I'm missing it. I was re-reading some of my 2005-2007 posts, and despite the typos, there was an immediacy there. Mainly because I was desperate. I wrote that when things settled down, which they definitely have, this blog would become boring. It's not boring to me, but it doesn't have that edge of your seat panic-stricken feel to it.
For my life, and for me, that's good. For the blog, not so good. However, this isn't one of those "I'm stopping this blog posts." It's an "I'm trying to find a new direction" post. I don't want this to be a dating blog (while I date, there's not enough material there, and most of the dating faux pas and foibles that occur I've already written about), or any other single issue blog. Feminism interests me the most, and is closest to my heart, but I'm not a radical enough feminist to make that work. Religion interests me, but not as a single issue that I write about. So, I'll just keep writing about my life and assume that I'll either get my groove back or I won't.
Well, now that I have that cleared up (huh?), this post is done.
February 26, 2009
February 21, 2009
Bright, Bright Sunshiney Day
I'm so looking forward to today. After a couple weeks of true crap (layoffs at work, so hence fear and loathing in the office, although me and mine were unaffected; worries about NiQ and DOL; general mid-winter malaise), there's a nice Innana/Foilwoman funfest on offer, including used book stores, donations (Kira, DG grew out of some of the lovely clothes you first sent for TG -- of course we still have tons, she's the best-dressed four-year old ever -- and I'm giving the unstained, untorn ones that my neighbor with a smaller child doesn't need to a local thrift shop so someone else gets the benefit of Ariana's fashion sense), and some Italian food.
Even though this is my non-custodial weekend, I had a fun evening at chess and gaming with TG.
And today is sunny and a nice day to drive out to points west for true bargains on books.* So I'm off.
*Which I won't be paying cash for anyway -- I'll just buy with the store credit I'll get for trading books in.
Even though this is my non-custodial weekend, I had a fun evening at chess and gaming with TG.
And today is sunny and a nice day to drive out to points west for true bargains on books.* So I'm off.
*Which I won't be paying cash for anyway -- I'll just buy with the store credit I'll get for trading books in.
February 19, 2009
The Need for Human Contact -- What Would You Do to Be Liked?
Right now, my answer is: not a whole hell of a lot. Part of that is a function of my familial circumstance. As the mother of a nine-year old and a four-year old, I can have all the physical affection I want. I thought DG had given up the beloved (by me) running hug, but it's back. This morning, I got a Pumba (from Lion King) hug, a shark hug, a frog hug, and a somersault hug. On Tuesday night, both girls moved into my bedroom and I awoke feeling mildly squashed and kicked, but it was a good squashed and kicked. TG had me in quite the clinch, too. Since she's just a few belts away from a black belt in karate, I felt a bit afraid, too, as well as essential.
When I was younger, I sought out others' approval. Now? Meh. Clearly, when the girls hit their teen years, I'll have to rethink this whole thing. It's hard for me to get into the frame of mind of people who wonder why someone doesn't like them or doesn't call. My thoughts are: So what. Go do something else with someone else. But then, my problem is not filling up free time. It's finding free time and clean socks and stockings without runs whenever I need to wear a skirt on short notice.
But again and again it hits me how much people are motivated by wanting to be liked by others. To be included in the A-list, with the in-crowd, the cool kids. I always want to grab these people, invariably youngsters (well, under 35, unless they are truly pathetic) and say: No! If someone won't like you because you drink Schlitz rather than some unique microbrew or Almaden rather than some saucy Shiraz or eat sweet and sour pork* rather than sushi or wear Maybelline rather than Marcella Borghese (or just don't wear over-priced and completely unnecessary makeup at all), you're better off.
I'm hopeful that this will be a benefit of tough economic times -- that people will stop defining themselves by what they buy and what they own (a recipe for dissatisfaction however you slice it), stop thinking of spending money as recreation, and actually seek out substance. But the yearning these longings, to own the right clothes or other things, to eat the right food, is really as much about exclusion of others as it is to make sure you belong. Because how can you belong if you can't point to that non-sushi-eating sweet-and-sour-pork eating doofus and say "He's NQOKD**" and feel better about oneself.
