27 August 2008

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This Doesn't Happen Every Day

I just want you all to know I am completly telling the truth about this. Seriously.

Okay. On Tuesday, I was hanging out at the Mystic Vine forever and was super hungry. I went to a local pizza place to grab some breadsticks to go with my slice of pizza I had at home. I went in, got my breadsticks and began to walk out when I saw it. A light pink, rabbit-style vibrator sitting on the floor in the doorway! I went up to the counter and told the lady she had a dildo sitting on the floor. When I was in my car, I saw one of the ladies pick it up with tons of napkins ... and it looked like she threw it at someone. I don't know what happened to it. True story.

Addendum:

I don't know how I missed the Rabbit to begin with. I walked in the same way I walked out, but somehow it didn't catch my eye. I couldn't miss it walking out though. If I had been thinking, I would have picked it up and sold it on E-bay. Those things don't come cheap!

26 August 2008

Ruined for Life ... Kosher or Bust (Caution: May Ruin Hot Dogs Forever)

I don't think I really need to say anything else (see graphic below). I knew Hot Dogs were made out of less-than-desireable parts, but now I know the truth. The frickin windpipe even. Bleh. Yea, Kosher hot dogs only for me, unless it's a hamburger or hot dog situation. I will still pick the hot dog every time (I've been ruined by The Jungle and by CAFO stories, plus I hate ground beef with a passion unless I know it is grass fed, free range, organic shit).

Excerpt:

"Hot dogs typically contain muscle meat trimmings from pork or beef. Contrary to legend, they do not contain animal eyeballs, hooves or genitals, according to the Hot Dog Council’s Janet Riley. But the government does allow them to contain pig snouts and stomachs, cow lips and livers, goat gullets and lamb spleens. If they have these byproducts, the label should spell out which ones, a U.S. Department of Agriculture spokeswoman said."


Source: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26410986/

'Guyland' ... More Like Boyland (and I'm Stuck in It)

I saw an article on this book today. I think it should have been called Boyland, because I think guys stuck in this stage are like boys, not like guys, but they are certainly not men. I found the excerpts very interesting, and some of them actually explain what I have been wondering for so long. Boys -- when do they become Men? The men I need to meet and date, where do I find them? Well, the book doesn't talk about that so much as where boys in Guyland do hang out.

The premise of this book is the author interviewed a bunch of guys ages 16 to 26 to find out what Guyland was all about. Who was a part of it, who wasn't, and everything in between. What he found seems interesting.

"In another era, these guys would undoubtedly be poised to take their place in the adult world, taking the first steps toward becoming the nation’s future professionals, entrepreneurs, and business leaders. They would be engaged to be married, thinking about settling down with a family, preparing for futures as civic leaders and Little League dads. Not today.
"Today, many of these young men, poised between adolescence and adulthood, are more likely to feel anxious and uncertain. In college, they party hard but are soft on studying. They slip through the academic cracks, another face in a large lecture hall, getting by with little effort and less commitment. After graduation, they drift aimlessly from one dead-end job to another, spend more time online playing video games and gambling than they do on dates (and probably spend more money too), “hook up” occasionally with a “friend with benefits,” go out with their buddies, drink too much, and save too little. After college, they perpetuate that experience and move home or live in group apartments in major cities, with several other guys from their dorm or fraternity. They watch a lot of sports. They have grandiose visions for their futures and not a clue how to get from here to there. When they do try and articulate this amorphous uncertainty, they’re likely to paper over it with a simple “it’s all good.” "

I think we all know guys like this. Now I realize that this could be a phase, and although some guys may never truly grow out of it, most can with time. I suppose this is a necessary step of manhood, and eventually finding a man worthy of my time means that they must transition through "Guyland."

"Guyland is the world in which young men live. It is both a stage of life, a liminal undefined time span between adolescence and adulthood that can often stretch for a decade or more, and a place, or, rather, a bunch of places where guys gather to be guys with each other, unhassled by the demands of parents, girlfriends, jobs, kids, and the other nuisances of adult life. In this topsy-turvy, Peter-Pan mindset, young men shirk the responsibilities of adulthood and remain fixated on the trappings of boyhood, while the boys they still are struggle heroically to prove that they are real men despite all evidence to the contrary."

