tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92016966246473963422011-12-19T19:33:59.591-07:00Activism and personal anecdotes, in that order -- I guess.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01471095819999271441noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201696624647396342.post-38890823510161427482011-12-08T22:02:00.001-07:002011-12-08T22:52:04.545-07:00

@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } There’s a video going the rounds on Facebook. Perhaps you’ve seen it. I hear it involves chickens being ground up alive

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So, the NBA season is in jeopardy, blah blah blah, money money money, etc. I don't much care about the NBA, but I DO very much care about the WNBA. The NBA has basically been subsidizing the WNBA for the last decade or so. I fear that if the NBA loses enough money over this, they'll look to the laydeez to save them money, putting the whole league and every player in it in jeopardy. Of course,

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I've been trying out tumblr lately, but I'm thinking about coming back here. Tumblr has a lot of interesting features, but I think I'm getting tired of reblog chains full of flashing .gifs. Also, endless one-on-one argument reblog chains, endless reblog chains wherein one person says something idiotic and the whole feminist tumblr community feels called to explain exactly why they suck...maybe

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We can say no. When someone instructs us to lose weight, to shave, to straighten our hair, to get “in shape”, to wear makeup, to wear less makeup, to dress appropriately, to dress more stylishly, no not that stylishly, to stop standing out, to stop making noise, to stop being so damn large, to stop making excuses, to stop fighting, to just get along, to just do what we tell you, to just buy

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell--blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?   How I wish, how I wish you

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I believe in a culture that supports the autonomy of women; specifically, I am now speaking of reproductive autonomy. This means giving women the ability to make their own choices in this area. This means women should have access to affordable birth control reproductive healthcare abortion but also prenatal care breastfeeding support infant formula vaginal birth support cesareans hospital

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Big Gay Sketch Show’s [Bisexual] Nicol Paone: The Autostraddle Interview The Bisexual Flag bi.org Bi Magazine New York Area Bisexual Network EDIT: This is AWESOME. http://www.binetusa.org/

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I identify as bisexual. (I've encountered disagreement, usually on the part of heterosexual people, on whether you should base your sexual identity on desire or activity--as in, if you've only ever dated/slept with dudes, can you really be a lesbian? This is, naturally, rank horseshit, so consider it dismissed.) I feel like there's a lot of confusion and misinformation out there about

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So I'm going to post this thing about bisexuality. I'm kind of apprehensive about posting it. I mean, it's kind of feeling like I'm coming out or something, but anyone who knows me at all should probably have figured it out already, also should probably have noticed how little I care about things like "coming out" since I usually just drop the "Lady lips are fun to kiss" bomb in random

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Remember this? You should go read this on Autostraddle because it's related and also awesome.

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DVDs I Have Purchased Primarily Due To My Penchant For Watching Them Over And Over Again On TV: The Shawshank Redemption Pride and Prejudice Definitely, Maybe See, here's the thing: People who don't watch TV are seriously missing out on one of the best ways to discover great movies [remember, my definition of "great" is subjective]. I'm not necessarily speaking of only HBO movies, although I sure

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Women with the following, or something like it, taped to their abdomens: "U.S. GOVT. PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING" And, possibly, men with the following, or something like it, taped to their abdomens: "PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING"image via  Too much?

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Basic Definition Of Rape Culture: A culture in which ignoring and/or crossing the boundaries of others is implicitly understood to be normal, acceptable, and desired. Venue: anywhere public dancing takes place, i.e. bars, clubs, music festivals Find the woman sitting/standing by herself.  Ask her why she isn't dancing, and regardless of her answer, attempt to convince her to dance. Do not,

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Basic Definition Of Rape Culture: A culture in which ignoring and/or crossing the boundaries of others is implicitly understood to be normal, acceptable, and desired. Venue: stand-up comedy show When the comic asks for a volunteer to go up onstage for some reason, be that person who raises their hand and points to the friend they came with who clearly does not want to volunteer. OR the comic

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Apparently it was the hair post that was 100th. I fail, dude.