People seem to spend an inordinate amount of time differentiating themselves and their in groups or the in groups to which they aspire. Wouldn't it just be easier to know oneself? Not everyone is going to fit in 100% and most people will only fit in partially into one's interests and beliefs. But isn't that how one stretches and grows?
Of course, fighting against such dynamics and human tendencies is as futile as ordering the tide not to come in. But I wonder why I'm such a non-joiner and why most of us seek out others to define us.
*Innana once had an acquaintance tell her that the acquaintance stopped dating a guy because he ordered sweet and sour pork and a Chinese restaurant. Why? Because sweet and sour pork is so blue collar. Of course, a lot of upscale New England WASPs from beyond Pluto have eaten sweet and sour pork, but hey. But the analysis stands: the man rejected for eating the wrong Chinese meal got a get out of misery free card, he just didn't know it.
**Not Quite Our Kind Dear.
When I was younger, I sought out others' approval. Now? Meh. Clearly, when the girls hit their teen years, I'll have to rethink this whole thing. It's hard for me to get into the frame of mind of people who wonder why someone doesn't like them or doesn't call. My thoughts are: So what. Go do something else with someone else. But then, my problem is not filling up free time. It's finding free time and clean socks and stockings without runs whenever I need to wear a skirt on short notice.
But again and again it hits me how much people are motivated by wanting to be liked by others. To be included in the A-list, with the in-crowd, the cool kids. I always want to grab these people, invariably youngsters (well, under 35, unless they are truly pathetic) and say: No! If someone won't like you because you drink Schlitz rather than some unique microbrew or Almaden rather than some saucy Shiraz or eat sweet and sour pork* rather than sushi or wear Maybelline rather than Marcella Borghese (or just don't wear over-priced and completely unnecessary makeup at all), you're better off.
I'm hopeful that this will be a benefit of tough economic times -- that people will stop defining themselves by what they buy and what they own (a recipe for dissatisfaction however you slice it), stop thinking of spending money as recreation, and actually seek out substance. But the yearning these longings, to own the right clothes or other things, to eat the right food, is really as much about exclusion of others as it is to make sure you belong. Because how can you belong if you can't point to that non-sushi-eating sweet-and-sour-pork eating doofus and say "He's NQOKD**" and feel better about oneself.
People seem to spend an inordinate amount of time differentiating themselves and their in groups or the in groups to which they aspire. Wouldn't it just be easier to know oneself? Not everyone is going to fit in 100% and most people will only fit in partially into one's interests and beliefs. But isn't that how one stretches and grows?
Of course, fighting against such dynamics and human tendencies is as futile as ordering the tide not to come in. But I wonder why I'm such a non-joiner and why most of us seek out others to define us.
*Innana once had an acquaintance tell her that the acquaintance stopped dating a guy because he ordered sweet and sour pork and a Chinese restaurant. Why? Because sweet and sour pork is so blue collar. Of course, a lot of upscale New England WASPs from beyond Pluto have eaten sweet and sour pork, but hey. But the analysis stands: the man rejected for eating the wrong Chinese meal got a get out of misery free card, he just didn't know it.
**Not Quite Our Kind Dear.
Sexuality, Sexism, Patriarchy, Women's Desire, and Heterosexuality
Andy posted a comment about a recent study that claims that the part of mens' brains that light up when they see a picture of a bikini-clad woman is the same part of the brain that lights up when men see a picture of a power tool. Not the part of their brain that otherwise lights up when they see a human being. Fortunately, Salon's Broadsheet also wrote about this, and Tracy Clark-Flory pretty much said everything I could say, and much better and probably without typos.
