a calm and reasoned discussion of the south dakota abortion ban, anti-choice logic in general, and the sex lives of american teenagers, from the stranger way out in seattle.

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Son of a bitch. Fuck South Dakota and those scheming little pro-“life” assholes. They didn’t wait long to take their shiny new Supreme Court out for a spin, did they? I remember all the promises about how these two uptight ideologues wouldn’t have any effect on the Roe v. Wade question like it was yesterday. Oh wait, that *was* yesterday. Fuck.

i am not posting very much right now, apparently. here is the short version of my life.

buried by wiscon. aaaaagh. but in a good way.

housemate moving in in may. i think this will work out. we'll see. i am busy figuring out where to put the furniture that i had in that room.

if you've ever had a discussion with someone about nice guys, and how they finish last, and you've been reduced to waving your arms and muttering about how guys who claim to be nice guys are creepy and slimy and wrong and you don't want to sleep with any of them, go read this. divalion calls them out.


divalion: No More Mr. Nice Guy:

I have some news for you, Nice Guys of the world. 'Nice' isn't as much of a selling point as you'd think. In fact, for most women, it's like expecting that your new car will come with wheels attached. I know that you think bitcheswomen only like bad boys and jerkoffs, but we'll get to that in a moment.

(some of this may be things that people who read ssm already knew, but a refresher course is always good.)

kameron, over at brutal women, writes a post about how maybe the physical illnesses she's had over the past year or so were due to stress.

i haven't had that problem; by the time stress gets physical for me, i've usually noticed it, and i can tie the two together.

but recently, the last few months or so, i've been noticing things, and thinking "huh. so this is what life is like when i'm not depressed."

except i usually use more exclamation points. and i'm usually grinning. usually either a stiff breeze or a puppy is also involved.

boy, but i like my life right now.

remember santorum? well. a new verb has entered the language, thanks to Bill Napoli. click on the link to go find out the definition.

uh, anyone want to define either miscible or hygroscopic?

Monoethylene glycol: You are miscible with water, alcohols, aldehydes and many organic compounds. You will not dissolve rubber, cellulose acetate or heavy vegetable and petroleum oils. You are 50% more hygroscopic than glycerol at room temperature. Find out what kind of industrial solvent you are

today is not one of the days where i love my job more than anything.

actually, i still love the job. it's just that there is one vendor who needs to be beaten about the head and shoulders with a stick. repeatedly. nice people work there, it's just that their code sucks rocks through a bendy straw.

dear south dakota:

I would have an abortion. The circumstances under which I would, might, have, or might have chosen to have an abortion are no-body's business but mine and those I choose to tell. They are not the business of any government. I do not accept the proposition that either the state or my sexual partner(s) should have any say over when and if I choose to bear a child. I do not accept any sovereignty over my body and my reproductive organs but my own. If faced with the situation, I will do everything feasible to help other women and girls I know exercise their rights to safely terminate a pregnancy if they so choose. When a state treats women and girls as chattel, it is they that commit a crime.

no love,
me.

(middle bit stolen from elsewhere, but it is certainly full of fine sentiments which i totally agree with.)

oh so definitely the one in which i criticize other women and feel bad about it.

i think that people should have the right to change their name whenever and however they want.

i also think that currently, the choice of a woman to change her name when she gets married is not one that happens in a vacuum, that is uninfluenced.

my decision to keep my last name when i got married wasn't uninfluenced either. part of it is that i like my last name. part of it was that his last name was even harder to spell than mine. and part of it was probably reactionary.

Yeah, but Houdini didn't have these hips.: Gender Traitor - The Name Thing

The one in which I criticize other women and feel bad about it.

On a one-on-one basis, I get the name thing. I get the desire to have a single, simple family identity embodied in a name. I get the desire to lose the name of an abusive father or a despised ex-husband. I get it. I'm sympathetic.

m. socks has gone and put up pictures from our trip to moscow this past summer. voila!

Moscow 2005

please note bad bad badtz maru in one of the pictures, and the part where my father and i have the identical posture while on the subway. hee hee!