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Apparently, that last post was my 100th. In, like, almost 3 years--I think. whoooo...? Also, I added a pageviews counter, and am pretty sure most of those are from me, especially since I tend to copy-edit my posts after publishing them. I had a new idea the other day while roaming around the Pawnee; it will be a series called "X Surprise Ways To Enable The Kyriarchy That You Never Knew You

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I'm sure where, exactly, some dudes get off implying that being a feminist man is harder than being a woman, feminist or not. Neither am I sure, exactly, where these same dudes get off basically saying that since they're treating us way better than the rest of the dudely dudes, we should be nicer to them, regardless of whether or not we think they're treating us way better. And that, my friends,

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So, I'm loving on Autostraddle right now, and I just found this post about haircuts (read the comments for more discussion). It's primarily about long hair vs. short hair when you're a lesbian, but it got me thinking about something I read somewhere the other day/week/month/year about long vs. short for women in their 20s. This second article I'm referring to was likely geared toward straight

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I took a two-day break from the Internets this week. I went snowshoeing, drank tequila, saw my parents and sisters and brother, had dinner with my boyfriend's parents, drank coffee, and laughed until my sides ached. I returned from my two-day break tonight, only to discover that, while I was out enjoying life despite all of the shit in it, Republicans want to "eliminate the word 'victim' from

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I'm wearing, quite literally, boyfriend jeans. As in, jeans that belong to my boyfriend. He's a good 11.5" taller than I, which means the inseam on these things is unbelievably long, and despite subjective appearances, he's only skinny for his height, which means that a belt is absolutely a requirement. But, they are comfortable as hell. And I sure do love some butch in my outfits sometimes.

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I just read an interesting article. Dated February 29, 2008, the headline is "McCain's Panama birth prompts eligibility probe by his campaign". As precedent, the article describes the case of Barry Goldwater, who was born in Arizona before it became a state. He was allowed to run for president, losing to Lyndon Johnson. The main point is that John McCain was born in Panama while his military

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I've just had an epiphany--an epiphany about myself. (Incidentally, this is one of my essential characteristics of a critical thinker--the ability to continually discover new things about oneself.) Throughout high school and college, I received several Bs. Each time, as one would expect from an ordinarily straight-A student, I decided on a reason for the B--in order to internalize and deal with

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A 'discussion' just took place in my living room, between my father and I, within easy hearing of my 13-year-old brother. This 'discussion' began with my father denouncing the Westboro Baptist Church for their "abuse of free speech", as demonstrated by the whole "Everyone but us is going to hell", and ended with my father defending Sarah Palin's "right to free speech", as demonstrated by the

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You may recall a post I made a while back regarding infertility treatments. Of recent years, I have fallen into the habit of being quite a bit more explicit than I feel I need to be; see, once you become an activist, you realize that those who oppose you or think you're unreasonable/hypersensitive or feel threatened by your position tend to assume you mean things, whether you meant them or not.

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The thing about NaNoWriMo is that it's a good idea, but completely not feasible for me this year. I know, I know; claiming impossibility is a good way to get yourself a kick in the pants around there. "Just make time!" "I'm busy too!" "You can doooo it!" Actually, I can't. My sister got married a week into November, and I'm not sure if anyone who hasn't ever been part of wedding planning knows

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Here's the thing: I do not like the "progressive" label. I disagree with the use of the term "progress" in any generalized fashion; by that, I mean that it's perfectly acceptable to say that you're making progress toward a substantiated goal, but ridiculous when you speak of a general political ideology as progress, or of technological changes as progress, etc. I will now digress in order to

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There are these tv ads regarding Ken Buck, Republican Senate candidate for the state of Colorado. It's basically all these different people saying "I just can't do it--I just can't vote for Ken Buck." Well, I can't vote for Ken Buck, either--and here's why.  Obviously, he is "pro-life".  Duh. Moving on. Ken Buck thinks ordinary people make extravagant decisions about their healthcare unless they