But the comment and the study got me thinking about women's sexuality. So did another article in Broadsheet about the link between female lack of desire and sexism rather than the (manufactured) need for a desire-enhancing medication for women. To steal a phrase from the eminent Twisty Faster (and she uses the phrase with much more elan than I do and she also has a great post on women's sexuality and how it is not portrayed at all accurately or understood by most of the known universe), fortunately for you all, I am the world's formost expert on at least one woman's sexuality (mine), and while I won't go into a lot of detail, there will be some sex talk in this post. So brace yourself (or, "Sheila, are you awake?", to steal another sexist trope/stereotype/whatever) Brian, we're off and running. I don't mean this post to be prurient or arousing to anyone, but if that should happen, well, we all feel desire sometime, so I'm not going to worry about that.
In the last years of my now over marriage, my desire for my ex-husband disappeared. Mainly because he was sucking me dry of money, energy, and sanity. My desire reappeared (but not for my ex-husband) once I redirected my focus to men who might actually bring what desire I felt to fruition. And yes, I am responsible for my own orgasm, but no, being a heterosexual woman does not mean I want to engage in non-orgasmic sex (for me) while Brian or Nigel or whoever has his three quick squirts and it's over and then says "Did you come?"
When I have sex with a man, we're on two different timetables, and if he can't figure out that he'd better accommodate my timetable (let's be honest, he's gonna come, okay? It's my orgasm that's the variable) and do it without making me negotiate. The minute I have to negotiate to have a sexual partner please me, I'm so out of bed. Or off the table or whatever.
To which, I'll add: the vaginal orgasm may not be entirely mythical (although you couldn't prove that by me -- I've never had an orgasm that didn't involve direct clitoral stimulation), but the hands and the tongue are much more important tools for a man trying to please a woman (Those of you who don't want to please a woman and just want your own orgasm? Go away now. Thank you.) All the Viagra ads about pleasing your partner really miss the point. You can still please your partner without an erection if you don't make the erection and the penis this issue. Just get to work.
It makes me wish I were gay in that it would be so much easier to be attracted to someone who's sexual timetable and road map is more closely aligned to mine. The way women's sexuality is portrayed in the media and by religion (you know, fulfilment pleasing your man, nothing else) has nothing to do, and I do mean nothing to do, with how my sexuality works. YMMV, and I'm sure many women will tell me otherwise, but yeah, the whole thing gives me a headache.
And yes, I had two nice dates this month, and may have more, but really, I'm in no hurry to do more than that. I'm tired, too, of course.
But the comment and the study got me thinking about women's sexuality. So did another article in Broadsheet about the link between female lack of desire and sexism rather than the (manufactured) need for a desire-enhancing medication for women. To steal a phrase from the eminent Twisty Faster (and she uses the phrase with much more elan than I do and she also has a great post on women's sexuality and how it is not portrayed at all accurately or understood by most of the known universe), fortunately for you all, I am the world's formost expert on at least one woman's sexuality (mine), and while I won't go into a lot of detail, there will be some sex talk in this post. So brace yourself (or, "Sheila, are you awake?", to steal another sexist trope/stereotype/whatever) Brian, we're off and running. I don't mean this post to be prurient or arousing to anyone, but if that should happen, well, we all feel desire sometime, so I'm not going to worry about that.
In the last years of my now over marriage, my desire for my ex-husband disappeared. Mainly because he was sucking me dry of money, energy, and sanity. My desire reappeared (but not for my ex-husband) once I redirected my focus to men who might actually bring what desire I felt to fruition. And yes, I am responsible for my own orgasm, but no, being a heterosexual woman does not mean I want to engage in non-orgasmic sex (for me) while Brian or Nigel or whoever has his three quick squirts and it's over and then says "Did you come?"
When I have sex with a man, we're on two different timetables, and if he can't figure out that he'd better accommodate my timetable (let's be honest, he's gonna come, okay? It's my orgasm that's the variable) and do it without making me negotiate. The minute I have to negotiate to have a sexual partner please me, I'm so out of bed. Or off the table or whatever.
