1) I notice and friend you back;
2) I don't wonder how you found me and spend 45 minutes poking around your old entries in an attempt to determine if you're actually my Crazy Ex-Boyfriend, Who Thought He Was Jesus (no, really), But Now Sells Men's Bathing Suits.
If Shakespeare returned to the earth to-morrow,
and if it were found that his favourite recreation was raping little
girls in railway carriages, we should not tell him to go ahead with it on
the ground that he might write another KING LEAR.
Please, please, please spread the word to your friends, family, and neighbors to APPROVE 71. Referendum 71 is almost certainly going to be on the November ballot. It's an effort to repeal the Washington Domestic Partnership Law, which gives same-sex domestic partners and opposite sex domestic partners over age 62 the same legal rights as opposite-sex married couples.
I've recently been canvassing in support of the Domestic Partnership Law, and it turns out that a ton of people are confused about whether or not they need to vote "Approve" or "Do Not Approve" if they support equal rights for same sex couples and want to keep the law. If you are in favor of the law, you must vote "Approve" on the ballot.
The lovely folks from Protect Marriage Washington are relying on confusion to help their effort to take away the rights of same-sex domestic partners, so please let people know!
ETA: Whatever, this movie is awesome. I forgot about the Julie Andrews factor.
I'm bummed that no one I know has read these--Husband is "skeptical" of scifi, and it's pure SNOBBERY, LET ME TELL YOU--because they're thought-provoking in the best possible way. That is, they deal with Big Ideas without being about nothing but ideas--you will care very much about these characters. They also seem like very plausible versions of our future history. In that sense, they remind me of Ken MacLeod's fantastic political scifi serious of Fall Revolution novels.
ANYHOW. Someone should read them, so I'm not alone!
In other news, I'm thinking about trying to make cheese. I feel like I should add this to my repertoire, so that I'll fit in when the glorious nation of Cascadia finally forms or peak oil happens and we no longer have refrigeration or I get fired from my job and need to be useful around the house.
*Although I should share that Client decided to voluntarily return to his country of origin and Babymama's Boyfriend got shot while engaging in some unspecified "gang-related activity," but is not dead.
For now.
OH MAN, PLEASE LET IT STAY.
All I do right now is try to keep my damn fire going. WHEN WILL MY FURNACE WORK AGAIN?
Recently, there was a post about how the chick from Washingtonienne recently got married. The writer claimed that people were just hoping for this woman's marriage to fail because they hated the idea that a woman who'd had many sexual partners (aka, was a "slut") could happily settle down with one person.
And then a bunch of folks in the comments pointed out that actually, a lot of people despised Washingtonienne because she used to go through her johns' wives private things and mock the wives on her blog, with plenty of identifying information.
This is pretty awful, right? I mean, although I'm very, very conflicted about sex work and legalization and all that, I don't hate or despise 1) women who engage in sex work or 2) women who don't engage in sex work, but have lots of partners. I have gotten into some pretty fierce fights with a friend who was carrying on an affair with a married man, but strangely, I don't feel the same animosity towards a sex worker who has married clients (although, generally, I think the clients are bastards). HOWEVER, either way, it's not cool to mock these women because their husbands are running around with your younger self. It's even more wrong to do so publicly, in a way that will tend to expose them to scorn.
Except the response on Jezebel, is that these commenters shouldn't be so JUDGEY. EVERYONE SHOULD JUST STOP JUDGING, GOD. It's nobody's business who anyone else has sex with! DON'T BE ALL JUDGEY MCJUDGERSON!*
( On being judgmental. )
UGH, I AM A GRUMPY OLD LADY.
*I should add that at least of the anti-Washingtonienne commenters was really not okay with the gendered insults, but the bulk of the comments were actually fairly soft-spoken.
I got Husband a french-press travel mug and an awesome used book called UNUSUAL VEGETABLES. It's from the late 70s, and it has that awesome line-drawing art that I identify with the copy of Our Bodies, Our Selves that my mom used as a high school sex ed teacher in 1975 in Florida. The same book that suddenly, OF ITS OWN ACCORD, migrated from the attic to the bookshelf nearest my room when I reached about age 11 or 12, presumably so that I could, at my own pace and in privacy, be horrified by graphic illustrations of dudes with Tom Selleck moustaches performing oral sex on their ladies.
In other news, I finally got admitted and am up on my firm's website, and suddenly I have also appeared in all of these online lawyer listings. It feels a bit strange to be ALL OVER THE INTERNET.
The cable-knit scarf looks a bit better than it did before. I am regaining hope.
This doesn't happen very often anymore. I used to be a very sad person--I was clinically depressed, but I also just had sort of a melancholy temperment. That all came out in the wash. Pretty much no one would call me a melancholy person now; I think that I tend to be perceived more as sort of...deeply cheerful and kind of silly.
Now and again though, I have a night when I sort of get to thinking on old things. When it seems very much as if my dead are close. My uncle, Ted, A. A, of course, is not dead, but is just as gone. And before is hard not to think about--before the war, before A went crazy, before, before, before. The thing is, we all have our befores, even if the thing that divides present from past is something much more ordinary than a friend dead, a friend lost.
When I was younger, I imagined a sort of stranger, darker, edgier adulthood for myself. But now I'm a lawyer, and I bake and knit and can jelly with my husband, and I'm a Sunday-School teacher. And I'm almost never sad these days.
It's a good night for movies, and red wine, and the scarf I'm knitting for my husband. It's my first time with cables, and so far it looks good. We're having an all home-made Christmas, and this is what I'm making. I wonder what he is...
( I finally finished reading The Heart of Christianity. )
Usually academics_anon has a high asshole factor, but some of the response to this ridiculous question about Beowulf are priceless.
If only as an excuse for Adam Baldwin to make fun of himself every week.
ETA: Thanks so much to the anonymous Someone or Someones who sent me V-Gifts!
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koritsimou and detlef . I don't really know what to say--you both mean so much to me. So I'll just say this, as they do in Panama: may you live a hundred happy years. I'll be thinking of you tomorrow.
Today's outfit:
-Brown silk empire spaghetti-strap dress
-Gold and red paisley shawl
-Gold strappy sandals
Reagan did not coin the phrase "city on a hill," mmkay, Sarah Palin?
It's actually from a book.
A book you might have heard of.
Called "The Bible."
-Gray houndstooth sleeveless sheath dress
-Black cardigan
-Black tights
-Black pointy pumps
-Silver metal bracelet watch
-Malachite bead necklace
The necklace was a present M bought for me in Cameroon.
The first day (and the second!) were absolutely awesome. My co-workers seem great, the firm seems like a humane place to work, and I already have a work assignment in my preferred practice area! AND today the big fancy energy department partner, who I'd been told didn't work with associates pretty much ever, came into my office and we had a really long talk about projects I could help him with. He asked me to send him a paper I wrote on avoided deforestation and carbon credits!
