This is the place to find out what is happening in my life, the silly things I hear from friends/family, and a place to find and share amusing stories/photos/videos to make the day better.
Okay, seriously. Maybe I am horribly wrong about this, but why are some Ab/Chin/Dip stations so much more than others? I went to the local exercise store and found one for around $200, and yet, when I look online, I find some that cost double that (or more). They don’t look any different, and they look just as stable, so why are some so much more?
I should note that I can understand rack/cage price differences because of add-ons, bar size/spacing, etc.
Let it be known that this year I will be attending Penguicon (http://2014.penguicon.org) for the first time. I am tremendously excited from all the amazing things people have been telling me about it, and I am confused as to how I had not heard of it until now!
I will also, hopefully, be attending the official Sherlock convention (SHERlocked - http://massiveevents.co.uk/sherlocked/) this year in the US when the details emerge as to where/when it is. I have 4 vacation days saved up that I don’t have plans for yet, and I feel like this will be an incredible use of them (unless something else comes up between now and then).
If the weekend falls right again, I may also volunteer at Detroit Fanfare this year.
When comments are better than the article, Atlantic edition (“The Cheapest Generation: Why Millennials aren’t buying cars or houses, and what that means for the economy”)
Most guys do not have to deal with the world of women. They’re born from us, they live around us, but for the most part, we take care of our own shit. We buy our own tampons. We deal with skeevy guys who catcall us. We deal with crappier work situations. We deal with getting told we suck at things because we have a vagina, and that we need to be prettier.
Even when these guys married, they still married someone who dealt with this stuff solo. There might be stories and gripe sessions, but they tended to try to equate some part of their experience to the woman’s. Sure, you’re told to be beautiful, but I’m told to lift heavy things! Same, right?
Then, they had daughters.
Kids are very good at not dealing with their own shit. It’s not their job. It’s yours. Suddenly, you’re shoved into a toy aisle where there’s nary a Lego or car or building block, but instead, rows and rows of dead-eyed dolls. You realize how hard it is to find play clothes for a girl, because everything seems to be optimized for ‘cute’ rather than ‘comfort.’ You hear people compliment your daughter only on how pretty she is, and never on how smart or clever she is.
The girl goes to school, and you watch how she’s never called on. You hear someone insult someone else by calling them ‘a girl’, and it stings. Your little girl is awesome! She’s brave and smart and funny! Why would anyone use that as an insult? Then, you remember all the times you did it.
And then, you realize that, all along, you’ve been a part of the problem.
always appropriate and now timely. happy international Women’s day.