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I found a few unfinished posts in my queue, posts that were left unfinished not because they suck (quite a lot of my posts end up that way, actually.), but because they were too complex to perfect in a single sitting, and so I saved them, with the intention of returning to them at a later date. As these posts were saved in April, and it is now nearly November, this is, indeed, a quite later date

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I went for a run today. Now, you need to know that the last time I recall "going for a run"--as in, intentionally running not toward or from anything in particular, certainly not an ice cream truck or a burning building--was freshman year of college. As in, 2002-3. I do not recall when, exactly, this Run took place; I just know it was freshman year. It was probably the spring--I'm pretty sure I

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I am a little behind the times [only a little, really], but check this out: Shopping "Diets". Now, I am all for people doing batshit things that end up as feature stories in the New York Times, but this is a little ridiculous [only a little? more than a little? i guess we'll find out once i get through this, as i haven't actually thought much of this out yet.]. So, here's the thing: I stop

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Infertility treatments are shameful. Infertility treatments are a shocking waste of money, time, and effort--valuable resources which would be better spent on the adoption of countless children who already exist and need families. Yes, I'm judging you. I cannot think of one compelling argument for the presumed self-evident value of so much exertion and expenditure simply to obtain offspring

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Well, the title pretty much sums it up, yeah? However, I guess I could explain why every film review I've ever read was completely useless--as I said in the title, whether it was written by a fan, a Netflix user, or a bona fide film critic. Here's the thing about film: for some reason, everyone seems to think a major defining characteristic of a "good" movie is, or should be, mass appeal. And

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Yes, I hear you. Snack order? What does that mean? Well, see, at zoo camp, full day classes get morning snack and afternoon snack. Each week we have the same five morning snacks and the same five afternoon snacks; the precise order in which these snacks are provided varies. Thus, a treatise on snack order. Seriously? Why does any reasonable adult give a shit about snack order? Why? I'll tell you

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Upon receiving an email from Denver Area Free-Thinkers (DAFT) regarding counter-protests to the upcoming Westboro Baptist Church presence in Denver and Boulder, I clicked on a link to the WBC's website, to check out their scheduled profanity. Lo and behold, the site is blocked, due to its inclusion in the "Hate/Discrimination" category. Damn straight, Intrawest.

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I'm going back to brunette soon. Why? Well, because yesterday I went to new employee training at the zoo, and of the 8 or so Summer Safari Instructors/Captains present, fully 8 or so of us were some shade of blond. Ha. I typed "bland" first, then corrected it immediately, as I am wont to do, before realizing the hilarity. Because that's what I mean, I guess. Nothing against blonds; I just

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[This is a follow-up to this post.] Remember when I said I was a "wise 17-year-old" and thus able to push out negative thoughts about being *gasp* FAT when I had 1% above average body fat? Upon further reflection, I wasn't just naturally wise in this instance. I was strong, and moderately capable of fending off negative thoughts about my body, but see, I had help. I've never suffered an eating

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Here's my latest nervous work habit: Yep, Smarties. We have this candy pumpkin by Cat's office, and it's often full of Tootsie Rolls, Airheads, or Laffy Taffy, but when it is full of Smarties, that is when the real work begins -- for me, and for my supervisor Taylor, who happens to sit next to me. We gobble these things like there's no tomorrow; I have rolls of Smarties lined up on my desk all

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...from someone who knows.

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I am currently heavily involved in constructing a navigable, multi-passenger snow craft.Out of cardboard, duct tape, and the occasional bit of string.Also, getting paid to do it.

