Saturday, May 28, 2005

Well, He Could Just Diet

Indianapolis 500 racer Robby Gordon is having a whine-fest because little Danica Patrick (a female racer) has an unfair advantage over him. This "unfair" advantage is due to the fact that the 100-pound Patrick weighs a heck of a lot less than the chunky Gordon.

"The lighter the car, the faster it goes," Gordon said. "Do the math. Put her in the car at her weight, then put me or Tony Stewart in the car at 200 pounds and our car is at least 100 pounds heavier.

"I won't race against her until the IRL does something to take that advantage away."

The Indy Racing League does not consider the weight of the driver in its race specifications. The car has to weigh at least 1,525 pounds before the fuel and driver are added, and teams in Indy have estimated that Patrick will gain close to 1 mph in speed because of her small stature.
Gordon needs to quit whining and start dieting. Life isn't fair, buddy. I've had to physically compete with men twice my size, and I never asked for any special treatment. I never asked anyone to "level the playing field" for me, just because God gave me the genes to only be 5'7 and barely over 100 pounds.

Someone will always have a natural advantage over someone else. Tough. The fight for equal opportunity is admirable; the fight for special privilege is nauseating.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Right Down the Middle

Your Political Profile

Overall: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
Personal Responsibility: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
Fiscal Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal
Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

How Liberal / Conservative Are You?

Via Feministe.

Updated to clarify: I'm not actually "right down the middle" or 50/50. It's just the stinkin' quiz saying that I am. When you break down my score, you see that it all depends on the issue. And then I'm either strongly "liberal" or strongly "conservative" -- not moderate -- with the exception of Defense and Crime.

Of course, the quiz isn't accurate anyway, as none of the answers truly describe what I think. In addition, I want to mention that what is erroneously called "fiscal conservatism" is actually classic liberalism. Conservative, by definition, means opposed to change or progression. That doesn't describe me, nor does it describe free market economics. A free market system is the most "liberal" and progressive there is.

Black Women Matter, Too

Someone made a comment recently on Adam Ash's blog that got me thinking. The commenter said, "...racial inequality bothers me a lot -- in part because it emasculates entire groups of men."

I don't value others on the basis of their "masculinity" or "femininity". But I'm not blind to the fact that most people do view others (and themselves) in this way. So I'll try to tackle this issue from that angle.

Racism does indeed emasculate men -- and it also defeminizes women. At least racism against black American women seems to work that way. For most people, being feminine is about being beautiful and/or sexy. And black women are often portrayed in an asexual way. Even with the Halle Berry and Beyonce explosions (who of course must still meet a strict standard), many people reserve the "feminine" label for women who aren't black. I don't desire to be feminine, but I can see why other women do. It certainly takes a toll on your self-esteem if you're seen as otherwise. And yeah, I see it from a skinny white woman's perspective -- someone who is automatically assumed to be feminine.

I live in Iowa, a state that is about 94% white. While we obviously don't have a lot of black people here, we do have racism. This became more apparent to me when I worked a blue-collar factory job. Some white folks were openly racist; they didn't try to hide it. Then there were the white women who only dated black men. I have no problem with that. But what I do have a problem with is that, while those white women were always quick to defend black men against racism, they hated black women. That is a generalization, of course. But in my workplace, it was painfully true. And what's worse is that those white women really didn't think they were racist. In fact, they thought they were so enlightened.

It seems logical enough that, if you see women as second-class citizens, then racism against black women doesn't matter. It's just the emasculinization of men that counts. I'm sure that's not what the commenter on Adam's blog meant, but it is what some so-called liberal white people think.

The way this admittedly sheltered and sometimes ignorant white person sees racism, is that it's a human rights violation. It takes away your own self, your personhood, your individuality, your dignity. And that affects both women and men equally.

I realize that not everyone in the world is either black or white. I chose to address this in a black/white context because that's all I have observed. I am reminded of this post on Karentainment, where Karen blogs about being attacked for dating a white dude (and is therefore some sort of traitor to Asian men). The comments she had to deal with smack of racism and typical double standards.