You see, it should have been called Boyland, because they are fixated on Boyhood. Everytime I have a run-in with a guy and he turns out to be a jackass, I call him a Boy. A little boy who needs to take his head out of his ass and grow up. I guess maybe some guys just aren't ready for that yet.

"Guyland is not some esoteric planet inhabited only by alien creatures — despite how alien our teenage and 20-something sons might seem at times. It’s the world of everyday “guys.” Nor is it a state of arrested development, a case of prolonged adolescence among a cadre of slackers. It has become a stage of life, a “demographic,” that is now pretty much the norm. Without fixed age boundaries, young men typically enter Guyland before they turn 16, and they begin to leave in their mid to late 20s. This period now has a definable shape and texture, a topography that can be mapped and explored. A kind of suspended animation between boyhood and manhood, Guyland lies between the dependency and lack of autonomy of boyhood and the sacrifice and responsibility of manhood. Wherever they are living, whatever they are doing, and whomever they are hooking up with, Guyland is a dramatically new stage of development with its own rules and limitations."

I've always been a little skiddish of guys older than 30. I have a hard time wanting to date someone much older than me, which means I am DOOMED to be single until I am 30, according to this book. So I guess this is a wake-up call to branch out and give men over 30 a chance because they have entered Manland. I think that once you enter Manland, only a mid-life crisis will transport you back to Guy(Boy)land.

"In some respects, Guyland can be defined by what guys do for fun. It’s the “boyhood” side of the continuum they’re so reluctant to leave. It’s drinking, sex, and video games. It’s watching sports, reading about sports, listening to sports on the radio. It’s television — cartoons, reality shows, music videos, shoot-em-up movies, sports, and porn — pizza, and beer. It’s all the behavior that makes the real grownups in their lives roll their eyes and wonder, “When will he grow up?!” There are some parts of Guyland that are quite positive. The advancing age of marriage, for example, benefits both women and men, who have more time to explore career opportunities, not to mention establishing their identities, before committing to home and family. And much of what qualifies as fun in Guyland is relatively harmless. Guys grow out of a lot of the sophomoric humor — if not after their “sophomore” year, then at least by their mid–twenties."

This almost sounds like me, actually (I'll get to that in a bit). This is the stereotypical guy, it's what I believe men do, and must do to be men. Do guys actually grow out of this stuff, and if so, do I want them to? I mean, I don't see myself ever growing out of some of this stuff. I'm not sure I ever want to, either. I think there may be facets of Guyland that I would never want to go away, but at the same time, can these things exist in Manland? I agree with the advancing age thing, actually. Although I would like to have a guy to "play" with, I don't necessarily see myself getting married anytime soon.

"What about girls? Guys love girls — all that homosociality might become suspect if they didn’t! It’s women they can’t stand. Guyland is the more grownup version of the clubhouse on The Little Rascals — the “He-Man Woman Haters Club.”
Women demand responsibility an respectability, the antitheses of Guyland. Girls are fun and sexy, even friends, as long as they respect the centrality of guys’ commitment to the band of brothers. And when girls are allowed in, they have to play by guy rules — or they don’t get to play at all. Girls contend daily with Guyland — the constant stream of pornographic humor in college dorms or libraries, or at countless work stations in offices across the country; the constant pressure to shape their bodies into idealized hyper-Barbies.
Guyland sets the terms under which girls try to claim their own agency, develop their own senses of self. Guyland sets the terms of friendship, of sexual activity, of who is “in” and who is decidedly “out.” Girls can even be guys — if they know something about sports (but not too much), enjoy casual banter about sex (but not too actively), and dress and act in ways that are pleasantly unthreatening to boys’ fragile sense of masculinity."

This section really hits home. I'm not quite sure I am a woman, but I certainly have the demands of one. And really, it almost doesn't seem fair to have the demands of a woman when I haven't quite reached that point yet. I'm stuck in "Chickland", but expect to find a guy who has transcended into Manland. I suppose I could be in Guyland as well. I mean, I love sports, sex, beer, etc. Pretty much every typical boy activity, I enjoy it on some level. So where do I fit in this puzzle?