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Apparently, Rep. Michele Bachmann (Minn.) and Sarah Palin, got together with the Republicans and spent some time bashing President Obama, Democrats (commies...?), and healthcare reform.Melissa McEwan said: That sounds like a real fun event. It's too bad I couldn't be there, but I was busy advocating for the equality of all women, from which Palin and Bachmann benefit even as they trade on being

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Something else I don't think people quite get is the level of secrecy, trust, and all-around reliance I have with my siblings. See, if you leave out the two youngest kids, nobody's ratted anyone out to my parents in at least 5 years. You have to leave out the two youngest because they're 11 and 14 and still into tattling on each other, but for the purposes of this discussion, they're not

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I've talked about siblings before on Ye Olde El-Jay (if you are unfamiliar with Ye Olde El-Jay, don't even bother asking, because I don't give that shit out anymore. trust me, everyone's better off this way.), but I'm feeling the urge to bring it up again. Y'know, because I'm lame about my siblings.See, here's the thing: I'm not entirely sure anyone, anywhere, period, has a similar sibling

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Angie: When I was with my ex-boyfriend, we were 2 years apart for 2 months, except then it was exciting.Mandy: Cradle robber.Angie: Yeah, but I gave it back.

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For example, I want to get paid to drink coffee, listen to Lady Gaga, read about weird shit on the internet, and argue with my superiors.I know what you're thinking: Doesn't that sound kind of like a lawyer? Research + arguments = legal cases, right? Maybe a lobbyist, or a congressional aide, or the high school debate team?You would be wrong, though. I don't want to be a lawyer, because that

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Because shit happens.Shit happens to me, and to you, and to your little sister, and my friends, and everybody, and sometimes it seems like there's not a whole lot I can do about it. It doesn't seem to matter how much I fight against it -- somehow I always end up feeling like if I just could have thought it out for a few more seconds, or been a little clearer, a little more concise, hit on just

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I think my dad likes my boyfriend.This conclusion began, naturally, with a snowbank, and ended, naturally, with bass amps.Shall I explain? (yes, absolutely, we'd love to hear your fascinating yet pointless story!!!1!one!)Oh, all right.***My boyfriend first encountered my dad at my niece's birthday party. They shook hands, exchanged pleasantries; Dad regaled Boyfriend with an explanation of the

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Today, I assembled 9 office chairs. The only male assistance I received was 100% solicited (I asked his opinion on a minor detail, because the directions were just poorly-drawn visual aids).Oh, he did pick up a piece while I was examining another one and attempt to fit it on the base, but then handed it to me and apologized for encroaching on my workspace.Said male co-worker is pretty cool.

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My new favorite blog is Culture Cube, which is hilarious and riveting and touching (I'm not sure this last actually applies; I just needed another adjective to round out my list) all at once.I think I may be watching too much 30 Rock, because I feel compelled to crack some sort of Sere-ish "God, I hope I'm as funny and classy as she is when I'M old (30)!!!" joke, except mine would be funnier,

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Mansplaining is a very specific symptom of a very general problem: our society produces men who are accustomed to being taken seriously -- simply because they are men. They are not required to back things up; their opinion automatically matters.Now, as a man, your opinion on, say, anything to do with testicles (this is just an example; there are plenty of things men know firsthand that have

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Eating ice creamWatching Turner Classic MoviesCutting my bangsOrganizing my libraryCooking/baking strange yet delicious concoctionsSolving crossword puzzlesUm...that's pretty much it.

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In a tournament rife with broken brackets and macho men crying in their cubicles, the only known perfect bracket thus far belongs to an autistic 17-year-old. But is that cool? Are we impressed? Are we applauding Alex Hermann for this unheard-of feat?No, we are not.Because obviously, there's no way that a disabled young person could POSSIBLY accomplish something beyond the grasp of millions of

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Clearly, you are on meth.