Not "Mezmerizing"... But Pretty Close

I picked up the new System of a Down CD, Mezmerize, this week. It's pretty good.

I tend to listen to music for the music, rather than for lyrics. This CD has some good guitar riffs -- the strongest point of the CD, in my opinion. I also like the songwriting. The drummer has some chops, but he doesn't play "technically" on the CD. While I enjoy listening to technical drummers, I also like solid, fast, aggressive drumming, which is exactly what System's songs call for.

Some people won't like the lyrics on Mezmerize. They are politically to the left -- anti-war, anti-mainstream media, etc. But sometimes the lyrics are funny. The song Cigaro is a good example: "My cock is much bigger than yours" ... "My shit stinks much better than yours". Haha. That's almost as funny as "Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey!" that's on Toxicity.

Overall, this is a great CD, and I'm looking forward to the second half, Hypnotize, which will be out later this year.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Tuna-Can Penises and Pussy-Eating for Dummies

Someone found the Redneck Feminist by doing a Google search for "tunacan penis". I was even on the first page! That's defintely the coolest way I've been found since I started blogging.

In case you're curious, I used that glorious phrase in my Douchebag Gone Wild post.

UPDATE: I spoke too soon! I was also found today by a Google search for "first time eating pussy". In fact, I was the very first link.

All I can say is... wow. You rock, dude (chick?). And I'm sure you'll be fine! It's pretty hard to mess it up, and we generally appreciate all attempts.

UPDATE II: Bah. I'm not the first link anymore. Still on the first page, though.

Serving the Shame

Via my lovely fiance, I found this article about a pregnant student at a Catholic high school who was banned from the graduation ceremony.

MONTGOMERY, Alabama (AP) -- A pregnant student who was banned from graduation at her Roman Catholic high school announced her own name and walked across the stage anyway at the close of the program.

Alysha Cosby's decision prompted cheers and applause Tuesday from many of her fellow seniors at St. Jude Educational Institute.

But her mother and aunt were escorted out of the church by police after Cosby headed back to her seat.

"I can't believe something like this is happening in 2005," said her mother, Sheila Cosby. "My daughter has been through a lot and I am proud of her. She deserved to walk, and she did."

The school's guidance counselor delivered Cosby's degree to her house earlier Tuesday, but she still wanted to participate.

"I worked hard throughout high school and I wanted to walk with my class," she said.

Cosby was told in March that she could no longer attend school because of safety concerns, and her name was not listed in the graduation program.

The father of Cosby's child, also a senior at the school, was allowed to participate in graduation.
Now, this is a private school and they have every right to ban the pregnant student from the ceremony. But they're still wrong for doing it. And the fact that the baby's father was allowed to attend is a typical double standard.

Maybe they should just ban all students who aren't virgins. Hey, at least they'd be consistent.

P.S. Did y'all know I graduated from a Catholic high school? Yep, I am that cool.

Update on the Interview

Well, I had my interview last week. I followed all the advice except... I didn't act interested.

The job turned out to be for second shift. That means I'd go to work in the afternoon and go home around midnight. Don't get me wrong; I realize I have to start at the bottom. But I've already done second shift... and third shift. That's how I paid for college and bought my house and land. Heck, part of the reason I went to college was so I wouldn't have to work those crappy hours anymore.

I did have another company call me, though. So the good news is I'll have another interview! (Actually I've had a few companies call, but let's just say there are some calls you avoid.)

The problem with living in my area is that most of the jobs are unskilled. I'd have more opportunities if I could move, but that just isn't possible at this time. Our governor likes to say, "Our biggest export in Iowa is college graduates." I can see why, Mr. Vilsack. But I'm still confident I'll find the right job somewhere around here.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Feminist Chivalry and the former Mrs. David Hager

Via a comment from Anne on Alas, A Blog I have learned that Dr. David Hager is leaving the FDA Advisory Panel.

Although this is not the official reason Hager is leaving, there have been allegations that he anally raped his ex-wife.

