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creepy politics

May 19, 2008

as of late i’ve been weary of people who say that this country “isn’t ready” for a female OR african american president.  some of my weariness stems from a need for self-preservation.  i mean, if clinton or obama doesn’t win the presidency by a significant mandate…dear god, i don’t want to even imagine what that would do to my mental state.

but my main reason for objecting to that kind of logic is that it undermines decades (centuries, really) of grassroots’ struggle for gender and racial equality.  it suggests that the feminist and civil rights movements have had little effect on the day to day lives of most americans and that the cultural phenomena sought to be overturned by such movements are still deeply rooted within us.

and through my brain isn’t big enough to discuss the true theoretical intricacies of my argument, it just FEELS wrong to suggest that i, as a woman, am no better off because of feminism or that barack obama, as an aferican american, is no better off because of the civil rights movement.  by extension, it FEELS wrong to also suggest that the average american isn’t more open minded and tolerant because of these two “equality” movements (and countless others).

which leads me to recount a recent scene.

mr. D and i were invited by a friend of his to come over to the friend’s house for a late lunch.  i had no idea what to expect but i knew four things – the invitee is an older woman, the invitee lives with her long time boyfriend, they live on expansive acreage “out east” or “in the redneck part of town” and this “late lunch” was bound to be an adventure.

upon our arrival, mr. invitee was lovingly washing his gator-type vehicle.  he asked if we wanted a ride.  why yes!  adventure after all.  so inside to find ms. invitee we go and it’s decided that we’ll prep some food, have some drinks and then go for a ride.

and what a ride it was!  we sped down country roads and highways, mostly on the shoulder going the opposite direction of traffic.  my mother, rest her soul, would have punched me.  hard.  we stopped at a horse farm with a bunch of emaciated horses and an acre or so of barren farm land.  prefect for some “off-roadin'”

later, during lunch, the subject turned political.  big opps to whoever turned it because it turned let me tell you.  downhill.  too much and too fast for it to ever fully recover.

“gas prices wouldn’t be so goddamn high if it weren’t for those goddamn towel heads running things over there”, mr. invitee said.

silence.

“and YOU want that ni**er to be president, too”, he added.

more silence.

he finished, “all we need in this country is a ni**er towel head running shit.”

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mr. D and i were in shock at this point.  and to be honest, i can’t relate the rest of what was said because i was fuming, holding it in and could only sigh once mr. D and i were safely back in our fuel efficient vehicle.  kinda like when you have to fart but you’re in a restaurant or some other such public place so it builds and the pressure becomes unbearable and then when you finally get to a place where you can let it rip it just sort of slides out in a wimpy little “pfftt” and you move on.  and so it went that mr. D and i could only look at each other and say “that was crazy” and move on.

yeah.  so now i’m not sure how i feel about whether we’re “ready” for a female or african american president.  i guess i’ll keep my fingers crossed that guys like this with creepy politics just stay home on november 4th.

 

 

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Ann Coulter: Man Hater

October 4, 2007

STFU, Ann

If we took away women’s right to vote, we’d never have to worry about another Democrat president. It’s kind of a pipe dream, it’s a personal fantasy of mine, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. And it is a good way of making the point that women are voting so stupidly, at least single women.

It also makes the point, it is kind of embarrassing, the Democratic Party ought to be hanging its head in shame, that it has so much difficulty getting men to vote for it. I mean, you do see it’s the party of women and ‘We’ll pay for health care and tuition and day care — and here, what else can we give you, soccer moms?’

The story here isn’t that Coulter is bashing women or the Democratic Party, that’s par for the course for with good ol’ Ann. The more interesting notion is that she’s men bashing. Men should take Coulter’s comments as an insult to their masculinity. To suggest all men are Republicans is absurd. Moreover, to suggest that men who consider health care, education and child care worthy cultural and political values are stupid or shameful is seriously degrading.  She obviously hates men.

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Why BMI is bullshit

October 3, 2007

So I’ve always kinda known that the Body Mass Index (BMI) is not a reliable measure of total body fat or relative health.  I also tend to think that our trust of it may contribute to self image issues espscially in young women and especially when it’s used as the single most reliable measure in some high school fitness or health class. 

This Flickr page is a great example of why BMI is bullshit.

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Friday Fruits and Veggies

September 14, 2007

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It’s Friday Fruits and Veggies Time, Friday Fruits and Veggies Time, Friday Fruits and Veggies with a baseball bat.

My co-op basket this week includes:

Bok Choy
Daikon Radish w/tops
Sweet Candy Onions
Mung Beans
Green Peppers
Ginger
Bananas
Apples Gold Supreme

Yummy! I’ve been cutting back on my sugar and white carb intake and only treating myself when I have a huge craving, so depending on the number of apples, I may make a pie. I’m also envisioning a great stir-fry with the bok choy, daikon, onion, mung beans, peppers and ginger. I also found a simple daikon, carrot and cucumber salad; julienne the veggies, toss with salt and pepper and honey mustard dressing.