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My new glasses are delightful. Seriously, I may be in love with them. I'm so in love with them that I have cleaned them several times today -- and not with my shirt or a Kleenex or the stuffed chimpanzee on my desk, but with an actual "high quality micro0fiber lens cleaning cloth". That has been sitting on my desk all day -- just waiting to fulfill its lens cleaning destiny.Also, it was brought

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I have something brewing in my head, but I'm afraid to post it until it's properly fleshed out.See, this is the kind of thing that could potentially piss EVERYONE off. Yeah, I know, nobody actually reads this blog; what kind of impact could I possibly have? Trust me -- you never know what's going to happen on the internets.Anyway, it's the kind of thing that could make almost everyone, literally,

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If you think watching the UConn women pound their competitors is boring, you must have been comatose when the New York Islanders won four straight championships or when Michael Jordan's Bulls rattled off two three-peats.When men dominate, it's not always considered bad for the sport. If the UConn women were a men's program, I doubt someone would write a column wondering whether they should be

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The men's tournament is The NCAA Tournament, naturally.

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Ah, March Madness. This is always an interesting time of year for a basketball fanatic such as myself.Note that I used the phrase "basketball fanatic" -- a phrase sans the [usually elided] modifier of "men's". Most guys who describe themselves as basketball fanatics leave out the very important fact that they are not, as they say, fans of basketball in general, but fans of male-played basketball

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ESPN.com just described Siena as a "trendy pick", but one ultimately overtaken by Purdue's strong second half (Purdue beat Siena 72-64).This is a common phenomenon lately, I've noticed: it's trendy to pick anyone over Purdue, even this year, when Purdue was playing with a[nother] [currently-running] record first-round win streak on the line (going into this game, they were at 11, the longest

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I'm also not disabled, or a person of color, or trans/queer/other, but the point of this particular post is that I'm not a fat person. (And yes, I'm using the word "fat" -- not as a derogation, but as an adjective.) I've been thinking about discrimination a lot lately, probably because I've been reading the shit out of Shakesville lately, but the point is that I have some things to say.I'm not

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So I stumbled across this the other day. Yes, I know, I am behind the times. I could have just read the thing, allotted a few moments of head-shaking over the plight of humanity today, and moved on.But, of course, I did NOT.This is because the article annoyed me. Not in terms of subject matter; neither am I saying that it was badly written (let's face it, I often hate things solely because they

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So, I don't sleep well. After 25 years of this shit, I went to my doctor and said, "I haven't been able to sleep for 25 years. In college, they told me I was depressed. I was depressed, but now I'm not, and I still can't fucking sleep. Fix me."Well, that was the gist of it.The delightful doctor he is, he gave me two different kinds of pharmaceutical sleep aids (to try out each one and keep track

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I'm thinking about self-love lately.No, not that kind. Get your mind out of the gutter.I used to be really into Gala Darling; I spent a LOT of time reading random stuff on her site, just clicking around, perusing. I liked it, but what's more, it was oddly compelling--I couldn't look away. I don't mean that in a "train wreck" kind of way; I just mean that it was fascinating, I guess.I'm kind of

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In May, I went on a road trip with my family. It was fun, and yet somehow I ended up standing in Yosemite National Park, drying dishes after breakfast, arguing with my parents over whether or not Intelligent Design should be taught in universities. My dad strongly believes in ID, and feels it should be given equal time alongside evolution. My mom doesn't really care (she believes evolution isn't

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Except I guess I am. I'm not apologizing, though; I'm mostly just posting to remind myself that I still have things to say and am therefore not even remotely done with this thing.I write what is in my head, and lately the only things in my head are personal--well, what I would consider personal. I do not agree with those who refuse to discuss religion and politics, citing "it's personal". Well,

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This is a response to Sam Schulman's "The Worst Thing About Gay Marriage". I won't post a link, but fear not; google will show you the way. In order for an argument to hold water, you must first accept the basic premises. In this case, firstly, that we have a rigid kinship structure; and secondly, that this rigid kinship structure must be preserved. I am completely ignoring the issue of whether

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I feel called to congratulate 52% of the state of California on their admirable accomplishment; they have succeeded, in just one round of Mormon-funded voting, where anthropologists have failed time and again. They have 1) defined Marriage [the capital M is intentional]; and 2) decided that a one-woman, one-man union is essential to a culture’s survival. Well done, you! I expect the

