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Photo Challenege – Part Three

Whoo, it’s been a while since I carried on with this challenge. I should be going to bed, but I’ll post this and then go to bed.

Picture 8 – A photograph that makes you laugh

I read LOLcats. They are sometimes funny. Sometimes not funny. Sometimes they make me “AAAAWWWWWWWWW” with ridiculous amounts of adorable.  If  you don’t know what a Lolcat is, look above. And then Google it. (They also have Loldogs, which usually make me have gratuitous amounts of “d’awwww”)

Picture 9 – A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most
I really want to know what happened to that sweater, I REALLY liked it.
Yes, me. I have gotten me through most of my shit. I’ve had help from my friends and family along the way, but I’ve never had a “go to” that’s been there for me, every time no exceptions. Mum and I were not particularly close, Daddy and I had a couple good talks, same with Dustin. Emily was amasing, but we don’t talk anymore.  Aunty Rosie is also incredible, and she’s becoming that person for me. But I’ve already tried to deal with my problems myself before bringing them to others.

Picture 10 – A person you do the strangest things with

(Dammit. The picture I want to use won’t work. Drat)Courteney, Emily and I. Us Three Chicks, mang. (We wrote a song. A Parody of Stacey’s Mom. We Are More Awesome Than You Can Imagine.)
Court and Em were my BFFs in high school. Together, we all did some pretty messed up things. But Emily and I were cohorts in crime and we did some crazy things. The picture I wanted to post was taken on a scary island (We called it “Hell Island”) somewhere in the Sidney water-area, with some sort of meth-lab shack on it… That was a crazy roadtrip/party thing. We did not plan on ending up on an abandoned island that night. At All. But we survived!

Picture 11 – A picture of something you hateThis, my friends, is Campfire smoke. I Really Hate it when I get smoke in my eyes. It’s the perfect way to ruin a campsong.  A coughing fit and tears.  I also hate cigarette smoke, especially when it’s the 3 smokers walking in front of me at school or on the sidewalk and all I get in my precious air is acrid, gross, smelly smoke. Ugh.

I think that’s it for tonight. I have to be out of the house earlier tomorrow to try to not miss the start of my lecture. Again. Though with three lectures left, is it really worth changing my routine?

Ranting and Raving

I’m a chick.  I’ve got boobs and a vadge.

I like them.  I wouldn’t give them up for a dick any day.

I don’t intentionally use my sex and sexuality for personal gain.  I’ve never gone to profs or job interviews wearing suggestive clothing or flirted to get a job or a grade.

And I will never do those things.  Those only pander to the gender ideas/ideals/stereotypes imposed upon me as a woman.  Plus, my skills and abilities run deep and are numerous.

I might have to call my man to help me figure out the quick release mechanism on my new bike-lock, but I figured out how to tighten the bike seat and already had the screw-drivers needed to install the bracket on the bike.
I know how to change my oil, spark plugs, do a rad flush and change a tire all by myself.  I can assemble my ikea bed in an hour or less, by myself.  I can drive stick.  I can toss a motherloving haybale up to the trailer.  I can chop/stack firewood and split a months worth of kindling in 15 minutes.

These are things men are “expected” to do.  These are things my brother can do and does regularly.  Ditto with Dad, who taught us both how to use an axe, a knife, how to fix our cars and figure out what was wrong with it, even if we can’t fix it by ourselves.

Maybe me growing up in a rural area makes me a sort of anomaly in today’s society, being able to confidently enter into the men’s sphere of tasks with a pair of tits.

I saw an ad recently that was, to me, wholly disgusting.  It’s an Australian ad, and I’ve been informed that they have a “dry humour” over there. But it’s still gross.

It’s so blatantly sexist, it feels like the whole of Australian men should be apologising to every woman they see about it.  Hah, men apologising.  What sort of fantasy land am I in? (I must still be in Wonderland from last weekend!)

My friends and I had a HUGE debate over it.
I will admit that the one personal attack I made was made during a moment of frustration, in a desperate attempt to get him to see anything other than his own opinion.

After the argument ended/we all ran out of steam, I went to read another blog. And found these gems:

About how society treats a women who left her family, but is still really involved in her children’s life.  Full-time fathers are “saints”, and full-time mothers are “normal”.
How is this fair?  Yes, for centuries women were the primary child-care providers.  So really, we can’t expect men to be all over being a full-time caregiver in today’s society.  We’re still dealing with gender ideals, stereotypes and “gender norms”.  But why must we exalt men for having an active role in parenting?  Whoo, a dude’s bein’  a daddy, better throw a freakin’ parade.

