I can't believe (in the way that means I can, but I am tired of it) how loudly so many people reject the idea of choosing to don religious clothing. Firstly, I want to see more complaining about super-observant women from other religions making the choice, and secondly, I want them to focus on what's making their knickers twist--CHOICE. Yes, it is mandatory SOMETIMES. And at other times, CHOSEN. If you can't tell the difference, stop trying to rip them off (just because women can go topless in, say, Ontario, doesn't mean that they have to be rescued from their bikini tops, fuckers).
It's anti-choice feminism with a dose of xenophobia and sprinklings of voluntary ignorance (who would choose to be different from me???).
And, yeah--niqab. The only Muslim coverwear outfit I can name is the djellaba, but I'm getting better at not-burqa, bit by bit. I assume the English name for the show is just simpler.
I used to have them all down. I think from
Nine Parts of Desire.
But I've gotten fuzzy. I should re-read that, it has been a while.
I like a bunch of the songs on people's hell list: Joy to the World, Tin Soldier, My Perogative (among others). And ITA with ita ! on tearing off hijabs and in general trying to FORCE people not to wear things.
Bryan Sims a legislator in PA was interviewed on Maddow's show tonight. He is super cute. And gay. Matt, you need to look him up.
I know this sounds like I can't even read my own handwriting, but MOTHERFUCK.
What a difference pain makes. I forget how not epically awful the world can be once the pain gets past a certain point. My cab ride to the hospital was me curled in on myself, every buffet of wind from the open front window felt like a blow to the head (hyperbole factor=0%, weight of boxing gloves =14oz), I hated the driver, everything was awful. At the hospital I started crying during triage, I couldn't remember that this bit of the neuro function test was where I squeezed her fingers, NOTHING.
Afterwards? Effusively discussing my bandaid collection with the nurse, chatted with the cab driver the whole way back, from traffic to birthday presents to anything, tipped him 25% because I felt bad for Teavanaing him so thoroughly...
I just...that's what being down to 3 or 4/10 feels like, as opposed to the 8 or 9 I've been hitting most of the week. There is no perspective from the bottom of the well.
Which doesn't make it more trivial--I just don't know how to explain that I'm not overreacting when it's like that, I'm
reacting.
That is what it's like, and without a map out, it keeps being that way. It is not sanely sustainable, at least not for me. And I don't think it's a depression they can medicate or talk or therapise my way out of. That is what /experiencing/ it is like. Otherwise they'd call it happiness, bitches.
::phew::
Okay, vented. Now for some fruit salad for dinner.
I'm glad you were treated (and well!) tonight, ita.
Bryan Sims a legislator in PA was interviewed on Maddow's show tonight. He is super cute. And gay. Matt, you need to look him up.
Hah. I have one friend who is always pimping his stuff on FB because she went to high school with him, and another who is a gay activitst in Philly who works with him.
Thanks, Amy. It is a huge relief. And I'm going to baby myself for the next few days, so I'm not already/further behind the eight ball (correct idiom (thank you, Teen Wolf)?) on Sunday.
No incest guy actually pestered me for a reply to his "I am so sad, but I'm still not reading what you wrote" post. Jeezus. I just gave him a lecture on not projecting his woes onto strangers and walked away. What does he need from me? Old-timer validation? I mean, who actually says "I'm new to the internet"? He must be 75,
My mid year review was not a review! Thank dog! It was just informing me of my objectives for, um, 2013. Good thing I was already working, huh?
Everyone has the same objectives--the CIO's are inherited by us and the main difference is the weighting. Which I'd never asked about until this year (I knew all mine were hers--I didn't know if she had any others). Also, I only have 80% of objectives, so that's pretty clear leeway to fart around on the company dime, right?
jeez ita, you've really been operating at an 8 or 9? Damn. When I have reached a 7, I call it fucking quits.