Cutting the sugar and white carbs is not easy. I’ve had really good intentions lately but the execution is seriously lacking. It sucks because I remember how good I felt when I went on the South Beach Diet back in 2004. With my new living situation, I just can’t seem to get back there.

Now before everybody gets all freaked out about me going on a “diet”, let me say that I was a very reluctant participant at the start. Reason number one, I think that in our culture there is way too much emphasis on dieting for the sole purpose of complying with an American standard of beauty created and reinforced by the Patriarchy. Number two, I don’t think many diets are designed with overall health in mind. Perhaps because the emphasis isn’t on health but beauty, as described in reason number one.

But South Beach was very convincing. My Grammie, a type two diabetic, was encouraged by her doctor to read the South Beach book and try the diet. She did. Not only was she able to control her blood sugar like a champ, she lost a much needed 10-20 lbs. of Grade “A” Prime Heart Attack Fat from around her middle. My boyfriend-at-the-time and I were stunned. This is a woman who ate with abandon; she is a true Yankee who puts mayonnaise and butter on everything including fruit salad, and has never in her life refused dessert. She offered us her copy of the book and the rest is history.

If you’re unfamiliar with the South Beach concept it’s pretty simple on the surface – eat more “good” protein, eat more “good” carbs, and for chris’sake, move more. The first two weeks is almost exclusively lean protein and vegetable based and you are encouraged to eat a few times a day. You can have up to 90 calories of “sweet” per day but no fruit no booze and limited caffeine. The third week you start introducing more whole grains and low sugar fruits; maybe a serving of each per day. I followed the book version of the diet pretty religiously only cheating when it really couldn’t be helped – you haven’t eaten in a few hours, you show up for a meeting after work, meeting host has ordered pizza, it’s the closetst thing to dinner you’ll see for the next three hours, you eat it.

The overall results were pretty staggering. I lost about 20lbs and boyfriend-at-the-time lost almost 40 within the first six months or so. I felt great physically. The diet really detoxified my system and I got to a point where I couldn’t eat too much sugar or bread or pasta or fruit juice. My blood sugar would skyrocket and I would pass out within 25 minutes of eating the offending item.

I eventually modified my South Beach diet to exclude all chemical sugar substitutes (something the diet relies too heavily upon, I think) and to include natural sugars like raw organic cane juice, stevia, agave, etc. I also started drinking beer again which was difficult because too much and my body would go into glycemic shock. I was careful to choose only high quality micro brews and to only drink one or two. If I wanted to party I stuck with red wine and boyfriend-at-the-time used this no-beer period to explore the finer points of scotch whiskey. I avoided high fructose corn syrup like the plague and became an obsessive label reader.

The choices available to me opened dramatically when Whole Foods came to town. I eventually realized that I wasn’t on “The South Beach Diet” anymore; I was just eating healthier. I started reading about food additives, the high levels of hormones and antibiotics in meat and dairy, unsanitary and inhumane farming practices, how the corn industry has ruined small farming and our health. I took a greater interest in what I was putting into my body and made it a priority in my life.

After boyfriend-at-the-time and I split up I was able to keep up the good eating without issue. With Mr. D it’s not been so easy. Before I was living by myself and able to control all of the food that came into my house, plus I was spending all of my own money. Now I have Mr. D’s preferences to take into account – what kind of things he likes to eat and how much he is willing to spend on particular items. It’s difficult, even for me, to justify spending $6.99 per pound on free range, no antibiotic, no hormone chicken breast. How am I supposed to get Mr. D to agree to spend that much? I know he cares about the fact that “there’s shit in the meat” but I guess he’s just not motivated, for whatever reason, to make a huge life style issue out of it.

Maybe my goal for this week will be to sit down with him and have it out. Explain my position and see if I can get him to come over to the dark side, even just a little. I mean, eating that crappy chicken that costs $1.99 per pound can not only make YOU sick (think cancer from the hormones and germ resistance from the antibiotics), it makes the earth sick (think ground water pollution, soil degradation, destruction of biodiversity). When you buy chicken at $6.99 a pound there is value added – as an individual you’ll spend less on health care and as a society we’ll pay less for environmental care. Plus, $6.99 a pound chicken actually tastes like chicken! Imagine!!

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What will they think of next?

September 5, 2007

What.The.Fuck. [sorry, the link is no more, but trust me.  it’s vile.]

Scented underwear?  First of all, they’re big, ugly, wedgie inducing grannie panties the color of what sometimes comes up after too many glasses of Shiraz.  And I don’t care if they come in a “thong” version, although I prefer thong underwear, they look super uncomfortable.  For reasons mostly related to utility I would never ever wear underwear that looks like that.  Secondly, um…excuse me…did you say SCENTED?!  I don’t care that the description claims that these panties were designed by two women.  Only a man would come up with something like this.  I don’t know any woman who would choose to walk around with a dryer sheet rubbing against her squishy pink parts.  Unless it was to impress a man.  Talk about reinforcing the patriarchy.  I mean, Holy Shit!  Call the Pussy Police ’cause my vag smells like VAG.

Am I the only one who thinks this is absurd?