My Christmas as been spent watching New Girl season 1 again, and cooking because my MIL has spent the day puking :/. They just left to go to the hospital.
I am a horrible person, because I keep worrying that she's going to give me the plague less than a week before I leave for Southeast Asia for a month.
This post is just to remind you all of my evil soul.
My household survived the tornado intact. We lost power for a while but got it back last night. The tornado hit an exit south from my house, so we have a lot of debris in our yard (some of it from 80 miles away-- newspaper and a cell phone bill) but we were very lucky.
Thanks for the emails-- I appreciate them. I haven't heard from southernbangel, but her house was not in the path of the storm so I think she should be fine.
I am a lucky, lucky woman. I got to spend the weekend with stoney321 and dovil in Vegas. I've known that Stoney is the ketchup to my fry (the ice to my water, the tire to my car, the lube to my dildo-- no, too far?) for many years now, but GUYS. Now I love dovil too, with her Phoebe "sexy cat" flu voice with a NZ accent.
Of course they both made me miss the rest of my LJ buds even more, so I'm here to say hi and look around again :)
What is up with ending declarative statements, even in writing, with question marks? See that previous sentence? It is a question, so it ends in a question mark?
See that previous sentence? It is not a question, it is a declarative statement, and it ends in a period.
You sound and read like a moron when you end statements in a question. If you want people to take you seriously in life, you've got to stop with questioning everything that comes out of your own mouth. If you aren't confident with what you're saying, why would anyone else be?
Trying to teach college students about rape and sexual coercion, and rape culture, is hard.
It is hard for me to keep an open, welcoming environment while listening to student after student rant about how rape is basically a woman's responsibility to prevent or she got what she was asking for.
It is hard to so rarely have a small group of students (or even one), start to challenge the logic of rape culture because I hate having to be the only one driving that discussion and it gets tiring.
But then I think, hey, by the end of a conversation, some of them are thinking about the irrationality and consequences of the way they think about rape and respond to it, and maybe it will make a difference to someone somewhere. I guess that makes it worth it.
I feel lucky that I am not a woman who has been raped, and has to sit in a class while my classmates say it was my fault, while denying that they are doing any such thing. I wish I knew how to make it a safer space, but I do the best I can.
Last day of summer freedom before summer session begins. I spent yesterday on my new pool deck, baking in the sun while reading trashy fic (wearing sunscreen of course). It was AWESOME. Earlier in the morning we had someone come to do a preventative termite treatment- gotta love the South- and I had a serious Dear Penthouse moment with the termite guy. He was yummy and I wanted to jump him like a boozy, lonely housewife and he knew it. He kept smirking at me! *fans self* I told Mr. Maren about it when he got home and we had fun thinking of cheesy pickup lines I could have used. I came up with the "best": Come here and let me check your wood.
redbrickrose, and we talked about how much we miss each other and all of you.