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The power possessed by the church during the middle ages was largely due to the control it had secured over domestic relations, and that no more severe blow has ever been inflicted upon it than the institution of civil marriage.... The Protestant pulpit is only less dangerous than the Catholic to the liberties of the people in that its organized strength is less. The old medieval control of the

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Atheists garner a lot of criticism for “abandoning the wonder” in life. The assumption is that without supernatural belief, humans lack something to inspire awe, to marvel over; there is no imagination or room for creativity in a life without religion.This, as you may have guessed, is something I believe to be composed entirely of bullshit. I believe in some things for which I have very few

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"You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea -- I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!"-- Emily Dickinson, embarking on a quest for truth unfettered by doctrinal constraints and herd prescriptions (very reminiscent of Melville), in a letter to Abiah, quoted

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Lately I've come across a few deconversion testimonials that describe the process as initated by awakening sexual awareness--to distill it down a bit. For me, sex had nothing to do with it, although the feeling of betrayal is one to which I can relate.I do feel that God, if you believe in him, set us up to fail, but not in the areas of purity and/or holiness. My #fail categories are 1)

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Lately I've come across a few deconversion testimonials that describe the process as initated by awakening sexual awareness--to distill it down a bit. For me, sex had nothing to do with it, although the feeling of betrayal is one to which I can relate. I do feel that God, if you believe in him, set us up to fail, but not in the areas of purity and/or holiness. My #fail categories are 1)

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I often get the feeling that people think growing up in a big family is all bad. I won't go through all the reasons I hear on a regular basis; I'm sure you have also heard them.I also won't go into whether or not it's socially and/or environmentally irresponsible to bring seven children into the world. No. Do not even try to go there, as anything you bring up at this point (when the seven

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In honor of the launch of the sexgenderbody website, I would like to share my own version of sex positive.There's this...I don't know, thing surrounding the number of sexual partners a female has in her lifetime. We all know it; remember that episode of Sex & the City where Miranda gets chlamydia and has to make a list of everyone she's ever slept with? Her tally ends up around 42, a number she's

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I'm sure we've all heard from at least one Christian that we've just replaced the Christian god with science. Or "atheists answer to nobody but themselves, and therefore they are their own god."These people are falling into erroneous logic; they assume that everyone lives as they do. Not only that, but they assume that humans inherently construct their lives around a single entity--inherently.

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A lot of Christians assume that any ex-Christian became so as an ill-directed (in their opinion) response to trauma of some sort. Yes, bad things have happened to me. Yes, I'm a little fucked up (who isn't?). But that's not why I left.The past decade of my life has been violent, painful, and emotionally exhausting. However, the worst of it passed several few years ago; I'd say January 2005 was

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Indoctrination is presenting opinions as fact. Indoctrination is presenting conclusions as facts without providing the evidence that led to those conclusions. Indoctrination is teaching your child the words to a prayer without discussing why you feel the need to pray.My parents did this to me, and yet I do not fault them for it. Oddly enough, while I cannot forgive Christians in general for

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Back in my Saved! days, I was firmly anti-evangelization. As even cradle atheists can imagine, membership in an organized religion includes instruction in the art/skill of spreading "the good news"; from birth to death you are bombarded with the idea that a true follower of Christ is one who leads others to him both by example and by active evangelism.[Note: I know very little about Judaism,

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Why does this affect me so much? Like I said, I wasn't there. I'm not sure belonging to a loose version of the Columbine community entitles me to a breakdown this morning at work (I hid in the bathroom).I have thought about this all day, and I have come to a conclusion. I have long held a personal theory that we are all fucked up in some way; mine started on April 20, 1999. Before then, my life

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I did not go to Columbine High School. I did not know any of the victims personally.I did go to high school in the same school district. In 9th grade English class, we finished watching Romeo+Juliet and my teacher turned on the news. I sat at my desk and watched the coverage without understanding what was truly going on. I assumed we were watching something happening in Wisconsin or somewhere

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I've been single most of my life. In the [rare] moments when I bemoan being chronically single, those who aren't tend to offer fountains of unsolicited advice. This "advice" can be broken down into two general categories:1) It will happen when you least expect it and/or when you stop looking for it.2) It will happen when you're ready.Am I the only one who sees a contradiction here? If you're not

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Roger Ebert in the Chicago Sun-Times This article is almost exactly how I feel. Take note; this is the first article I've found that I can actually relate to! Today is a good day. Thanks to my twitter pal James (@jamesatracy, www.anatheist.net) for leading me to this.

