Happy Pride Weekend, y’all
Do you even say that?
Sadly, I missed it all. D’s company had a float in the parade, which I intended to check out, but I just didn’t make it. I’m really not a fan of parades, but I’m a little disappointed nonetheless.
Cultural differences in child rearing
For some reason, amazon sent me an email promoting this book, and it reminded me of two articles I read this week.
Angry Moms Boycott Eatery That Asks Kids To Keep Quiet
and
Just wanted to share. If you know me, you probably have some idea of how I feel about children and how they should be raised. If you don’t I’ll just say that the article on French mothers* did not horrify or outrage me at any point.
It may have made me smile a little.
*And what of fathers and their relationships with their offspring?
Porn for Women
From Chronicle Books, via Violet Blue’s blog.
The Cambridge Women’s Pornography Cooperative asked women, young, old, rich, and poor, “What really, really gets you hot?” Armed with their findings, they worked day and night to create Porn for Women.
Haw haw, GEDDIT? Women get off on seeing men do household chores!
Doesn’t this fundamentally fall in the same realm as advertisements that suggest women like, say, chocolate more than sex? Or that flowery-smelling shampoos and conditioners provoke an orgasmic response? Because, after all, women don’t really like actual sex all that much, and usually we just do it as a favor for our mens. I mean, I don’t know about you, girlfriend, but if mine wasn’t always pestering me, I’d just as soon settle down on the couch with a gallon of ice cream and some nice lotion to watch Oprah.
Oh, wait. I don’t have a tv. Or a couch, for that matter.
I get that the burden of housework, cooking, and child care still falls disproportionately on women, and that it’s easier to want sex when you’re not preoccupied with crappy drudge-work. But this kind of thing perpetuates the idea that women just aren’t that into sex, and for all the articles in women’s magazines on how to ‘do it’ better, people buy into this in a big way. Which creates a disincentive for women and their partners to have sex that is satisfying to the women involved.
Have I stopped making sense yet? Mostly it just feels tired and lazy. Novelty greeting card humor. Meh.
My, what a busy day!
Earlier today I took the Powerbook into the Genius Bar (Apple’s in-store tech support) for some repairs, and while the Genius assigned to me wrote up my order, he and another Genius got into a conversation about the Thai restaurant around the block. This led to my Genius asking, “What language do they speak in Thailand?” The other Genius replied with something along the lines of, “Huh… I dunno…blah blah blah… Maybe Taiwanese?” Then the Geniuses got to talking about how difficult it is to tell the Italian and Irish flags apart.
As I left the store and crossed the street, I thought I heard someone calling my name. I thought it very odd, considering I don’t have any friends, but I turned and looked anyway. And lo! There on the opposite corner were my godparents and their daughter. Whom my family knows from when we lived in Saudi Arabia, and who now live in Bangladesh. But this evening they were in San Francisco, on a 10 hour layover between Dhaka and somewhere else. And so was I. Quelle coïncidence! Once, in the Amsterdam airport, I ran into someone I met at a conference in Bangkok. Less than a week after I moved to Seattle, I bumped into a boy that used to work at a record store I frequented in Portland. OK, that’s less impressive. But it still amazes me.
After my godparents and I parted ways, I walked up Market toward my bus stop. A man yelled after me, “I got grapes, I got eight and a half inches of dick!” I didn’t catch the rest. But grapes? What does that mean?
Finally, I’m looking into buying a MacBook Pro (actually, I’m looking into getting my parents to buy me one for my birthday), and I was wondering how people feel about the glossy vs. matte screens. I’m also looking at backpacks to carry said MacBook Pro around in, and would really appreciate recommendations. D has a booq, and his laptop survived a motorcycle crash in it. So I’m leaning toward getting one of those (probably the Boa.XL or XM), though they’re pretty spendy. Any other suggestions?
Seasoned Starchy Poofs
D ordered some things from Chocosphere, and they came packed in those water-soluble (and edible!) cornstarch packing peanuts. D had never seen or heard of such a thing, so I ran some water over them to show that they are indeed water-soluble. Then I said “They’re edible too!” even though I wasn’t 100% sure that was accurate, and popped one in my mouth. If you’ve never tasted starch packing peanuts, they taste like any cheese (or other) puff snack, minus the cheese flavoring. They’re also not crunchy, but the basic flavor is remarkably similar.
Now I’m wondering what I could do to (literally?) spice them up. Butter and nutritional yeast? Butter and salt? Salt and vinegar? Parmesan cheese? Whatever you use to make Chex® Party Mix? Do you have a favorite recipe for starch packing peanuts?
D’s been snacking on them all evening. It warms my cold black heart to see him digging into a bag of packing materials.
