No, that was it. There must be someone I can sue for emotional distress.

SO UPSETTING. Yikes.

In gender and hair news, my grandmother told me she would make my grandfather shave his armpits, because she thought the hair was gross. Good times.

I haven't shaved my legs in decades, and I'm blessed with pale leg hair. I do resent those damned hairs that started showing up on my chin when I hit 45. And that one strange thick one that grows straight out from my left eyebrow.

Okay, this whole conversation is making me want to go back to my hairy, stinky, adamantly hippie days.

However, I'm making an attempt at pear butter today, so I figure that's enough homesteading for one day. I also have the bedlinens out on the line.

It was here where we discussed organizations requiring Facebook passwords to get hired, right?

Facebook: Legal action against employers asking for your password

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In fact, Facebook points out that sharing or soliciting a Facebook password is a violation of the social network’s Statement of Rights and Responsibilities. Here’s the relevant excerpt:

You will not share your password, (or in the case of developers, your secret key), let anyone else access your account, or do anything else that might jeopardize the security of your account.

The social networking giant is considering using the law to protect its 845 million users. There are two routes Menlo Park is looking at: a) getting politicians to pass a law barring employers from this practice and/or b) suing employers who are asking you for your Facebook credentials.

“Facebook takes your privacy seriously,” Egan said in a statement. “We’ll take action to protect the privacy and security of our users, whether by engaging policymakers or, where appropriate, by initiating legal action, including by shutting down applications that abuse their privileges. While we will continue to do our part, it is important that everyone on Facebook understands they have a right to keep their password to themselves, and we will do our best to protect that right.”

On the driving thing, I was taught hands and 10 and 2, and cross-over turning, but both were really uncomfortable for me because my arms were too short, and the only way I could possibly do it was to sit about six inches away from the steering wheel, which was too close to be safe with the airbags. Once I figured out that I was more comfortable with my hands lower and without crossing my arms, I realized that I could move the seat back a few inches, too.

If only I had been 45 when I started getting chin hairs! Good times.

My allergy medicine seems to have decided that since it wasn't doing anything for my allergies, it might as well make me extra drowsy.

If only I had been 45 when I started getting chin hairs! Good times.

Yeah, I've gotten them since I was a teenager.

I'm trying to remember if I was taught the hand over hand turning. For some reason it doesn't feel very familiar.

I do drive with my hands at 10 and 2 some of the time, because I like the feeling in my shoulders in that position. But mostly my hands are 8 and 4, because that's where the lower spokes on my steering wheel are (and where I prefer them--I'm quite picky about steering wheel configuration, for all the lack of control I have over it--I'm glad my new car conforms to my happiness). I see a lot of BMW steering wheels in my google search with a really thick 9 through 3 bar, and a 6 bar, and that would take a lot of getting used to for me.

I don't really understand why I am making a choice

And isn't that the core of it? So little we do in any arena, not just women, and choosing adornment or employment, is a context-free decision. One doesn't want to make context free decisions. Context is what they're all about. You can't truly divorce yourself from history, but you can educate yourself, and for someone you don't know (or, often, someone you do know) to tell you it's not a reasoned, intelligent, informed decision, is as much talking about them as it is about you. *I* know there are things I have too much baggage to ever be able to really make choices about (race play, for instance). But I do think that heels are totally within my purview of feminist choices.

I don't think I've ever driven 10 and 2 except during the driving test. Unless it's bad weather, I usually have my left at 6, so my right hand is free for the radio or a cigarette or whatever.