Friday, July 27, 2007

Insurance Woes

So, I haven't had much time this week to blog. I had quite an event happen last weekend, and I am just recovering mentally from it.

On Saturday night, some idiot went off of the road three houses down. He took out a fence, a railroad tie, two large bushes, and a decorative yard light. He hit all of this without hitting the brakes, and he was only stopped by my BRAND NEW CAR.

I bought my first off-the-lot car less than a year ago. It is nothing fancy, but it is my graduation present. It is also a sedan, which is necessary in the parenthood phase of life-which I am quickly approaching.

My new car hit my brother-in-law's parked truck.

Background: My sister and her husband left the country on a mission trip. I was house sitting for them. I went to their apartment to water their plants, and noticed that his truck had been vandalized. Some brain-donor had tagged the truck bed, the tailgate, and the license plate. Feeling guilty for not sitting in the truck bed, I immediately brought the truck to my house to remove the graffiti.

Six hours later screech, smash, graffiti is not our biggest problem. And the truck was pushed into my garage door.

Thankfully, no one was injured. My husband had been leaning against the truck, smoking a cigarette. Had he not stopped to light his smoke, he would have been in between the truck and my car, on his way to the dumpster. I'll never be able to convince him to stop smoking now, "But Babe, it saved my life."

Now my life is buried in red tape. It is still summer break for me, so I get to dedicate each day to insurance bullshit without any interruptions. This is a blessing and a curse, as I am able to take care of things relatively quickly, but I also have no distractions to remind me that life is not always full of hoops of fire, through which I am expected to jump.

If any of you have any advice on what I should be doing to stay calm, please send it my way. For your pity, I have included pictures. :)

Here is the tagged truck. As you can see it is really crappy, but little did we know how crappy it was going to get.

My car is the dark blue one. It is actually not touching the ground with the back tires.

The brain-donor's car was towed away immediately. Our smashed vehicles were left in the driveway for two days before the insurance adjuster came to "investigate whether or not their client was at fault." Seriously. What the crap?

Friday, July 20, 2007

Dog Blog

I love the internets. However, I do feel it is quite cat-centric. I must do my part to make the internets a more dog friendly place. Please to first Dog Blog.

Marci and Toby love to nap together. They especially love my quilt and sofa.

Toby stares deep into the soul to ask, "Are there any more Meaty Bones for me?"

Caught in the bed, Marci merely sighs and returns to her slumber.

It is clear that my dogs have taken me prisoner. I may never leave the house again.

Fish need love too. Say hello to the one, the only...Spooky Fish.

Let us move toward more diverse animal loving (in a non-gross way) on the internets.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Purely Odd

So, revealing clothing is too sexual. Young girls need to cover it up and not be objects of sexual desire. Ok, I agree, to a point. Young women do not need to constantly be concerned with attracting young men. Clothing should not always look like you are in a music video. No argument there. But does covering up also have to relate directly to your sexuality? It looks like it.

The new trend is to "keep it pure." I'm not sure what it is, but I think it might have something to do with sex. Now don't get me wrong. I do not believe that it is any one's business what you do in your bedroom. Young women and men are free to express themselves as they please, and if that expression is to hold off on sex until later, then more power to you. I do, however, disagree with the mandate that young women must "dress pure" in order to "[reject] promiscuous 'bad girl' roles embodied by Britney Spears, Bratz Dolls and the nameless, shirtless thousands in 'Girls Gone Wild' videos."

I think that this idea of "covering up" is just another way to make women (and their sexuality) property of someone else. The Pure Fashion movement is focused solely on young women. It is their fault that men see them as only sexual objects, because they don't cover up their bodies. There is no "pure vision" movement for young men, in which the men might be taught to think of women as...I don't know...people. That would be something only a radical, lesbian, man-hating feminist would think up.

The point is, by telling women to cover up, you are still objectifying them. You are saying that they're at fault for the "impure" thoughts others have about them. In order to keep the moral fiber of the world intact, it is your duty to cover any part that men like. Because to do otherwise would make you a "bad girl."

Monday, July 9, 2007

Don't objectify yourself, we are the only ones allowed to do that!

