Here Ya Go
I’m no fan of the people over at TWoP but Lisa turned me on to Miss Alli’s new blog and I thought this post was interesting. You may want to avoid the comments—they’re full of special snowflake women.
If you can stomach the I’m Smarter Than You vibe that runs through the comments, then you should check out her post on homemade iced coffee. I have just discovered this joyous creation and I will feed my addiction by trying out her recipe. I’m sure I’ll screw it up but screwing up is what I do in the kitchen. It’s my thang, people. It’s my thang.
OMG
One of my favorite books ever is Alice in Wonderland. How did I not know about this movie?
Oh, that’s right. I’m a shut-in. Huh. Well, it beats having to wear pants! 
Sigh
OK, since I started playing WoW I’ve wanted one thing more than any other in the game: a skeleton horse. The Undead mount. But I have never been able to level up a Horde character past 28. No, really. I can not do it. For some reason, I find the areas around that level so boring and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Well, the recent patch has lowered the level when you can get a mount from 40 to 30 so that gives me a reason to push on through those boring levels. And I did. I got a Horde character to 41 and I’ve been strutting around the apartment for weeks. Though this strutting does not equal my Alliance character hitting 70 dance—we like to call that one The Running Woman Who Accidentally Ran Into the Wall and Stubbed Her Toe—it still has managed to make my husband mildly uncomfortable.
My Horde character is an Orc and I fear that she’ll look really stupid on the skeleton horse. But since in real life I wear a beanie cap with matching pants, I do not fear looking stupid. So I took my Orc to the Undead starting are to grind for rep—in English, that means that I went to where the Undead characters start and decided to do those easy quests to gain reputation. You need a certain level of reputation with whichever group you want to buy a mount from. This is a pretty regular occurrence with higher level characters who want another mount. Apparently, this guy did not know that.
I am the one talking to NoName. Now, forgive me for my bad high school Spanish, which I didn’t do very well in, and for my poking of Teh Stupid. And while I laughed for quite some time at this player, it also made me shake my head in annoyance. I am very careful when I play WoW. I don’t pull kills away from people. If I do by accident then I apologize (yes, yes, I am lame). I am especially careful when I grind rep in newbie areas to stay away from the other characters there who need the kills to level up. Maybe I didn’t see this guy and I pulled something from him. If he had pointed that out, I’d have apologized.
But he didn’t so I teased him and laughed at him. Ahhhh, WoW. Possibly the best showcase in the world for Teh Stupid that is people.
I have to admit that not 15 minutes later, another player asked to group with me. He was friendly and polite and he got help with some of his quests so . . . there you go.
Here Ya Go
What Is Wrong With You People?!
Why are people defending this? Seriously . . . WTF? I get that it was temporary but he did something to her body without her consent. Why is that a hard concept to grasp? What the hell? Read the comments and weep yet again for humanity.
Shocking.
Apparently, Melissa over at Shakesville upset some people by complaining about the Fat Princess game. They have responded in a logical, mature manner—oh, who am I kidding? They’ve photoshopped a bunch of pictures and are calling her names.
Believe it or not, there is a great comment there among all the stupid being thrown at her. This is from BStu78:
Here Ya Go
Ami reminded me of this website, which gives me a great excuse to use this picture:
Now, it was either the American Women suck group or this group (or maybe another group entirely) that stormed a message board I once posted at. I linked to them and they ran in to defend themselves with name calling and stories of their parents’ marriages. The best part of it was that a bunch of us (myself included) refused to debate them, causing all of their genitals to shrivel up and die. There’s nothing a woman-hating man hates more than a woman who doesn’t think he’s important enough to pay attention to or who doesn’t recognize his genius.
But here’s the great part (besides the fact that I can’t remember who it was that posted at that board): it was a perfect example of the fact that some men feel they deserve a response. They have been taught that everyplace is theirs so men like this storm message boards or blogs and demand a response from women. And as they argue their points, they’re proving the other side’s arguments simply by being there, taking over the conversation, and then whining about their lack of response back at their own board. At the time, I was honestly shocked by their actions but now I understand them a bit better.
And while we’re on the subject of men who hate women, I found this beauty through Dirty Rotten Feminist.
Now, I show you this because it’s some crazy shit. These are real people who believe this stuff and take the time to post in on the Internet. And even if they don’t believe it, they are tapping into something that exists in society. These are your average guys—men you pass on the street. And while they may not say these sort of things to your face, they are thinking them. And that’s why I post this stupid shit for you to read.
Here Ya Go
I found this through Shakesville. I’ll file this under This Can’t Be Real, Right? because not only is the game offensive (It’s like that Wonder Woman Playboy spread for me. I’m not upset about it personally but I can see that it represents bigger problems in society.) but it looks . . . dumb. I mean, if you’re going to make a game that basically mocks a portion of the world’s population then at least you could make it worth playing. Get something out of your stupidity!
Anyway, here’s another post about the game (and why have I never seen that blog before?). Honestly, I point this stuff out to you and most of the time I can’t think of anything to say about it because sometimes, the stupid is too obvious to waste time on. At least there are other people with more patience who are willing to write out coherent arguments against this kind of stuff.
ETA: The major defense for this game seems to be “Lighten up! It’s just a game!” and “Shouldn’t women be glad that there’s a fat woman in a video game?” So . . . there ya go. There’s stupid enough to go around. There are a lot of people who don’t seem to get the idea that the mocking of woman, especially in relation to their body size, is directly connected to feminism and the Patriarchal notion that women’s bodies are public property and open to public comment. Sex objects or jokes for the female characters. Leave the character development and the great stories for the male characters. Here’s another take on it.
But I guess us gals should just be happy we’re represented in a video game at all, right? 
The Dark Knight
I finally saw this movie. You know I had to put it off because the theaters were so crowded this past weekend—I hate people way too much to sit in a theater full of them.
So . . . why is everyone talking about the Joker when they should be talking about Harvey Dent/Two-Face? I mean . . . seriously, people. Get with the program. Granted, Ledger did a great job with the Joker but Aaron Eckhart was so many kinds of awesome—in a subtle way—as Dent.
Of course, take this all with a grain of salt. I hate the Joker and I have had nightmares about him. Two-Face is one of the few villians in comics who I find to be interesting, especially when he’s given a great origin story.
And I’ve never seen Maggie Gyllenhaal in anything before—too busy watching cartoons and playing with my toys—but she was pretty great too.
And there was some guy dressed like a bat but I didn’t really pay that much attention to him.
You know, this movie is like Batman Begins for me. If I sat down and wrote up a list of everything I wanted in a Batman movie, both BB and TDK would have pretty much everything on my list. But . . . there’s still something missing for me. I can’t put my finger on it but I’ve left the theaters after seeing both movies and been very blah about them. It’s very odd and makes me feel like I should turn in my comic book geek badge or something.