Now, I don't think his ex-wife, Linda Davis (Carruth), deserved to be raped. But she is one seriously dumb bitch. I can't help but notice that she co-wrote the extremely anti-woman book Stress and the Woman's Body along with her then-husband. She has spent her life opposing women's rights, and now she goes whining to The Nation about her abusive ex-husband. Who the heck does she think fought for her right to divorce an abusive spouse? Who advocated for laws against marital rape? She's just one more example of a weak woman who ran to feminists for protection after the male chivarly ran out. She didn't deserve to be raped, but she sure deserves to be slapped... by me.

My new hero, John Salmon, wrote this review of the book on Amazon:

Never mind the reviews from the hysterical liberal losers. The good Dr. Hager is a true Conservative Christian who knows that hypocrisy is just a liberal word for doing God's work while teaching your wife her proper place -- preferably while she is sleeping.

Forced sodomy, Hager teaches us, can be a healthy part of every Christian marriage. Forced sodomy allows the husband to fulfill his secret fantasies of hot, hot man-on-man action, Santorum-style, and unburdening himself of Stress, which is passed on to the Woman's Body, as suggested in the title.

Besides, if God had meant man to have sex with vaginas, He would have put them between men's buttocks.

A great book that is essential reading for all forced-sodomy-loving Conservative Christian couples!
You are too funny, John.

UPDATE: I can't resist pointing out this from The Nation article [emphasis added]:

Money was an explosive issue in their household. Hager kept an iron grip on the family purse strings. Initially the couple’s single checking account was in Hager’s name only, which meant that Davis had to appeal to her husband for cash, she says…

These financial atmospherics undoubtedly figured into Linda’s willingness to accept payment for sex…
Wah! Poor little victim! Guess what, sweetie... you don't have the RIGHT to someone else's paycheck. (See how she cleverly shifts the responsibilty for her financial well-being from her to him?) Ever hear of getting a job? Who was preventing her from doing so? You could say David Hager, but did he actually have that legal authority? No. It was her choice to cling to an oppressive ideology rather than to help herself.

The Educated Social Idiot

I think I did pretty well on my final. Not that it matters... I'm graduating!

I did go out for a little bit last night after my final (and therefore didn't post -- sorry). I rarely drink, so it was no surprise that I felt tipsy after 1.5 beers. So I cut it off there. No need to get loaded.

The strange (but great) part was that a woman asked me out after class. Three men went with us too, but still. I have a hard time making female friends. Most economics majors are men (about 75% at the University of Iowa), most rock musicians are men, and most jobs I've worked were "men's" jobs. So it was great to have a woman talk to me. I've had other classes with this particular woman before, and could tell she was very smart even before meeting her.

I'm not sure why, but women often make me nervous. I never know what to say, and I don't know their rules of etiquette. I feel like I offend them without knowing how I did it. So in a nutshell, I feel like an outsider when it comes to mainstream female culture -- a social idiot.

The good thing is that I'm not the only one. There are other "female outsiders" like me. The woman I went out with last night is probably one of them. The women who read this blog might be like that too. And I also suspect math-minded women generally fall into this category. For example, when I worked with female engineers, I found them to be just as socially inept as I was.

So I'm sort of going off on a tangent now. (Did 1.5 beers poison my brain too much?) There is no real point to what I'm saying, other than that my finals are over, I'll get my diploma Saturday, but I'll still be a social idiot.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Monetary Econ Final Today - So go be a Heartless Bitch

I have my last final this afternoon. It's in Monetary Economics -- fun, eh? So I really need to get in some last-minute studying instead of blogging. If I don't go out after my final, I'll post something new tonight. (Maybe late night, haha.)

In the meantime, there's a must-see website I found via a comment from BritGirlSF: Here's some of my favorite quotes on how to tell if you're a Heartless Bitch:

Do really sappy, insipid, "always and forever" love poems make you want to puke? (and that goes for Bon Jovi lyrics too!)

Do you find typical "Women's Magazines" to be either stomach turning or pathetically laughable?

Are you tired of the walking wounded moping around expecting that the world owes them something because they are victims?

Do you find the likes of Michael Bolton and Kenny G. revolting?

Are you sick of lazy women who use emotional and sexual manipulation to get what they want instead of using their own brains and muscles?