As someone who does not want children in the forseeable future and will probably adopt/foster care children  instead of spawning any podlings myself, this only reinforces my stance.  I don’t, and haven’t really ever, wanted to be a mother.  I wasn’t that great at babysitting.  I don’t have a lot of patience for my friends’ kids, though I try very, VERY hard for their sake.  They wanted kids early, or had them early at any rate.  Which is fine for them.  I, personally, don’t agree, having had the experiences I’ve had, and knowing what I still want to do, and how hard it could be to do what I want to with a podling.  Also, my mum had her kids young, and I think she resented/resents it, to a point.


Women are only allowed to be as strong as men let them be.  Sex is used to sell again and again.

I really want to see a change in advertising.  I would LOVE to see less gender stereotypes, racial stereotypes and less sex in my daily life.  Now, not to mean that I don’t like sex.  I just don’t want to be continually bombarded with sex and sexuality and women in various states of undress all day, every day.  If I wanted to see a pair of tits, I’d look down.  If I want to feel bad about my body, I look at a Cosmo.  Or a haute couture advert.  Or watch me some America’s Next Top Model, which I am Addicted to.  (Shut up. I love it.)

I would love to say that in today’s modern, liberated, liberal society, these have become non-issues.  But this may never be the case.  Women are just as capable as men in like, everything.  PLUS we spawn podling-monsters the size of a smallish watermelon from an orifice that is decidedly NOT the size of a smallish watermelon.
And March 8th was International Women’s Day. I wish I had the article that this one responds to, I’m sure it’s found easily enough, but I am currently multi-tasking while writing this post.

The comments are worth reading too.

Sexism is discrimination. I don’t care if you find a definition that speaks otherwise.  If you use a person’s sex or gender against them, to portray a stereotype, to bully or belittle them, you are discriminating against the person.

Women are still not seen as equals to men.  We’re paid less in many job circumstances (I’ve only had a few jobs, which were unions meaning equal pay for the position, where I was paid the same for the same work as my male counterparts.  Even when I had more experience in the job/worked for the company much longer), we’re expected to be mothers, work outside the home, make dinner, do the laundry and generally keep the house clean.  All while looking pretty and slim.  The 1950s housewife ideal has not gone away, it has only shifted in its expectations.

I don’t hate men.  I don’t have a hate on for women who submit to the gender roles/stereotypes or whatever pressures are placed upon them by general society.  I simply want more equality and respect across the board.  And not just in white/Western/North American cultures, too.  Why are people so very against the idea that having tits or a dick makes you superior or inferior?  And for people who quote the bible at me, Do Not Bother.  I will not go into my religious views here.  Though, I will say that I think the bible is a collection of stories and myths, not true facts.  I wish men would see how objectifying women day after day after day isn’t cool.  I wish advertisers would be more creative in their marketing.  I wish people treated each other with respect and that more people would try to see both sides of an argument or at least educate themselves in a less biased manner when discussing issues.

Never Never Land

This past weekend, I helped my Rover crew plan and carry out a Fairy Tales themed camp for our Group. Which meant planning a good program for nearly 40 youth aged 5- 14.

It went Most Excellently.

I’m not kidding, All the sections had fun, the leaders and parents were so impressed. Even with a severe lack of sleep, I had a lot of fun. (And I wasn’t expecting to have much on a only a slight nap!)

The Cub Scouts were the 20 Dwarves (Riki-Tiki-Tavi was Snow White, it made sense. Was also easy-peasy to kit them out as Dwarves.)  Complete with eye-liner facial hair!

We had Wonderland Croquet, with some AMASING Flamingo golf clubs. There was a skill-testing course and an obstacle course down below, and the last activity in our round-robin was gingerbread decorating.

Everyone had a great time. Everyone was so great. All the Rover costumes turned out Fantastic. We had a Gingy, Cinderella, Alice, Snow White, Price Phillip, Sleeping Beauty/Aurora, Puss in Boots, Story Master and my favourite, Tinkerbell

I think what I liked best was the smiles on everyone’s faces.  Everyone was so happy, and having so much fun. Everyone was a good sport too! (Thanks Poppa Bear, for being so good-humoured about Campfire. I didn’t know Richard didn’t know the cement pad wasn’t gravel…)

Campfire was good, too. I think it was about as formal as it could have been, given the circumstances. The skits were alright, the songs were okay. The kids even came up with some camp-themed cheers!

That’s why I’m in Scouting. To have fun, make friends, do silly things and make sure others are enjoying themselves.

(I wish I could embed that, but I don’t know how to take it from facebook…)

(PS: Photo Credits to Mike Tennisco. I know he took the Tink pic, but the Dwarf might have been someone else. From his photo album though)