We’re in the midst of a gigantic solar storm, and people in the most unusual places are reporting seeing the Northern Lights. Check out this photo from Houston! Boerne, about an hour south of Austin, as well as Llano, an hour west of Austin, also have reports in. I’m so jealous! The aurora is something I want to see before I die.
Archive for October, 2003
Men do not realize that women often aren’t taken seriously because of their gender. Granted, it’s not an easy thing to observe. It’s not a hostile thing, surely; more of a brush-off. Like the scene in The Princess Bride where Buttercup kisses the ailing king on the cheek and tells him she just wanted to thank him for being so kind to her because she wouldn’t be alive in the morning, and he said, “Well, isn’t that nice. She kissed me!” That’s more of an example of senility, but it’s the same sort of attitude. There are simply those men out there who prefer not to talk to women. I ran into an example a couple of weekends ago at Gunstock. Not surprising, really – hold a gun-related event in Texas and it’ll be full of good-old-boys. There were something like 4 women who were there and visible the entire weekend. One of the guys there… To women, he is cordial but distant. To men, everyone he meets is his new best friend. It was difficult trying to explain this to hub without being perceived as a feminazi or overly sensitive. Probably, I came off as both.
When I was running 4-5 on-site tech calls a day, at least once a week I would show up and encounter a confused looking man. “But I thought there was a tech support guy coming”, he’d say. “Well, I’m the tech support guy”, I’d say. “You? Nawwwww”, was the response. Then I’d proceed to fix everything and garner some respect. If I ran into problems, I’d get comments like “Well, maybe one of the guys at the shop can fix it”.
It is a fine but dangerous line women walk. We are perceived as being complainers, nags, bossy, or feminazis. Sexual harassment is believed to be a sham. I assure you, it exists. I encountered creepy and unwanted attention as young as 12 years old. The whole attitude of “oh, you’re just over-reacting, I was only kidding!” belittles and demeans whoever is complaining. A better response would be “I’m sorry that what I did made you uncomfortable”. Why is it so hard for people to apologize? Why is it so much easier to brush off their concerns and joke about them? Are people afraid that by apologizing, they are exposing a vulnerable part of themselves and therefore might be wounded for it? That’s stupid. Better to be perceived as an honest person who cares even a little than as an asshole. I will help out honest people in the future. I will be much less likely to deal with assholes.
Double standards suck. A guy gets his girlfriend pregnant. He’s in trouble, yeah, but she’s branded a slut who will screw anything that moves. Women who want to keep their last names after marriage are feminist bitch troublemakers. Men who stay home to take care of the kids while their wives work are whipped.
Now all this makes for some amusing life experiences. There’s nothing quite like doing something that’s considered a male activity and doing it well. I get a lot of respect for the buck I shot a couple of years ago. I get private amusement at going to a gun range and shooting a nice evil black gun in front of a bunch of guys. I like being able to fix computers, even though a lot of time it seems like I have to start over three or four times because I don’t get the whole story the first time. Weirdly enough, sometimes women don’t take me seriously either – they’d prefer a male fixing their computer.
The moral? Do whatever you want to do. Don’t worry about what others think you should do based on your gender. If you want to do something, do it – and do it well enough both to please yourself and pleasantly surprise others.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Granted, even a deafening din would seem soft in comparison to the rest of the day: screams, wails, the muffled smack of fists hitting flesh. This was a quiet of a different color.
He said: should I go up there and see?
She said: I don’t know, I’m just enjoying the quiet.
He said: but should I?
She said: should you? Probably. Will you? I don’t know.
The quiet was broken. A torrent of unintelligible shouting bombarded the spaces, intermixed with wails of frustration. Two small bodies scampered into the room.
He said: wash their hands. They have scattered the entire contents of the catbox all across the upstairs. There is cat litter caked into their hair.
She said: shit.
And it was.
The seeing-eye cat is back, this time on an adventure with a seeing-eye dog.
From the Philadelphia Inquirer:
Bush told his senior aides Tuesday that he “didn’t want to see any stories” quoting unnamed administration officials in the media anymore, and that if he did, there would be consequences, said a senior administration official who asked that his name not be used.
This past weekend I spent with hub and a couple hundred friendly gun nuts 15 miles east of Waco at Gunstock. We had a fantastic time, despite some glitches, and fully plan on doing that again and as much as possible. If you live in the Central Texas area and are looking for a place to shoot, you definitely need to try TIGER Valley out. They have a 1000 yard range that I’m itching to try. Words can’t describe how great the owners are.
In the meantime I was hit by the Lolita spammer, and hit hard. I’ve downloaded the MT-Blacklist plugin, but have to wait until my help ticket to install the Storable.pm module goes through. I may also add an image system that requires you to enter the number from the image in the form. This is hard on blind users, but they are welcome to email comments to me and I can post for them. 125+ spam comments over 4 days is completely out of control.