Are you fed up with women who feel they HAVE to be in a "Relationship" in order to be whole, and will sacrifice their self-esteem and personal growth in order to avoid being on their own?

Are you tired of men and women who are emotional children, and won't accept responsibility for their actions or behavior?

Do you want to SMACK women who play "helpless" just to gain male attention and stroke male egos?

Have you run out of sympathy for your Female friends who continually whine about how awful MEN ARE, but then they keep dating the same kind of ASSHOLES, over and OVER, AND OVER AGAIN!?

Are you fed up with your Male friends who are looking to date a woman with the appearance of a supermodel, and yet they continually whine about how "women don't like nice guys - they only want good-looking assholes"???
Okay, so I'm pretty much a Heartless Bitch. Does that mean I'm a man-hater?

Despite the statements of some of our more Bitter Heartless Bitches, Heartless Bitches International is NOT about Man-Hating. We don't discriminate against stupidity, arrogance, irresponsibility, bloated egos, or immaturity on the basis of gender.
Whew. I was worried for a second. I'll leave you with one last zinger.

Has HBI got you all hot under the collar? Before you run off in a snit, ready to send email detailing the extent of your ire, look up the words "irony", "satire" and "caricature" in the dictionary....
I love these Bitches.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

More on Conscience Clauses

Charlie Quimby has a good post on the issue of pharmacists refusing to fill birth control prescriptions.

When you're the boss, you get to make those choices, and within reason, I believe individual employees should be able to request the flexibility to make choices when work conflicts with personal beliefs. But if accommodating the request would reduce or deny service to the company's customers, it's time for the employee to suck it up or find another job.

This is where I finally must draw my own line. You cannot claim conscience and expect to escape the consequences. The moral authority of resistance comes from the willingness to suffer for your beliefs; it does not come from being willing to make others suffer. It was not the draft dodgers in Canada or the Weather Underground who helped end the Vietnam War. It was the people willing to risk arrest and imprisonment for their stand, just as it was the civil rights protestors who faced police dogs and the possibility of a one-way night ride to a levee.

His blog, Across the Great Divide, is worth reading as well.
Is this where we're headed? Red/Blue. White/Black. Straight/Gay. Saved/Sinner. Rich/Poor. Smoking/Nonsmoking. Prius/SUV. Can we be on one side and still find a middle?
I know. It sounds much too rational.

I Have an Interview!

Yes, it's true folks. I've been sending out resumes and cover letters like mad for the past few weeks, and I finally got a bite. I'm interviewing next Tuesday for a job as a production supervisor for a windows manufacturer.

Now before you get all elitist on me, remember that I am a redneck! Prior to getting my college degree (I graduate next week), I worked in a factory doing a real dirty job. So my experience is in "manufacturing". That doesn't look too good on a resume for someone trying to get a white collar job. But I'll take what I can get.

This job has what I'm looking for: A good starting salary and potential to move up. That's all I need for now. I'll also be pursuing an MBA, which should help me get more career opportunities.

So does anyone have any interviewing advice? I know I'm not supposed to use words like 'douchebag' or 'choad mower'.

Cheesy Thursday Post

I'm a little too busy today to get a good post in. I know, it's Thursday! But hey, I gave you a free Monday post, didn't I? I'll be sure to get a post in this evening, too.

Still, I've got something great for you to read. It's predictably from Amanda at Pandagon. (I know, I'm becoming obsessed!) Anyway, it's called Man-hating, and it addresses the issue of male-bashing by anti-feminist women. You know, the silly Cosmopolitan-reading, chick flick lovers. They're the kind who constantly complain about their men and joke about how incompetent their men are. Here's what Amanda has to say [emphasis mine]:

....I submit to the jury that perhaps men don't know how many un-feminist women regard men. As helpless, stupid, hopeless, ruled by their dicks, too stupid to change a diaper, too lazy to wash a dish and generally useless but for the larger paycheck. Sometimes I feel a little left out when in a group of women engaged in man-bashing, a bit sheepish to look at my feet and say, "Well, actually, my boyfriend does his housework and I think he's pretty smart. Um, he doesn't know how to set the alarm clock?"