Ok, so I am admittidly not a big fan of pageants. They are antiquated because they harken back to a time when women were only allowed to be propped up as playthings. They are chauvinistic, as they promote "womanly" behavior which includes...ok I looked for a long time for the character criteria for the Miss America Pageant, and I could not find it. It is some sort of guarded secret, or it is so well known that no one cares to repeat it, like water is wet.

Miss New Jersey, Amy Polumbo, is under attack for having photos up on Facebook. Her blackmailers claim that she is a disgrace to the Miss America pageant. She claims the photos reveal no more than the swimwear she is required to wear in pageants. So she is afraid that photos of her dressed more than she is when she is displayed on television might raise eyebrows? Who are the morality judges, the Taliban? And what is with the double standard? Keep covered, unless we tell you to take it off and smile while we rank you with digits.

And the descriptions of her used to discuss her "defense" are ridicooulous. She is perfectly coiffed, and unfazed by heat. How about her eloquence, her drive to get her story of being hacked out, her platform of internet safety? Those are overlooked because she is pretty, even in difficult times. This further proves that Pageants are not about anything but the swimsuit "competition."

And as for Matt Lauer's obsession with nudity in the photos, I think that speaks volumes as to why these pageants exists in the first place.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Shame Kills

While reading this story about a hate crime victim, I noticed something missing. They don't discuss the shame that is associated with any sexual assault. The Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network reports that every two and a half minutes someone is sexually assaulted, one in six women will be assaulted, and one in thirty-three men.

David, the teen from Texas, survived being beaten, sodomized, burned with cigarettes, and drenched in bleach. He testified at the trial of his attackers, who were sentenced appropriately. David lived through all of this only to leap to his death on a cruise ship.

The article discusses how David put on a happy face, but was often concerned with the fact that everyone he met knew of what happened to him. This to me is what is most upsetting. Instead of feeling proud of the fact that he had survived such brutality, or that he helped put his monstrous attackers behind bars, he felt shame. That shame probably did not come from the beating, nor the cigarette burns. That shame spread from the sexual assault.

Sexual assault survivors are often made to feel that they are at fault for their attack. This most often applies to women, who are told that they are asking for it by being at a party drinking, or wearing revealing clothing. Men are made to feel that they are no longer masculine, and that they will be seen as "queer" for having been assaulted.

This is why we need to stop shaming victims of sexual assault. They are not at fault for the deplorable actions of others. David did not deserve to be abused in such a way, and he felt that he could no longer live with himself because the public knew of his assault. When we quit blaming victims, they will be more likely to heal.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Independence Hangover

We ate burnt artichoke chicken sausages and salmon. We lit legal and illegal fireworks in my front yard. The dogs shivered in the darkened bathroom. We celebrated our independence.

I spent the evening angry at my husband. When we went to buy the fireworks he gawked at a Red Bull promo girl. Now, I am aware that my husband is only human, but I am also pregnant. I am only going to get bigger for several more months, and after that who knows what my body will look like. I was mostly mad because he could not understand why my feelings were hurt.

Then I got mad at myself. Here I am, attempting to create a human being, and I am concerned about my sexiness. How selfish. Then my anger turned to the media. Look at all of the sexy mothers-to-be on TV. Angelina was hotter as a pregnant woman than I could ever be, and I am trying to hold myself up to some strange standard. Not to mention that Angelina now looks as if she may be battling an eating disorder.

So I stopped being pissed. I started thinking about the health of myself and the baby. I started to feel sorry for those who always feel that frantic "I'm not good enough" feeling that I had for an evening. I began to be grateful that I have enough money to eat plenty of healthy food during my pregnancy. I was able to sleep soundly.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

General Pissiness

I like to blog about each part of my life seperately. This compartmentalizes my persona into several spaces. This space is for my irritation with things in the world.

As you will note by the date, it is almost Independence Day. I am quite sad about this because our government is stripping our freedoms away gleefully while most of us turn away to watch the fireworks and America's Got Talent. We may (or may not) have talent, but we don't have a free press, freedom of religion, the right to assemble. I still have the right to speak my mind, and I will do so until my last breath.

I am furious with the President for commuting the sentence of Scooter Libby.

I am livid at the Supreme Court for re-introducing segregation by default into our schools.

I am disgusted at the House of Representatives for not even discussing impeachment for fear of losing.

I am horrified at those who are running for President, because they are not willing to step outside of the "electable" zone and stand up for what is right.

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Old enough to know better, young enough to change.