As I mentioned in a Facebook status earlier today, I am so sick of seeing bell hooks’ and Sookie Stambler’s comments regarding limelight seeking activists play out.* I’m really just over it. I am sick to death of seeing people get manipulated by this power hungry bullshit. (Oh, how I feel like I should be drawing some sort of parallel to government.) I am sick to death of seeing women’s choices, especially ones that impact no one but her and her alone, getting nitpicked. I am sick to death of seeing backbiting, stereotypical bullshit play out between other women. I am sick to death of seeing a woman’s choice to go vegan automatically related to her looks. I am sick to death of mainstream political bullshit, of deliberate deceptions, and of just keeping my mouth shut about all this fucking shit. I am sick to death of people attempting to rule with fear and expecting others around them to kiss the fuckin’ ring, man.

Basically, I am just sick of all this negative bullshit.

I guess I should be happy that it’s spring and I’ve got the beginnings of an herb garden on my balcony. And awesome hair, of course. And a quiet apartment in the suburbs. And still unused gift cards from Christmas. And my birthday! And Libertarian Boyfriend. He’s pretty cool.

Okay, okay, so I guess I’ve got things to not rile me up (or the vodka is starting to kick in right about now), but it’s still infuriating. I mean, I get it, some people just suck. Unfortunately, they are the ones who go into politics.

* Movement women have always been turned off by the media’s necessity to create celebrities and superstars. This goes against our basic philosophy. We cannot relate to women in our ranks towering over us with prestige and fame. – Stambler, quoted by hooks; Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center, pg. 7
As more and more women acquired prestige, fame, or money from feminist writings or from gains from feminist movement for equality in the work force, individual opportunism undermined appeals for collective struggle. Women who were not opposed to patriarchy, capitalism, classism, or racism labeled themselves “feminist.” hooks; ibid

Over the next three months, we began seeing one another with increasing frequency, and on January 13th, to be exact, we began officially dating.  But since it’s us, we’ve opted to celebrate the “fun” anniversary and (maybe) the sappy anniversary.

You put up with my awkwardness, take care of me when I’m sick (or hungover), let me yell when I’m angry, and mercilessly tease me.  You keep up with me, you don’t back down, you can cook, and you rough house with me on the couch.  We’re perfect for one another, and I’m glad your dumbass finally realized it.

I’m so happy to have spent the past year with you and here’s to many more with you.  I love you, assface.

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Moments like this make me hate my other half.  Up until him, I had a cold, blackened soul, and I liked it.  People used to fear me and they knew I had it in me to ruin their lives if they so much as thought a negative thing about me.  Now I cry at cute animals, stop to look at baby clothes in Target, and try to keep from stealing 4 year olds in martial arts costumes uniforms.

Damn him.

Sometimes my life is such an interesting place.

I did a quick Google search a few minutes ago and learned that we were lucky enough to register on Jill Stanek’s radar. We also got an entire post dedicated to us over at Life Advocates. As immature as it might be, I’m very tempted to pop over to both blogs and thank them for the attention. Hey, FMLA can always use more members.

Some observations:

The implication (of one of the blogs, I think Ms. Stanek’s) that all — or at least most — pro-choicers were born post-Roe is hilarious. My mother was my age when she had me, making her born way pre-Roe, and she ranted to me about “pro-life” clinic protesting and why she thinks it’s fucking stupid.

“May the fetus you save be gay” is mean? I’ll agree that it is a slightly problematic sign and I can understand why people would find it distasteful for many reasons, but mean? I could understand if you think it’s mean to that fetus because the Christian Right is generally both homophobic and anti-choice, but I don’t understand why else it would be mean….unless…you think it’s mean because you are homophobic! I know, I know. Crazy talk, right?

I know the guy holding the “Keep Bush out of my bush” sign. IIRC, he grabbed it because there were no other “generic” signs that would apply to men and we all need a little bit of humor to break up the tension. So why attack his gender and/or his looks? How on earth is that appropriate? If you homophobic, sexist bigoted fucks want me to NOT VIEW YOU AS HOMOPHOBIC, SEXIST BIGOTED FUCKS, then don’t act like fucking idiots, k?

Blah blah, we love abobo. I get it. It’s not that I think keeping abortion a decision between me and my doctor is hot, it’s that I think abortion is SEXY!

Hmm. Now I kinda want an “Abortion is SEXY!” shirt. And it’s all because of these horrible writers who don’t understand context, let alone the entire situation.

If I were an asshole, I advise everyone photographed to start flooding these bloggers with emails stating that they did not receive written permission to publish their likeness on their blogs. But I’m a pretty nice person, so I won’t.

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There has GOT to be some bizarro symbolism involved in that.

Why did he do it? We’re not totally certain. New Boyfriend and I have a few theories on why he did it, but nothing is confirmed. SDC came with us when we moved everything out and wanted “Gay Best Friend” and I to have a talk afterwards. That, my friends, was a complete mess.

For the time being, we are living at SDC’s place. Internet functions pretty well there, but cell phone signals are terrible. We are also far away from everything. We’re looking for a slightly more permanent option, but it is difficult given that most of our friends’ leases are up pretty soon and it’s not exactly easy to call anyone (considering the whole “issues with cell phone use” thing).

This is a very strange time in my life. As I have said on Facebook, I’m convinced my life operates on five year cycles and I could easily find the parallels if you gave me a few days/a week. I’m just a little too old for this shit, you know?