Thoughts I Had While Trimming My 6 Inch Long Toenails
- If cinnamon buns were sentient beings, would I be considered a serial killer? Or have I killed and eaten so many that I could be tried for crimes against . . . cinnamon bunanity? I totally just made up a word.
- Would Superman’s super-hearing be a disadvantage in a fight with Black Bolt?
- I’ve always wanted red hair (hopefully the kind that I can control with my mind like Medusa of the Inhumans. I would make my hair choke people.) but it would look horrible with my Killer Croc skin.
- I’ve found a woman friendly space online in which women can have debates about feminism and still be respected. It’s nice to not have to deal with MRAs or the faux-feminist males who think they know better than women about how to be a feminist. What’s particularly interesting is that a place like that is needed at all—most men see every place as their place. If they see a woman’s blog or a mostly female message board, they think it’s their right and privilege to go into those places and demand answers and basically take over the conversation. All privileges of being male: their voice is considered more important so they know that people will listen to them, they think they belong everywhere, and they think they should have a say in a movement that is for someone else. Oh, to have that kind of nerve—or, as I like to call it, privilege of not having to think about people, especially when, on some level, you consider those people less than you. These type of men are not allies of feminists.
- I have no problem with this guy—except for his voice. I have no idea why but I hate it.
- It’s always interesting to see the debate about porn/sexualized images reduced to someone telling a woman that she’s just jealous or by calling someone a prude for thinking that the massive amount of over-sexualized images of women in society just might have some sort of influence on how women in society are viewed. By “interesting” I mean stupid and by “someone” I mean the same sort of people who believe sexuality is power for women (thus reducing women to their sexuality) and people who like to yell out “Napoleon had a mom!” It’s a sign of simplistic and dualistic thinking. It’s also interesting to see men turn a conversation about women and the influence of a sexist culture on them into a conversation about men. It becomes some sort of nonsense about censorship or feminists trying to control how men think. All just a red herring and a change of the conversation—a change of the conversation that, not surprisingly, moves the debate back around to men and how they feel about it.
- How can one person manage to comment on like, 50 gazillion blogs at about a comment every half an hour? This is a superpower and it must be shared with the masses. Or at least other LJ users.
- You know those people who die alone in their homes and their cats eat their corpses? If I oversleep, will my cat start nibbling on my toes? You laugh but my husband woke up one night and she had started working on his fingers so I can only assume that she figures if our eyes our closed, we’re fair game.
- I have to get new glasses. I want some Elton John glasses. Why? Just because.
- I like turtles.
- My investigation into this thing called the Internet has shown me that some people can only get people to pay attention to them when they’re ripping into someone else. No original thoughts of their own.
- My husband and I argue about donuts.
- I’m glad to see Ami is back to blogging more now. Hi Ami!
- I haven’t watched Smallville in weeks. I wonder if the sun is still shining out of Lana Lang’s ass?
- My pinky finger and the blue button are out to get me. They are working together to make sure that I never do well in Guitar Heroes III. Bastards.
- I got a mod for my Sims 2 game. It lets me force them to breed with anyone that I want them to breed with. I created a town and made them all inbreed. I may be sick but my experiment showed something interesting: after about three generations, no one had a nose.
- I think the whole forgive and forget crap is nonsense. Why would you put yourself in a position to be treated badly once again?
- Justice League: The New Frontier comes out on DVD on Tuesday.
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How did this post get to be so long? Oh, yeah. I think a lot of crap in the 8 hours it takes me to trim my toenails. But don’t worry folks. I still have 4 inches of nail on each toe—perfect for warmer weather and flip-flops!
Destroying My Childhood
One article at a time.
If that’s not enough, here’s Smurfette’s origin.
She was magically created from clay by the Smurfs’ enemy, Gargamel, so that she would use her charms to cause jealousy and competition among the Smurfs in order to cause their fall. He left her in the forest and a passing Smurf took her to the Smurf village, where she was kept out of kindness.
Gargamel’s plans didn’t work well at first, as her appearance was flawed. He had designed her in such a way that she might be attractive to a sad and despicable person like himself, but to the Smurfs she looked like just a male Smurf but with long spikey black hair and a dress. She tried to be feminine and considerate, but was unattractive and proved to be more annoying than seductive.
Frustrated, the Smurfs got back at her by making her think that she had put on weight and was becoming fat, thus causing her to fall into a state of depression. Papa Smurf took pity on her and practised plastic Smurferyon her for several days and nights in order to make her the beautiful and appealing Smurfette the other Smurfs know today. This time, she caused almost every Smurf of the village to fall in love with her.
Here Ya Go
This not only derails the discussion but also tries to turn the insults/race issues into the fault of POC and their tone. Many POC have come to the realization that the expectation of politeness when saying something insulting is a form of privilege.
This scenerio plays out in debates about feminism as well. Smile and be nice, ladies and POC. Prove to the people with privilege why you should be treated as their equals. 
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Something I Saw Today That Kind of Freaked Me Out But I Didn’t Have a Camera and So I Couldn’t Get Proof of It.
A mini Hulk Hogan.
I Will Never Be That Innocent Again
I was hitting link after link and exploring the World Wide Web earlier today. Back from my explorations, I can tell you this: don’t ever hit link after link and explore the World Wide Web. Not only will you despair for humanity but you’ll have images in your brain that you can never get rid of.
Not surprisingly, most of those images will be some sort of porn.
But I did stumble across this blog entry and so I give you this link. You can hit that link. What I said before doesn’t count right now. Go on. Hit it.
Valentine’s Day
As the most irritating holiday in existence draws closer, I want to share with you yet another romantic conversation I’ve just had with my husband.
We were discussing our burial methods and Hubby decided that he wants to be cremated. Being the romantic that I am, I said, “No problem. I’ll just flush you down the toilet. But it will make dancing on your grave meaningless.”
He laughed nervously and then asked me what I wanted done with my corpse. I gave the obvious answer and told him, “I don’t want cremated. Bury me and I’ll wait for the Zombie Apocalypse. I’m totally going to get some kick ass brains from the dummies holed up in the abandoned building. Then, I’ll be part of the group of zombies who turn on the weaker zombies and then maybe we’ll set up a zombie city. With a zombie bank and a zombie cab company! Oh, I know! Our zombie mayor would make long speeches in our new language, which would consist of moans, groans, and drooling. Then—”
And then my husband cut me off because I had scared him. But that’s OK because that happens a lot. Then he sat in a corner and cried.
Anyway, this weird post is brought to you by Valentine’s Day and how much I hate it.
Here Ya Go
There’s a discussion going on over at WOW Insider about sexism in World of Warcraft. I’m not linking to it so you can read the main post, which is just full of I’m not a feminist but . . . BS and the notion of how women should act like ladies. No, I’m sending you over there for the comments on the post. Yet again, we see debate about something that’s not open for debate: equal treatment and respect for women. People who argue against it are feeding into the misogyny of a patriarchal culture and most of them aren’t even aware of how that misogyny colors so much of their thinking.
But don’t point it out to them. That just means you’re an angry, unpleasant woman—not someone bringing up uncomfortable truths about their reality.
And don’t worry—it doesn’t take long for the But what about the menz??! crowd to show up.
I Have a Problem
Thanks to Cartoon Network for hooking me up with my new obsession, Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace.