This all makes sense. If your worldview is that men and women are hopelessly different and forced by fate to live together, all the blather in the world about complementing each other isn't going to distract people from the fact that we generally prefer people like ourselves. All the empty rhetoric imaginable about men's roles and women's roles isn't going to displace the anger you feel about being constrained. And most of that unhappiness is aimed squarely at the opposite sex.
There are some great comments to this post as well. I put in my two cents, of course. I go by "Penelope Taynt" over there. I'm starting to regret the silly name. For those not raised on Nickelodeon, Penelope Taynt is Amanda's #1 fan. See, I told you I was obsessed.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

How the Hell... ?

I am:
"Congratulations, you're a swing voter. When they say 'Soccer Mom', they mean you. Every Democratic ad on the TV set was made just for your viewing enjoyment. Don't you feel special?"

Are You A Republican?

I seriously doubt they mean me when they say 'Soccer Mom'.

And I don't vote for anyone who attempts to take away more civil liberties. So that makes me about 5% Republican as of late.

Monday, May 02, 2005

End Feminist Chivalry: No abortions for lifers

I couldn't ignore this piece by Amanda from Pandagon. It's pretty self-explanatory how this goes along with my theme of feminist chivalry.

"I've had several cases over the years in which the anti-abortion patient had rationalized in one way or another that her case was the only exception, but the one that really made an impression was the college senior who was the president of her campus Right-to-Life organization, meaning that she had worked very hard in that organization for several years. As I was completing her procedure, I asked what she planned to do about her high office in the RTL organization. Her response was a wide-eyed, 'You're not going to tell them, are you!?' When assured that I was not, she breathed a sigh of relief, explaining how important that position was to her and how she wouldn't want this to interfere with it." (Physician, Texas)
Pfft. Feminists are too nice. Screw this bitch, I say. Make her suffer. See how she likes being a hypofuckingcrite.

Oddly enough, I myself used to be extremely anti-choice. I used to think that abortion should be illegal even in cases where the mother would surely die without one. My punishment should have been to fucking die. Seriously. I was so damn ignorant.

Since leaving the Catholic Group-Think Society (and giving a big "fuck you" to my ultra-conservative family) I have learned a few things. For example, I now know what an ectopic pregnancy is [emphasis added].

About one of every 50 known pregnancies is ectopic (meaning literally, "out of place"). Unfortunately, surgeons can't transplant an ectopic pregnancy into the uterus, so the pregnancy must be terminated. In fact, if an ectopic pregnancy is not recognized and treated in time, the embryo will grow until it causes the tube to rupture, resulting in severe abdominal pain, bleeding, and sometimes even death. Most ectopic pregnancies are caught in time, but the condition still causes about 50 deaths in the United States each year.
In other words, you get an abortion. There's no way to save the baby. But you just might die if you don't abort. So to all of you who say "no exceptions"... may you die from an ectopic pregnancy. Ha.

Another odd thing here is that I am still personally opposed to most fetal-stage abortions. While I have trouble defending an embryo against abortion, a fetus is a little too close to fully-human for my taste. But you know, I could be in a desperate situation someday, and I might just change my tune. So if you're wondering why I'm not opposing legal abortion, that is why. I haven't walked in another woman's shoes, and I'm not going judge (lest I be judged).

I always silently chuckle when I see young women and girls actively opposing abortion. I think... ah, someday you will want your abortion. And you will get it. And then you will be right back out there on the street, opposing abortion for everyone else. Perhaps when you get older you will become one of those "I'm Sorry" people (that is, if you actually admit you had an abortion). You will lament that you killed your baby and proclaim that you wish you could take back your actions. Of course, that's easy to say. You know you'll never have to actually do it. You'll never have to be young and desperate again, now that your own eggs are all dried up. Boo-ya.

So this is another way I think feminists should end the chivalry. Don't even provide service to these women. Find a legal loophole to deny them. Do it!

In case you're wondering where my anger comes from, yes I have been pregnant. Yes, I carried it to term. And yes, my "Christian" brothers and sisters were there to nail me to the cross every step of the way. Thanks.

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