To which, I'll add: the vaginal orgasm may not be entirely mythical (although you couldn't prove that by me -- I've never had an orgasm that didn't involve direct clitoral stimulation), but the hands and the tongue are much more important tools for a man trying to please a woman (Those of you who don't want to please a woman and just want your own orgasm? Go away now. Thank you.) All the Viagra ads about pleasing your partner really miss the point. You can still please your partner without an erection if you don't make the erection and the penis this issue. Just get to work.
It makes me wish I were gay in that it would be so much easier to be attracted to someone who's sexual timetable and road map is more closely aligned to mine. The way women's sexuality is portrayed in the media and by religion (you know, fulfilment pleasing your man, nothing else) has nothing to do, and I do mean nothing to do, with how my sexuality works. YMMV, and I'm sure many women will tell me otherwise, but yeah, the whole thing gives me a headache.
And yes, I had two nice dates this month, and may have more, but really, I'm in no hurry to do more than that. I'm tired, too, of course.
February 16, 2009
Let's Reveal the Cheapos (More Money Saving and Job Preservation Tips)
So we're all still nervous about our jobs and our budgets. More help from your favorite tarnished tinfoil termagent. [For some reason, my formatting is gone, so I'll edit this later to match the previous list once I can easily do list enumeration.]
1--Job preservation: quit the IM'ing and blogging from work. Don't do it. There's a record, you can be fired for it, and why not do something productive?
2--Job preservation: don't be the person who uses up all your leave, sick leave and vacation leave, all the time, sometimes in advance. If you're laid off, you'll need the vacation leave to tide you over, and bosses notice this. Employers actually pay you to be at work, not to take vacation. It's a tough old world out there.
3--Job preservation: keep your mouth shut about employer secrets, unless you should be talking to a prosecutor. You don't have to like your boss, but if she signs your paycheck, you do owe her some loyalty. Making your employer look bad only increases your chances of a career change opportunity.
4--Money saving: look for freebies on Craig's List and Freecycle.
5--Money saving: whereever possible, buy cheaper and used on Ebay, Craig's List, used bookstores, thrift shops, etc.
6--Money saving: don't buy anything unless you actually need the darn thing.
7--Money saving: while buying in bulk often saves you money, only buy in bulk the things you can use in a timely manner. If you live alone, the 10 pounds of potatoes might not be the best deal.
8--Money saving (and good for the environment): wash clothes by hand rather than dry clean whenever possible and when using the washing machine, use cold water. Air dry as much as possible.
9--Money saving (and good for the environment): air dry your hair after washing (it's better for your hair, too).
10--Money saving: mend your clothes (this assumes you know how to sew a seam -- something you should know, anyway).
11--Money saving (and good for the environment): Turn off lights in rooms you're not in. Use natural light whenever possible.
12--Money saving (and good for the environment): Instead of paying for a health club membership, walk and bike (or run, if you're a masochist, but please don't wear those skimpy shorts unless you really are that fit) when possible, help others carry bags (weightlifting), pick up children and hug them, or borrow a four year old and bench press her (DG is available for people in the 45 lb range, for a small fee, and TG for those in the 90 lb range).
More later.
1--Job preservation: quit the IM'ing and blogging from work. Don't do it. There's a record, you can be fired for it, and why not do something productive?
2--Job preservation: don't be the person who uses up all your leave, sick leave and vacation leave, all the time, sometimes in advance. If you're laid off, you'll need the vacation leave to tide you over, and bosses notice this. Employers actually pay you to be at work, not to take vacation. It's a tough old world out there.
3--Job preservation: keep your mouth shut about employer secrets, unless you should be talking to a prosecutor. You don't have to like your boss, but if she signs your paycheck, you do owe her some loyalty. Making your employer look bad only increases your chances of a career change opportunity.
4--Money saving: look for freebies on Craig's List and Freecycle.
5--Money saving: whereever possible, buy cheaper and used on Ebay, Craig's List, used bookstores, thrift shops, etc.
