Late to the party, but {{{DJ}}}, I'm very sorry to hear about your friend's loss. And {{{amyth}}}, dear, much thoughts and love and comfort to you as well. Attentional ~ma to the drama/BS/craxylife/health/Shiva casualties.
I'm driving myself nuts, me, and I got no one else to blame (well, I do, but it's reality that's to be blamed). The thing is that the most hurtful part of handling Hollaback Israel, as I found out, is to try and explain to some liberal-leftist men, who knew me by far only by my liberal-leftist opinions, and who are friends of mine/their opinion on me matter to me, what life in my city looks like if you're a secular young woman. And while I do talk of "it" more, I've found myself two days ago mumbling to someone over the phone that invited me to something in East Jerusalem that it's not the wisest thing to recommend to a young Israeli woman to come on her own to East Jerusalem. And he didn't get it. And I sounded racist, hesitated and as if I was only fed by rumors about "them", even though I tried to made him sure that I've tested the issue in the past, and that it's not that wise.
I'm not sure where the problem lays, exactly, other that I cherish some people's opinions on me. Maybe it's because I'm not sure I'll be able to say everything I have to say on this topic to them to their face without being Very Emotional. A lot of people think that because I'm strong I have some kind of shield that protects from this, or that "liberal-leftist" is tattooed on my forehead and people probably leave me alone. They don't. This city is bad for young women and a lot of every-age-women. All of the tensions are unloaded on them, on us. And if I'll say anything, I take a huge risk with sounding racist, insane or an emotional creature in front of people that in some cases I worked long and hard to convince them I'm intelligent and worthy. So I'm practicing on the conversations in my mind, but I can't seem to stay calm even then, with imagining only the first sentences and considering what to say to them that will make me sound sane and rational.
an Inception parody about incepting frat boys to use compostable Solo cups for beer pong instead of plastic Solo cups ("It's not impossible, it's just bloody difficult.")
DO EET. But with all chicks for the team.
Yeah, no word yet from the girl. I'll call her tonight. Needless to say, it was news to me that she was pregnant. ::sigh:: I'm trying to do writeups for the two in trouble, but I can't even get three minutes wihout having to stop and answer questions, etc.
the way Cesar Millan works with biting dogs is that each embraces the reality that drama is when stuff really changes.
I have admired how well he can calmly stand there, dripping blood, having just gotten through to a dog, and reassuring the distraught owner that if the dog hadn't had that misbehavior, he could not have corrected it, so there would be no progress.
Oh, Shir. Sounds like you're cluesticking as gently as possible. Stay safe and try to let go of feeling badly about that.
I have admired how well he can calmly stand there, dripping blood, having just gotten through to a dog, and reassuring the distraught owner that if the dog hadn't had that misbehavior, he could not have corrected it, so there would be no progress.
Exactly. And, if you listen closely, every time a dog lunges for him, he says "This is good. This is good." Not that it's actually good, but that it is vital information.
I am training myself to do the same. It really helps keep me from going into the "no you didn't just try to nab me, you little bastard" frame of mind. Me panicking, or getting angry just makes it worse.
A good life lesson in general. Engaging in crazy just gives crazy life. I'm not for that.
This city is bad for young women and a lot of every-age-women. All of the tensions are unloaded on them, on us. And if I'll say anything, I take a huge risk with sounding racist, insane or an emotional creature in front of people that in some cases I worked long and hard to convince them I'm intelligent and worthy. So I'm practicing on the conversations in my mind, but I can't seem to stay calm even then, with imagining only the first sentences and considering what to say to them that will make me sound sane and rational.
{{{Shir}}} I don't know what to say to that. I wish I did. I wish it were easier to explain to men facets of safety that we have to be aware of, that they simply do not understand. You have to put your safety first (or at whichever priority level you choose). You have to make assessments of situations, and make your choices. If they choose not to acknowledge that the world is is a different place for a woman than it is for a man, then their ignorance and arrogance speak louder than any form of liberalism they choose to broadcast.
What Andi said.
DO EET. But with all chicks for the team.
Of course. We are us, after all.
My sympathies to DJ and amyth. Hugs to both of you.
Hang in there, Shir...BTDT(sorta)
C'mon, Local leg. District: If one million Egyptians can show up, you can!
(although there is a certain irony in my hoching people about this as this event is in a private home, which means that access is(so-so handwave)
Well, somewhat prepared for Snowmageddon. That is, the garage is cleared out.
Why did I have to clear the garage for Snowpocalypse? Because we have to have the street clear for the snowplows or pay dire consequences. Thus, the little car goes in the garage, the van goes in the driveway. Previously this was...not possible. At all.
So. Stock up on food? Nah. Chop wood? Nah.
Clean? Yeah.
