Sunday, August 21, 2011

Nope, There's No Title For This

I am embarrassingly awful at hiding my emotions. There are certain people I just need to completely avoid, apparently, because I can't help but act like a smitten puppy no matter what. Cringe.

But I get to see Jennie and Dusty in five days! And talk weddings with Ashley in six! YAY! I'm so looking forward to this trip to Jackson.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

She Only Reads Books and She Cannot Draw

I can't draw imaginatively, but I love to steal other people's drawings off the internet and try to recreate them.

And you know what feels good?  When I can get the shapes and body parts in the right places and dimensions THE FIRST TIME TRYING.

I'm like a drawing rock star.  Copier.  That's a thing, right?

My drawing pad is also a good indication of my obsessions.  First it was my friends, then a LOT of Harry Potter, and now Doctor Who is taking over.

Hahahaha, that sounds awful.  It is awful.  Oh well!

*Anyone know where the blog title comes from?  YOU SHOULD, if you....find humor....humorous.*

Friday, August 19, 2011

Animals Vs. Babies (CAGEFIGHT!) (no not really)

I'm maybe going to get a kitten in October (gosh darn it, Mom and Dad, just go to Italy and come back already!), so I've been a bit Little Animals crazy lately.  Thankfully, the Bakers got a puppy, and Mom has been taking it out during lunch for them.  Since Mom was busy today, I walked over and played with him.  He is adorable but kind of needy and pesky.

Mom compared it to having a baby.

"But--" she said.

I nodded sagely and finished, "Animals are cuter."

That was...not what she meant?  So we had a long argument about whether or not animals or babies were better, and neither of us could be convinced.  Finally, she said, "If you feel that way, you probably shouldn't have kids."

"Not telling me anything I don't want to hear," I answered.

"If you adopt a kid, you still have to keep them."

"Hm...I will just wait and adopt them when they are old, so I don't have to take care of them for very long."

I'm going to be a brilliant mother.  Ugh.  Nope, that's still weird.  Don't want to be a mother.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

I Think I Met Charisma Personified

My favorite book vender came today to sell non-fiction.  He is super friendly and charismatic.  I kind of want him to be my father-in-law, because in just two hours, he told me 1) Christians would be better off if we just shut up and listened to God, 2) his wife threw him a surprise party for his 50th birthday in which all his friends brought cheap bottles of wine with names that reminded them of him, 3) it's sad his wife can't talk about Jesus in her social worker role, because that's the only thing that would really help those kids, and 4) his father was cursing up a stream when they coerced him into driving their son to the airport, which was really a surprise mission trip to the Dominican Republic.

These are all of my favorite things!  He must not be Baptist.

He also told me about his son, who just graduated from Annapolis with the second highest number of medals in the history of the school (WHAT?).  And he told me about his nephew, who just spent a couple months working in African schools, helping organize new buildings for kids too far from cities.

Then he asked how old I was and whether I was single, and mused that he should get me to date...one of them?  I'm not sure, he talked really fast.

So what I said was, "Yes, okay.  Both?"

Haha, no.  I'm scared of everything.  What I really said was, "Eh, long distance would be a pain."

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Moral Quandries

I love shows like Battlestar Galactica, Doctor Who, and Torchwood, because they introduce all these moral quandries that you can't quite explore realistically in our world.

For instance, in the Children of the Earth miniseries, there is this really excellent scene where I gaped at the characters on screen, absolutely repulsed by their decision.  "I would NEVER do that!" I thought.  "Never even consider it!  That's horrible and inhuman!  I mean, right?  I wouldn't do that?  But I guess the alternative...and it kind of makes sense....OH GOSH WOULD I!?"

Your turn!  Let's say an alien race appears on earth.  It says that you have to give up 10% of the world's children or else it will destroy everyone.  It shows you that it is more than capable of doing so.  What is your response?  Do you give up the children, or fight and therefore die along with the entire planet?

And it gets trickier and more disgusting when YOU and you alone are in the know.  If you decide to give up the children, how do you pick which children?  Is it a fair lottery?  Do you include your children/grandchildren/brothers/sisters/nieces/nephews in the lottery?  Do you pick kids from poor schools?  Do you pick orphans?  Do you pick the handicapped?

MY SOUL IS CRYING.

I'm really hoping there's another option, because there's still one episode left, and I'm hoping Captain Jack Harness will somehow bypass "give up the children" and "die" and find the hidden option 3.  Please!

But regardless, good show!  It's nice to stretch some hypothetical moral muscles.

BAM! Feminist Manifesto

In light of my recent post, I want to clarify something.

'Feminist' is not a bad word! 

It makes me sad, genuinely sad, when people clarify "but I'm not a feminist."  Whyever not?  Especially women.  I mean, I can understand men not wanting to be feminists.  They've got all the cultural power, and it makes sense not to want to give that up.  That's why men who are feminists rock my soul.  Jesus messed with gender expectations all over the place.  Joss Whedon is an outspoken feminist in Hollywood of all places (and if you need to look anywhere to see gender inequality, just look at Hollywood).  My brother hugely respects women and actually taught me how to be a better feminist.

But women?  When you avoid calling yourself a feminist, it's like you're saying, "but I agree with the fact that myself and all humans with two X chromosomes are genetically inferior to those with an X and a Y."  Why would you agree to that, and furthermore, why would you support that idea and continue it?

Feminism doesn't mean thinking women and men are exactly the same.  It does mean thinking that men and women are equals.  No matter the differences, no matter the similarities, both sexes deserve equal status, equal pay, and equal respect. 

How is that a bad thing?  Here's a pretty graph.

newwavefeminism:

this is a problem. we need to break the machine.

If you found yourself shocked and/or appalled by this, and especially if you think, "well something should be done to change that!" then you, my friend, are a feminist!  Welcome!  It's not a dirty word, I promise.

Oh, and real quick, about the stereotype of "angry feminists."  First of all, that's silly.  Stereotypes are always silly, because in a group of people, not once is everyone exactly the same (unless you get together a group of clones).  But the ones who are angry?  So what?  Feminists are men and women who see oppression and inequality in the world, in their workplace, and in their homes, and they find that inequality repellant.  Of course they get angry!  We should be angry when we see something that is wrong!

And to lighten the mood, here's a real life example of feminism.  On a mission trip, Ashley and I were sitting at the top of a roof throwing shingles to boys who were doing the nailing, because heights are not my friend, and also I have no experience with nail guns.  One of the boys said, "Sure, girls.  Leave the work to the men!"  I snapped and said, "I'm incompetent because I'm incompetent, not because I'm a woman."  And then Ashley got up and worked circles around him. 

And that's feminism.  Owning our skills and our weaknesses as individuals rather than hiding behind labels such as "man" "woman" "masculine" or "feminine."

So, please.  Women, have a little pride.  Men, have a little humility.  Women are not inherently inferior to men.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Nerdfighting

The other day I was getting into an excited rant about how awesome it is to be a nerd, because why would you love something a little when you could love it a lot? When I see something I like, I want to talk about it all the time, introduce my friends to it, dress like it, analyze the deeper meanings, make jokes about it, and look up fan sites about it online. That is far more preferable than saying, "Eh, yeah, it was pretty okay."

I was feeling pretty good about myself until I realized I was skimming the top off a fabulous quote of John Green, Head Nerdfighter and writer extraordinaire.

"Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan.' Why is that?"