6--Money saving: don't buy anything unless you actually need the darn thing.
7--Money saving: while buying in bulk often saves you money, only buy in bulk the things you can use in a timely manner. If you live alone, the 10 pounds of potatoes might not be the best deal.
8--Money saving (and good for the environment): wash clothes by hand rather than dry clean whenever possible and when using the washing machine, use cold water. Air dry as much as possible.
9--Money saving (and good for the environment): air dry your hair after washing (it's better for your hair, too).
10--Money saving: mend your clothes (this assumes you know how to sew a seam -- something you should know, anyway).
11--Money saving (and good for the environment): Turn off lights in rooms you're not in. Use natural light whenever possible.
12--Money saving (and good for the environment): Instead of paying for a health club membership, walk and bike (or run, if you're a masochist, but please don't wear those skimpy shorts unless you really are that fit) when possible, help others carry bags (weightlifting), pick up children and hug them, or borrow a four year old and bench press her (DG is available for people in the 45 lb range, for a small fee, and TG for those in the 90 lb range).
More later.
February 12, 2009
Saving Money and Doing Good
In these financially frosty times, one needs something other than a love of alliteration to keep the heat on and food in the fridge. I know a broke single mother isn't exactly the money adviser you were hoping for, but I think raising two kids who are doing well, paying my bills, keeping my job, and still managing to do some things that help others without taking on any debt and while earning (slightly) less than the average in the expensive county where I live (and I live in one of the better-schools-and still-more-expensive-parts) give me some say so.
I keep reading articles about people having trouble keeping up with rising grocery and heat costs, and struggling to pay the mortgage or rent while worrying about their increasingly less-secure jobs (or, worse yet, trying to find new jobs). I've been there: 2005-2006 was that year for me: job-hunting while divorcing and recovering from surgery and childbirth. Total fear all the time. Even in this bad economy (and I do worry about my job and the jobs of those who report to me) I feel pretty secure. I'm not getting ahead yet -- that won't occur until I no longer have to pay for full-time child care -- but I'm holding my own and surviving.
Here are the tips, then:
I keep reading articles about people having trouble keeping up with rising grocery and heat costs, and struggling to pay the mortgage or rent while worrying about their increasingly less-secure jobs (or, worse yet, trying to find new jobs). I've been there: 2005-2006 was that year for me: job-hunting while divorcing and recovering from surgery and childbirth. Total fear all the time. Even in this bad economy (and I do worry about my job and the jobs of those who report to me) I feel pretty secure. I'm not getting ahead yet -- that won't occur until I no longer have to pay for full-time child care -- but I'm holding my own and surviving.
Here are the tips, then:
- Regarding heating in the winter and air-conditioning in the summer: accept that in winter you'll be cooler and in summer you'll be warmer. Really. Your home does not need to be a constant 70 degrees. One coworker commented that a 68 degrees room is "too cold". Don't turn up the heat. Put on a sweater. And fuzzy socks. And turn the heat down, down, down at night and use blankets. In summer, the reverse. In summer, close curtains when you're not there so the sun doesn't heat up the rooms. Even close them partially when you are there. And in spring and fall? Just enjoy the lovely weather. You'll save a ton of money, AND it's good for the environment.
- Gas is cheaper now, but whenever possible, walk or bike. Even for those of you who don't have heavy Metro subsidies, consider the overall cost to you and the environment of driving your car (wear and tear, raising the mileage, repairs to your car and the road system, insurance, tolls, risk of tickets and encounters with unpleasant law enforcement officials who always seem to be the guys who were bullies in high school, environmental degradation, noise pollution, and just general smelliness) and consider taking the bus or train.
- Learn to cook. Premade food is less nutritious than the same thing homemade, it doesn't taste as good, it costs more, it has more sodium and other chemicals, and it's overpackaged. Those roasted chickens you can buy at the grocery store cost a whole bunch more than the exact same chicken you roast yourself, and have a lot of crap in them you probably wouldn't want to ingest.
