yours? |
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| I haz an accomplishment!! |
[Mar. 27th, 2008|09:59 pm] |
I moved up to the next level in belly dance! Wooo!
I feel talented and stuff :-) |
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| Conversations on race |
[Mar. 23rd, 2008|01:26 pm] |
Having read and participated in enough discussions about race in America, I've been working on putting together a list of things that I see white people do that shut down the conversation. Conversations about race are surely riddled with other problems, but I'm listing these ones because: 1. I see them most often 2. I used to pull a lot of these. Yes, really, so this isn't me being More Liberal Than Thou. I remember being raised to talk like this about race because my parents talk this way about it.
These things are:
1. Turning the conversation into proving that "I'M NOT RACIST!!!11". Making your own comfort (ie, not feeling like a biggot) as a white person the focus of a conversation about race not only derails any attempts at solutions, it also shows just about how concerned you are with the issues POC are trying to raise. Who cares if beauty mags only pick white-looking black women to show, I'M NOT RACIST!!11 for reading those magazines. Real productive, right?
2. "But my family immigrated too." Chances are, your family came because they wanted to. No one grabbed them before they had the chance to grab so much as one possession. Imagine what it would be like to be taken from your home right now with what you have on you and then dumped off in an ocean away from home. You can't speak the language, you don't have a thing on you money or barter wise, and you aren't able to contact anyone to send you anything, and no one will pay you for your work. What effect would that have on you? Your family? This segues into . . .
3. "But slavery was a long time ago." Look at the above situation. Do you think that kind of poverty might affect your grandchildren? Your great grandchildren? That much aside, consider that racism was blatantly institutional in a time that your parents were kids. (Here I assume most of the reader base of this journal has parents in their 40s/50s) The right to vote wasn't granted to POC until 1964. My dad was 8 that year. Consider how not having your interests represented democratically would effect your ability to prosper in the area you live in.
4. "But I know rich black/brown people! " Naturally. Does that mean that the number of POC with wealth, who go to jail, etc is equal in proportion to their amount of the U.S. population? No, it doesn't.
I sure as hell don't have solutions for all the problems regarding race in this world . . . but talking about and trying to end a conversation with these points just doesn't get us anywhere. I was glad each time I met someone who explained how the above lines of reasoning I was using were faulty . . . so uh, tag, you're it :-) |
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