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3/14/11 03:16 pm

Hey, friends list!

I have gotten some very sweet PMs over the past few days, despite not having used this journal too much over the past few years, so I just wanted to put up a general post letting everyone know that I am alive, well, and not a pile a nuclear goop.

For those of you asking what you can do: the thing that is needed the most right now is money to the charities that know what to do with it. Right now the Red Cross is your best bet -- they are working with the Japanese government and are able to get on the ground in the disaster areas quicker than anyone else. http://www.redcross.org/ At this point, they are the *only* charity that I recommend.

Also, please stop watching CNN. They are just in love with Chernobyl comparisons for some reason. For more a balanced, agenda-free news outlet, check out: http://blogs.aljazeera.net/live/asia/disaster-japan-live-blog

And that’s it! I am alive! Sick of aftershocks, but honestly fine. I hope the rest of you in Japan are keeping safe.

4/12/09 05:08 pm - Loving homes are too adult for Amazon!

As most of my friends' list has probably heard/read, Amazon has pulled the sales rankings of any content it deems "adult". Which somehow translates into pretty much any and all GLBT related literate -- Playboy and Penthouse's sales rankings are perfectly intact. This Amazon Rank includes such classics as Giovanni's Room and Lady Chatterley's Lover, making it virtually impossible for you to find the books under a general search.

In fact, when I searched for Lady Chatterley's Lover, Amazon didn't actually recognize the book's existence, offering up this helpful search tip instead. Other titles censored are such salacious materials as Heather Has Two Mommies, How it Feels to have a Gay or Lesbian Parent, and Love Makes a Family.

Again, just to visualize: this is what I get when I search for a book made for GLBT families. 470 Crock Pot Recipies and Season 1 of I Love Lucy. This is what I get when I search for Playboy.

Not only do I get a direct link to a place I can go to renew my subscription (at a significant discount, because I am a lucky Amazon Prime member!), but I also get suggestions for fun things like a Playboy calendar and a hardbound collection of centerfolds, along with related search terms for other fun magazines "Hustler", "Penthouse"). But apparently, this doesn't register with Amazon's definition of "adult" material. Which is actually a pretty progressive definition of adulthood when you think about it! It takes a responsible, mature person to step up and be a parent -- any 14 year old with five minutes and a locked bathroom can do what Playboy's designed for. But I highly doubt that Amazon is trying to reevaluate of perceptions of maturity, here.

I've called Amazon and told them that I won't be renewing my Prime membership, nor will I be ordering from their website until this censorship stops. If you've ever ordered from Amazon, I highly encourage you to do the same. Their customer service number is 1-800-201-7575.

EDIT (thanks to arxev for the heads up!): And for those of you that are curious, here's what comes up if you do a search on the word "homosexuality". The very first book that comes up is A Parent's Guide to Preventing Homosexuality. So, to reiterate: books that support GLBT parenting are too offensive for the public to view. But books that show you how to get the gay out of your children are not only awesome, but can be shipped by Tuesday!

4/15/08 07:30 pm - Announcing Announcements

Due to the fact that -hey!- my students have the internet, this journal has moved over to mostly friends only. Comment to be added!

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6/2/07 04:42 pm - BPAL Wish List. This is what HH does to a person.

My BPAL "want to try" listCollapse )

5/6/07 02:05 pm

You scored as Ashoka Maurya. You were the follower of Chandragupta in the Indian Mauryan dynasty. One of your first tasks was to conquer the resisting kingdom of Kalinga. A terrible battle ensued, and your heart was struck by the horridness of the bloodshed. So you convert to Buddhism, and vow to live a peaceful and humble life and serve India as a fair and humane ruler. You actively promoted your Buddhist faith, but if others followed a different religion then that was still okay. You encouraged even the smallest aspects of society to work together as a whole for the good of India.

To read some stuff about Ashoka and the rest of the Mauryan dynasty, click here: The Kingdom of Magadha


Ashoka Maurya


Liu Bang




Chandragupta Maurya




Wang Mang




Sargon of Akkad


Yu of China




Han Wudi


Alexander the Great




Qin Shihuangdi


What leader of ancient/classical history are you?
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In other news, eight more pages to go! Mel knows what I'm talkin' about.

4/30/07 07:38 pm - Finals? What are those?

Anytime I'm feeling down, I just remember that things like this exist in the world.

4/22/07 11:54 pm - To combat the emo of my last post!

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8/14/06 10:03 pm

Long time, no update! Work, work, and more work. I just got back from seeing PotC: Dead Man's Chest (finally). I guess I only update after I've seen a movie.

I can sum up Dead Man’s Chest in five words.Collapse )

7/19/06 10:31 pm - Say it with me: f-e-m-i-n-i-s-m

I love being a woman, but I hate all the bullshit that comes with it. There are certain situations that, as a woman, I am forced to be aware of that men don’t have to worry about. Walking home alone at night is right at the top of that list.

