December 2004

Poor repressed conservative students. Forced to read the Quran. Having liberal teachers “suggest” that homosexuality might have to do with our biological makeup. Might. Ha. You know what one of the books we used in one of my women’s history courses was? The Bible. Did I start screaming and crying that I was being indoctrinated […]

I’m back in the office today, and I discovered a box of Belgium chocolates on my desk from one of my male coworkers. No, not from Yellow. It’s never from the one you’d like it to be from. They’re from the most annoying guy in the office, the workaholic who doesn’t date because he’s at

Oh. It’s. So. Good. To. Be. Home. Praise be to wirless internet. Falling into my own bed now. G’night.

I do want to mention that I’m really proud of the people of the Ukraine. That’s the power of the people. And a bowing-out to Susan Sontag, who fucking rocked the house. And for those living in and around Portland, OR there are two copies of Jeff Vandermeer’s Veniss Underground and two copies of Secret

The weather’s finally gotten sunny here in lovely rural BG, I’ve been jogging a couple times (one more time tomorrow, and I’ll hit my three-times-this-week-goal), the three-days-of-eating fest is over and I’m back to omelettes (oh, thank goodness), had dinner last night with my parents and my brother at Portland City Grill for my soon-arriving-birthday

Well. Thank goodness that’s over. Anyhow, via my brother, France is adding anti-gay and anti-women remarks to its anti-racist and anti-semetic remarks list of “things people can say that’ll encourage us to send them to jail.” Free speech crosses the line when you threaten violence against somebody else, but you know… I’m glad I live

I’m about to get on a jet plane to the West Coast, but stay tuned: Tomorrow I’ll be ranting a lot about sex, and delivering my much-promised scream-fest about the sexist assumptions of an author’s hope-filled matriarchy-cum-S&M-child molestation-rape fest. Fun.

Bah. What a frickin’ long day. I’m getting on a jet plane tomorrow afternoon. Got the place all packed up and all is ready to go, and you know what? I’m going to bed. Bed… bed… I’m so exhausted.

You know what my response is to the “men want to form long-term relationships with subordinate women because it’s biologically good for men” thing is? Who cares? And who the hell is asking these questions? Did anyone ask how biologically useful it was for women to be weak and malnourished and grow up hating their

Boring, boring meeting. Now I know why all the managers are fucking insane. Corporate says: How many people do you need to do the job? We say: we need this many people to do the job. Corporate says: you lie! That’s not what we budgeted! We say: if you’re only going to give us what