- Shop around. Giant used to give one gallon of milk free for every six gallons purchased, so I used to shop there, but they've stopped that (two kids -- I can go through six gallons in three weeks). Now Safeway, Target, and SFW have cheaper milk. I compare the prices in the weekly circulars and make lists for each store I can get to easily. I use the recyclable bags for which some stores give a $.05 per bag discount. I spend less than $70/week to feed four people (me, DG, TG, and Saintly Babysitter), including treats and the occasional bottle of wine.
- Give blood and get a free t-shirt. I don't buy t-shirts anymore. I just wear the ones the Red Cross gives me. Same with umbrellas, and lately, recyclable grocery bags.
- Look for win-win situations. I find salons (like Bella Bethesda this week, as a Valentine's Day celebration) who will give a free haircut in exchange for the hair (12" or more). Of course, I get my hair done every two years whether it needs it or not, but there you go.
- Along with 6, for women, consider every dollar you spend on trying to look fashionable and beautiful. Really look at it. Would any of your friends stop being your friends if you didn't: have a facial, get your hair highlighted, wear Jimmy Choos or whatever brand shoes or handbags, or have a bikini wax (ugh -- why not just get mugged for free -- about the same amount of pain, really)? If so, and this is really good advice: Get new friends.
- Give up cable and and Netflix and get to know your local library. In addition to books you might like reading, they've got movies. And books on tape. Free of charge.
- Barter: you've got some skills, right? Trade a knitting lesson for a minor car repair. That sort of thing.
We're just getting started here. That's just off the top of my head without even trying to organize my thoughts. But most of all, remember, whatever you buy or spend money on, that isn't really going to make you happy or cool or accepted or whatever. It's a temporary thing. The car that will make you a chick magnet? Not when you're in bankruptcy. Being able to cook a nice meal for someone you love? A good skill, and it saves you money.
February 8, 2009
Some Days Must Be Dark and Dreary
But, sorry, Longfellow, not today. I've been out chasing after a four-year old pedalling madly on her tricycle (DG looks truly demented -- head lowered, pedalled as fast as she can, and cackling with delight), but PdeFF took the girls back recently (it's his weekend with them, he just loaned them to me for Sunday school and some visiting). It's in the mid-60s, and feels positively Springlike and delightful.
It's quite cheering to be able to write on my computer again. Longhand just doesn't cut it. Not just writing for this blog, or emailing people, but able to work on my writing. I've missed that. Now it's a sunny day, I've made a batch of brownies, and a potful of mushroom risotto, and I'm sitting in the sunshine, and working on a story I had set aside for two weeks (due to technical difficulties) . [Actually, that was seven hours ago. I had to go out for a walk and do my reading and knitting outside. Obviously, I'm back now.]
A lot has happened in two weeks, but no real changes in situation. Visits with friends, regular work, child minding, etc. A few dates with the returning swains previously mentioned (Why now? Oh, who knows. No real reason.), some guitar practice, some ice skating, trips to the library, that sort of thing. Nothing super-glamorous or exciting. Just ordinary suburban life with kids and a job. That's all. But things seem back in gear again. Pleasant, which is not something to sneeze at.
It's quite cheering to be able to write on my computer again. Longhand just doesn't cut it. Not just writing for this blog, or emailing people, but able to work on my writing. I've missed that. Now it's a sunny day, I've made a batch of brownies, and a potful of mushroom risotto, and I'm sitting in the sunshine, and working on a story I had set aside for two weeks (due to technical difficulties) . [Actually, that was seven hours ago. I had to go out for a walk and do my reading and knitting outside. Obviously, I'm back now.]
A lot has happened in two weeks, but no real changes in situation. Visits with friends, regular work, child minding, etc. A few dates with the returning swains previously mentioned (Why now? Oh, who knows. No real reason.), some guitar practice, some ice skating, trips to the library, that sort of thing. Nothing super-glamorous or exciting. Just ordinary suburban life with kids and a job. That's all. But things seem back in gear again. Pleasant, which is not something to sneeze at.