I'm not sure I fit anywhere because now I realize, after reading these sections, that my expectations have been way too high, for a number of reasons. One, I want a guy close to my age but couldn't see that most guys close to my age are stuck in Boyland. Two, I have the desires of a woman but haven't quite transcended into Womanland yet. Three, I'm most likely stuck in Boyland and don't see myself leaving anytime soon. Four, I'm not sure I ever want to fully "grow up" because that would mean mega responsibility. I've chosen not to have children because the responsiblity would kill me, and I think that's okay. Society says marry a man and have babies, but I say, find a man who you can have fun with, maybe marry him, and say no to babies.

Maybe this whole book reveals more than just these small sections. But in the end, everyone is different, and I suppose each guy will transcend into Manland eventually. Although, I hope that the guy I find keeps some of his Boyland habits, like watching football and drinking beer on a Sunday afternoon ... and sex, lots of sex.

Source: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26317942/

Dare to Dream

Usually I don't remember my dreams, but for some reason I remember bits of one I had last night. It was almost a nightmare.

It started with a phone call. I presume the pretext was that I placed an ad on Craigslist, and this woman called me. Somehow it morphed into her asking if she could come to work with me, getting paid $100 to help out on a large project we were doing.

Fast forward to work. The boss comes out, but it's my former, creepy boss who walks out. He's one of the smarmy guys that no girl enjoys being around. The woman who came with me is pretty slutty, and shows her true colors as she's asking him for the chance to help out and make some money. He's sitting in a chair, and she's leaning over, her tits hanging out, her bare leg used as a prop for her elbow. Of course, she's in.

Fast forward to lunch. I think we were eating KFC, which to me is gross enough, but then the boss was being even more smarmy than before. Although I can't remember the details, I think she continued to throw herself at the boss, and he had this gross look on his face, and I believe he said something or I saw something, then proclaimed that I needed to puke.

And I did. Unfortunately, I remember that part. It was almost like a fake puke to show how disgusted I was, but food was really coming out as well.

Fast forward to me going outside. And there was Max, and old friend from my old stomping grounds. I remember feeling so happy to see him, and hugging him forever. We only got to see each other for a brief moment, but it was a good moment.

Then I woke up.

25 August 2008

Rant No. 1: Hover Bitches

Unfortunately for me, I can't hover and piss at the same time. I think it has to do with A) being an out-of-shape, weak-quadricepted person and B) because hovering takes all the concentration it takes to piss.

This leaves me in a terrible spot when I have to use the dreaded Hole Shitter, the Port-a-Potty.

I really have no choice but to put my ass on that seat, but many, many women do have that choice. And these women exercise that choice whenever they go into one of those things. That's great for them, but what about me? Am I the only woman on this earth who can't hover and piss at the same time? I think not.

Hoverers, ho! You need to take care of your fucking piss on the seat. Take some freaking lessons on hover etiquette, please. It's bad enough when hovering in the dark and you can't see what you did there, but it's a completely other thing when it's broad daylight and you leave your piss on the seat. Either way, a gob of TP can fix this situation you just left for me, the chick who can't hover.

It's simple really. Grab as much TP as you need to perform the cleanup duties and do it. How hard is that? Were you raised in a barn? My God, it's common decency.

But no, these lazy fucking women* piss on the seat and then walk out the door. It's bad enough going into one of those things for anyone, and then you go and leave your mess for me to clean up. If you would just clean it up in the first place, I wouldn't have to, and I wouldn't have to freak out about how long it's been sitting there. If you provide minimal contact time, there's no need for me to worry.

The worst part is that it becomes an endless cycle. Once one woman pisses on the seat and leaves it there, the next woman must hover or wipe it up. With each new hoverer comes new droplets, and then they exponentially add up to the wettest goddamn seat you've ever seen. Believe me when I say that it can become like a seat puddle instead of just seat droplets.

There's a point where cleanup is no longer an option. There's just too much there to have the courage to touch my ass to that seat. No amount of TP is going to change that. Then it's on to Plan B: Piss wherever I can where the fewest amount of people will see me.

I don't see why I need to pack my already-packed-to-the-max purse with antibacterial wipes because some lazy bitch before me left her droplets for me to clean up. They should put those things in there to begin with, and maybe no one would have to hover.

So, to all the hover bitches out there, please take note: Clean up your goddamn mess because there are some women in this world who can't hover and piss at the same time. Ugh.

*This is assuming that men use the little pee thing made for them. If they don't and leave piss on the seat, they are big, fucking assholes. There is no reason for that at all.

What's in a name?

