~ma for your husband, Connie.

Thinking of you and hubby, Connie. I hope you get immediate, decent help at the ER.

need to go to bed! Going through my ballot, trying to figure out how I want to vote. CA has a ton of propositions. I'm waffling on Prop 21. It's a flat tax on car registration for state parks. I'm all in favor of a steady revenue source for the parks, but it seems rather unfair that a clunker from 1980 would get the same tax level as a brand new beamer. Also, I'm afraid the state would dry out the budget line for the parks since they would have this other source. I want to be green. But I want to be fiscally responsible. Uggg.

But I did find a site that has interviews with the judges on the ballot. just need to take the time to actually watch them! they are long.

If it helps you decide, omnis, the budget is already pretty well dried up wrt state parks. Prop 21 fails, many parks will close.

I hope that by now Erin is asleep and connie's husband is doing better.

Connie, I hope your husband is doing much better now.

The baby woke up at 3:30 a.m., and just went back to bed. Now it is time for me to get ready for work. Whee?

{{{Connie and Hubby}}}

Gronk. G has arrived and spread his toys everywhere. So far so good.

Hurrah, sj.

Of course, I don't know whether I am cheering more for everything going well so far, or for you being such a good friend to G and his folks.

I'm skipping, but seeing that Connie and Husband needs my ~ma, and I'm sending much of it to them.

I'm skipping because I want to scream.

Almost everyday now I'm getting into arguments about feminism. I don't mind it much when it comes from strangers. I don't mind it when feminists tells me that I'm doing something wrong if I don't support every single fragment of their opinion (and they have. I only got mad they didn't leave me be to read quietly, as I really wanted to). Even though all I wanted was to address the technical side, make the website come true, and that's it. Not to get into philosophical arguments of who's right and wrong.

But it really, really hurts when its coming from friends. I just ended a very loaded argument with a friend on Gmail chat, and frankly, I'm shocked, and were in tears during it.

He just wanted to "let me know" that "not all the stories you're getting to your site are true, and that's a fact". And wanted to advice me to "publish fictitious stories" because "it's good for the higher cause". He is very supportive, in that very insulting way. Even after I clarified why I need to believe that yes, every story that sent is true, and that I got enough stories of my own to run this site for a month without the stories I already got, and most importantly - why every time someone says "don't believe everything you read from them", "all women are lairs and can't be trusted" statement is entering in the backdoor. He just doesn't think so, "and that's a fact".

I have similar kind of arguments with really great friends who can't understand the epistemology of what I'm doing. The other day, one got really mad at me for letting a statement in a discussion on Hollaback Israel that blamed men in stupidity (in a heated argument, which after it I closed for further comments) if they can't see why street harassment is wrong. He said that I'd never let a reverse comment who blames women in stupidity over something to get by. I pointed out that there were a lot of comments who were blaming all women for being "different", inherently, this way or another, seducing or enabling the harassment for who they are, and I don't see this specific accusation worse, mostly counting all of the other accusations that were entered "backdoor-wise" during the discussion (which was very important, because it's the first time I saw on Israeli-internet a serious discussion about how to respect strange women in public without harassing them). He still insisted that that specific blaming was far worse.

And it hurts. They're very supportive. They held my hand during most things. But they just can't understand how frustrating and hurting all of these arguments are, in the end.

I hope your husband is ok, Connie.