February 6, 2009
Why Would Anyone Want to Divorce Someone He's Not Married To? (Or, Ken Starr is a Used Douchebag, But We Knew That Already)
Most everyone who is anyone has already posted to this video already. It didn't reduce me to tears, which it apparently did to Kate Harding of Salon's Broadsheet, Shakesville's Melissa McEwan, and Feministing's Ann (what can I say? I'm a tough cookie), but it is incredibly moving. Can anybody explain to me, except for the whole "I'm a Douchebag" thing, which is apparently Ken Starr's total reason for living*, why anyone would try to annul or end another couple's commitment to one another (aside from the whole having an affair thing, which is understandable, if reprehensible, but I don't think Ken Starr has a chance with any of the men or women in this video)? Is there any reason other than mean-spiritedness?
I've been without a computer for two weeks due to a failed battery (quickly replaced), followed by a failed charger/power chord (thank you so much, DestructoGirl and your cocoa), both of which I have now replaced at less than retail cost thanks to E-bay, which I now love, love, love. But to then realize: not only did Proposition 8 pass in California, the guy with the asshole as big as Saskatchewan (and that's an insult to all who live in that great province), by whom, yes, I mean the prince of prudery, the sultan of snideness and superciliousness, the Lord of lack of love and sensuality, the Count of Christian Evangelical Irony and Idiocy -- Yes! Ken "I'm totally without empathy, sexual feelings, or any sense of actual dignity or proportion" Starr was actually trying to annul legal marriages (actually, I knew that before, but the video kind of summarized the horror of it) because hey, what's Christianity without denying someone love and satisfaction? Ugh.
Anyway, if you feel so inclined, go the the link and sign the letter. Let people (consenting adults all) love the partners of their choice, not the partners Ken Starr would pick for them. It's hard enough to find love in this world. Why would anyone want to stop anyone from success in such an endeavor. Actually, since the pursuit of happiness is kind of a fundamental right, I'd say Ken Starr and his cohorts are un-American. But I'm not going to start a committee about that, since that's been proven to be a bad idea by people much like the totally unestimable Mr. Starr.
*I mean, this is a man who thought it was important to figure out a woman's exact sexual practices in order to ineffectively prosecute a president for a botched Arkansas land deal. I may have had problems in my life, but I haven't ever sunk that low.
I've been without a computer for two weeks due to a failed battery (quickly replaced), followed by a failed charger/power chord (thank you so much, DestructoGirl and your cocoa), both of which I have now replaced at less than retail cost thanks to E-bay, which I now love, love, love. But to then realize: not only did Proposition 8 pass in California, the guy with the asshole as big as Saskatchewan (and that's an insult to all who live in that great province), by whom, yes, I mean the prince of prudery, the sultan of snideness and superciliousness, the Lord of lack of love and sensuality, the Count of Christian Evangelical Irony and Idiocy -- Yes! Ken "I'm totally without empathy, sexual feelings, or any sense of actual dignity or proportion" Starr was actually trying to annul legal marriages (actually, I knew that before, but the video kind of summarized the horror of it) because hey, what's Christianity without denying someone love and satisfaction? Ugh.
Anyway, if you feel so inclined, go the the link and sign the letter. Let people (consenting adults all) love the partners of their choice, not the partners Ken Starr would pick for them. It's hard enough to find love in this world. Why would anyone want to stop anyone from success in such an endeavor. Actually, since the pursuit of happiness is kind of a fundamental right, I'd say Ken Starr and his cohorts are un-American. But I'm not going to start a committee about that, since that's been proven to be a bad idea by people much like the totally unestimable Mr. Starr.
*I mean, this is a man who thought it was important to figure out a woman's exact sexual practices in order to ineffectively prosecute a president for a botched Arkansas land deal. I may have had problems in my life, but I haven't ever sunk that low.
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