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I forgot to include the topic of homeschooling in this post on Catholicism leading me to atheism. Therefore, I will write an addendum. And since it's separate, I'll go into a detail a bit more. I was homeschooled. True. But think about every stereotype you've ever come across, whether positive or negative, and that probably wasn't my family. In my world, there were the Catholic Homeschoolers and

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This is a journey. I started this blog to share my journey--and writing about it has stimulated it. I'm fine with admitting my flaws, my shortcomings, my doubts. I am not perfect; nobody is. If I were 100% certain of my beliefs (or lack thereof), my story would not be as interesting--at least to me. When I am certain of my opinions and beliefs, I am intensely certain. If I were certain about this

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I'm having issues with myself right now. I realized tonight, after coming across an extremely hateful article (hateful towards atheists, just to be clear), that since I started my own Inquisition, I've been avoiding such articles. I do think that people like the one I'm referring to are hateful because they feel threatened, but on the other hand, why do I avoid them if I'm secure in my beliefs?I

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Also a true story.My parents, wonderful people that they are, raised their children to think for themselves. Catholic + thinking for yourself = oxymoron? Perhaps. Never underestimate the power of compartmentalization--but that's a whole new topic unto itself.I was raised as a Catholic homeschooler in a society of publicly-educated Protestants. I was raised in an environment where I was different,

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According to wikipedia, I belong to both the MTV Generation and Generation Y (alternately known as Millennials). However, I'm going to eschew the Gen Y possibility (although my birth year [1984, in case you were wondering] falls more squarely into that particular imaginary category), simply because the article on the MTV Generation touches on exactly what I'd like to discuss: the technology

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Transgender Murder Trial Set to Begin Today: Allen Ray Andrade charged with hate crime in death of transgender teen Angie Zapata

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About-face atheist n. A formerly hardcore member of organized religion, now in active rejection of the dogma in which he or she once believed with 100% certainty and ardently defended to anyone who would listen.Outed atheist n. A formerly lukewarm member of organized religion who tried really really hard to believe everything they were told but somehow couldn't quite accept it.True colors atheist

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Jeff Schweitzer: Morality Originates in Religion...NotPosted using ShareThis

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Let's pull back from the religious ponderances for a moment. I would like to share with you, dear readers, my manifesto on the opposite sex in my place of residence.Firstly, I can't understand why men complain about women who complain that men never approach them; these complaining men say that if women want to be approached they should make themselves approachable, and that includes not showing

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Interesting thought: Christians hold the Bible as their source of morality, yet don't hold all of it as true (nobody seriously believes it's ok to wipe out an entire city just because God told you to a la Joshua). So how do you pick and choose? Catholics cite tradition in this example, but that's just as fallible as each person using their own opinion; tradition is, by definition, passed down

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True story. I believe in God like I believe in Santa Claus.Sometimes I believe, and sometimes I don't.Sometimes I don't believe, but pretend that I do, and sometimes I do believe, but pretend I don't.Sometimes I don't know what I believe, but think about what it would be like to believe either way.And after all, who really does know what to believe? The idea is inherently contradictory, as belief

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Hi.I created this blog to fill a void that perhaps only I have noticed. I am an actively recovering Catholic, and in my quest for "deconversion" stories that I can relate to, I have found that there aren't any.You see, all of the accounts I have been able to find thus far are written by those who never really believed in Christianity; they went through the motions to please their parents/friends/

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