My mom used to call me Jezebel (actually, she still does). The nickname never caught on in larger contexts, but I've always loved that nickname. It sounds devilish. And that is what it has come to mean, somewhat. I've done some research so I could find out exactly what Jezebel is all about. What I thought before I did this research was that Jezebel was a woman from the bible who did "evil" acts, some of those sexual in nature. What I've found is that I'm more Jezebel than I realized.

Bible stuff:
In the Tanakh (the Hebrew Scriptures and the Christian Old Testament), Jezebel is a queen of ancient Israel. Her story is told in 1st and 2nd Kings. She is introduced as a Phoenician princess, the daughter of King Ithobaal I of Sidon, who marries King Ahab. She turns Ahab away from the God of the Israelites ( The One and Only Most True High God) and of the Jews (being the inhabitants of Judah in this context) and toward the worship of Phoenician god, Baal. Ahab and Jezebel let temples of Baal operate in Israel, and the pagan religion receives royal patronage.
Furthermore, the queen uses her control over Ahab to lead the Hebrews into sin and subject them to tyranny.
After she has the prophets of Yahweh slaughtered, the prophet Elijah challenges 450 prophets of Baal to a test (1 Kings 18), exposes their god as powerless, has them slaughtered (1 Kings 18:40), and incurs Jezebel's furious enmity. After Ahab's death, Jezebel continues to rule through her son Ahaziah. When Ahaziah is killed in battle, she exercises control through her other son, Jehoram.
As recounted in 2Kings 9:1-10, God speaks through the prophet Elisha (Elijah's successor), and has one of his servants anoint Jehu as king in Jehoram's place, adding "thou shalt smite the house of Ahab thy master." Acting on this divine commission for revolution, Jehu kills King Jehoram as he attempts to flee in his war chariot. Jehu then confronts Jezebel in Jezreel and urges her eunuchs to kill the queen mother by throwing her out a window (defenestration).
They comply, tossing her out the window and leaving her in the street to be eaten by dogs. Only Jezebel's skull, feet, and hands remained.
Her ignominious end thus fulfills Elijah's prophecy.

Cultural connotations:

The name Jezebel has come down through the centuries to be used as a general name for all wicked women.

In modern usage the name of Jezebel is sometimes used as a synonym for sexually promiscuous and sometimes controlling women.
From a biblical and Christian point of view, a comparison to Jezebel would suggest that a person would be a pagan or an apostate masquerading as a servant of God, who by manipulation and/or seduction misleads the saints of God into sins of idolatry and sexual immorality, making them ineffective.
From a Christian point of view, it has also been used to refer to those who challenge evidence and belief in God.
The name is used in reference to a woman who rules her husband.

Favorite Cultural Examples:

In Tom Robbins's novel Skinny Legs and All, Jezebel is presented as a down to earth, sympathetic, and strong female character, wrongfully slandered in the Bible because of her religious beliefs.

From Lauryn Hill's 1998 rap hit "Doo Wop (That Thing)": "Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in / Who you gonna call when the repercussions spin?"

In a Saturday Night Live skit, Gus Chiggins (portrayed by Will Ferrell) mutters "Oh Jezebel, why are you so sweet? I'll take you down to the market, and put you in my shoe" as he is leaving the room.

In season 6 of "The Simpsons", episode "Bart's Girlfriend," the church marquee reads: "Evil women in history: from Jezebel to Janet Reno."

In Ken Kesey's classic novel One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. At the end of the novel when Nurse Ratched discovers a patient, Billy Bibbit with a prostitute, she is at a loss for words as how to describe the women, when another patient, Harding, offers that she is a Jezebel.

Jezebel, spelled Dyesebel locally, is a mermaid made popular in comic strips, television and movies in the Philippines.

The Butterfly Effect:

The Common Jezebel (Delias eucharis) is a medium sized pierid butterfly found in Asia. It is among the commoner species in the genus Delias, the Jezebels, consisting of about 200 species. The Delias group of butterflies are considered as having their evolutionary origins in the Australian region.

I like some of those descriptions. Wicked woman. Sexual promiscuity. And, my favorite, challenging evidence and belief in God. Although I appreciate promiscuity and the harlot connotation, I am by far the most Jezebel in that fact that I have a hard time believing that there is only one "God" to save us from hell. I suppose those thoughts will be for another post.

Source: Wikipedia