I get off the bus, and start walking home. I had a half-shift today, but my feet are killing me nonetheless. I’m wearing my uncomfortable work shoes, and pants that make my hips look even wider than usual. My undershirt is soaked with sweat, and I want nothing more than to relax on the couch in the air conditioning.

As I’m walking, I’m fully aware of the environment around me (taking us back to the girl alone at night scenario). I notice a van is driving down the road behind me, and I also notice he has started to slow down. Great.

As expected, the guy pulls to a stop, and yells out something. I can’t hear him, he yells again. I hope against hope that he’s just asking for directions, but I stay the hell away from the curb nonetheless.

“Hey. How old are you?”


“None of your business. Don’t try and pick up girls in a van, stalker” I respond, and walk on without looking back.

Or that’s what I would have said, if I didn’t live in a world where random men in vans do very sick things to women.

“Seventeen”, I reply. Usually the magic number. Old enough so that he knows that I know he’s a creep, but still young enough to be jailbait. I then walk as if the next house over is my place of residence. The man drives away, but I wait a few moments before going over to the next block. The next block is the back alley of the local movie theater. The light is better there, and he could very well have turned around and sped up to catch a glimpse of me in clearer light, to see if I was telling the truth. Sure enough, I peek my head over, and a huge van speeds by. I wait a few moments by the bushes, outside a house where people were clearly home, before going on my way.

Now, I like to think I’m not wholly paranoid. I realize that the man was probably just a pig, and not a felon. But I am also a realist. And there’s always that chance. That very real chance that the situation will evolve into something serious. The creepy-man-in-car scenario is something I’ve dealt with before, and something a number of my female friends have dealt with as well.

That’s so severely messed up that I can’t even think straight. I shouldn’t have to know that seventeen is the magic number, or that the guy in the car is probably going to try and get another look. I shouldn’t be talking to relatives over instant messenger who have gone through the same thing, because none of us should have had to experience that kind of fear.

It’s times like tonight that I’m reminded why men and women don’t have inherent equality, and why I get so angry when people treat feminism as if it’s a dirty word. Things aren’t equal, and until we can move beyond a cultural inability to admit that fact, the creepy pervert in the car isn’t ever going to drive away.

7/11/06 01:14 am - Yes, I have breasts, yes, I read comics, and yes, I have heard of Birds of Prey.

Comic book ranting follows:

I am PISSED. I am pissed because I’ve been reading the archives of the wonderful website www.girl-wonder.ORG, and came across the flames that the website received in its first two weeks of existence. I’m not particularly surprised the website got flamed, and I’m even less surprised that the bulk of said flames were anonymous and/or sockpuppets. The comic-book troll is a particularly nasty internet leech, and will eagerly attach itself to anything comic related that even hints of being pro-feminist. The comic-book troll is the main reason I’ve never posted any of my essays about the treatment of women in comics online, and is now the reason they’ll be edited and posted within the week. I’m that pissed.

It’s not the flames themselves that anger me. For one thing, they aren’t remotely articulate. If anything, they prove that every grievance that I have with the treatment of women in comics is pretty much right on the money.

What I’m pissed about is how the sentiments conveyed in these grammatically fallible flames reflect a more far-reaching view of feminism that I have to put up with every time I try to discuss my point of view. Comics provide the best example. Whenever I’m discussing women in comics, outside of a classroom setting, the following statement will inevitably come up:

“If you don’t like it, don’t read it.”

UGH. What do you mean by this, sir? Don’t read comics in general? Some of them are quite good. If you mean the particular title that I’m complaining about, then I absolutely agree. I was furious with how Stephanie Brown’s (The Spoiler, a.k.a. the fourth robin, a.k.a, a character with a decade of history in the DC universe used as a plot device to give Batman and Tim Drake (the real Robin because he has a penis) something to angst about) torture/death was overtly sexualized, so I stopped buying the comic. Both Batman and Robin.

But here’s the thing- I’m not reading those comics anymore. But I’m still pissed the hell off, and have every right to be. I have every right to be upset that a character formerly heralded as the “The Girl Wonder” was killed in a drawn out torture scene that was laden with symbolism (the protagonist was chained to a wall and tortured with a power drill while drawn in such a position that both her breasts and ass were on full display, even though she was wearing a full body costume with a cape). Furthermore, I have every right to complain about it.

The comic industry is in trouble. They’re failing to attract new readers, and alienating the readers that they do have with constant history revamps and mega-crossovers. Comic Book stores are usually messy, hostile towards newcomers, and isolating towards women*. And with comments actively encouraging me to stop buying titles that were formally my favorites, comic book fans aren’t helping.

*Honest to God, there’s a freakish sort of pressure when you’re a woman buying comics. I can’t count the number of times I’ve walked into my local store and felt eyes on me, discreetly appraising my comic book choices. I know guys get this same pressure too, which is part of the problem, but women are judged twice as harshly and we know it (here’s where I wish I had more women friends who read comics, so somebody could back me up).
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