the good, the bad, and the weird
There's a few things on my update plate, so I shall break them down into categories that do not necessarily appear in the order listed above.
The Bad
1.) I point you to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wojelah's post on why United's new policy is deeply deeply uncool, and to another on what you can do. One of the things I particularly love about United and SW's policies (among those of other airlines, I did not know this!) is that they somehow assume if you can afford to pay for one ticket, you can damn well afford two. For myself, air travel would be pretty much impossible; even in a situation where I can expense things out (going to a conference, let's say), an extra ticket--unless by some miracle I got refunded under the empty seat policy--would destroy my budget. And, you know, being stigmatized and shamed in front of a hundred strangers, that's pretty destructive right there. Speaking of blindness and insensitivity...
2.) Earlier this week, I went to a teaching seminar on how to handle difficult classroom situations that arise out of issues tied to sex, gender, race, sexual orientation, ethnicity, religion, etc. Mostly it was good and had a lot of valuable information on how to keep students from melting down, crying, and/or killing each other, but what compromised the experience were two of the more douchey (male) engineering students (and when a person in the engineering program at my school is douchey even for products of the engineering program? They are serious, serious assclowns).
One of the scenarios we talked about was: In a math tutorial, you ask "What makes the number [x] irrational?" and a male student replies "Because it's feminine!" and all the other men laugh, while the few women in the class look uncomfortable. What do you do in this situation? The engineering guys started snickering at this, and one muttered to the other "Oh man, it's horrible, but I'm still laughing," and the other agreed, saying, "Dude, if a student said that in my class, I'd laugh too." "I'm laughing because it's a sad joke that was old when I was in high school," I said, and one replied, "Yeah, it's totally old, but it's still funny."
I seriously feel sorry for any women unfortunate enough to be in their classes. At the time, I wanted to say something further, like, "Um, you're in a fucking seminar on respecting diversity in the fucking classroom, douchenozzles," but I bet you anything that would have won me accusations of... you guessed it, being irrational. Also, being a bonerkilling feminazi bitch with no sense of humor. Also, being one of those bleeding heart liberal English students. I'm still angry, because I feel like I should have said something for my own conscience, and the hell with my pride and whether or not they understand how spectacularly they were failing at being mature non-asswaffles. And speaking of just being blind...
3.) Dear moron/s who rang David Hewlett's doorbell the other day: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? Seriously! I mean, what process of logic led you to the conclusion that this would be an acceptable thing to do--indeed, not only acceptable, but laudable, with him inviting you in to hold Baz while he makes you tea? I would very much like to know this.
The good
1.) My BPAL samples came in the mail yesterday! I absolutely love "Crossroads"; it's a bit sweeter than I expected, but not overwhelmingly so. Right now I have "Gomorrah" on, and really, it almost smells too sexy for a person like me to be wearing. I mean, if I smelled it on any of you all, I would totally jump you. Both of them wear well; "Crossroads" stayed on a good part of the day, and I've had "Gomorrah" on for a few hours, and it seems to be holding up.
2.) It is so nice outside right now. We had storms come through last night (thank you,sheafrotherdon, for sending them to us), but they brought behind them warmth and sun and a breeze. In fact, as soon as I'm done with this and am done figuring out what the hell I want to say in this one paragraph, I'm taking myself, St. Augustine, and the dogs outside for some reading.
3.) It's now officially less than a week until SPN 4.20. Excuse me while I flail like an idiot.
The weird
1.) Related to the storms last night, Cowardly Dog (who is terrified of thunder) climbed into bed with me at 3AM or so and proceeded to shake violently for the next hour. Dean Winchester would have approved; it was totally like Magic Fingers. I, on the other hand, just wanted to sleep without the whimpering and honking.
The Bad
1.) I point you to
wojelah's post on why United's new policy is deeply deeply uncool, and to another on what you can do. One of the things I particularly love about United and SW's policies (among those of other airlines, I did not know this!) is that they somehow assume if you can afford to pay for one ticket, you can damn well afford two. For myself, air travel would be pretty much impossible; even in a situation where I can expense things out (going to a conference, let's say), an extra ticket--unless by some miracle I got refunded under the empty seat policy--would destroy my budget. And, you know, being stigmatized and shamed in front of a hundred strangers, that's pretty destructive right there. Speaking of blindness and insensitivity...2.) Earlier this week, I went to a teaching seminar on how to handle difficult classroom situations that arise out of issues tied to sex, gender, race, sexual orientation, ethnicity, religion, etc. Mostly it was good and had a lot of valuable information on how to keep students from melting down, crying, and/or killing each other, but what compromised the experience were two of the more douchey (male) engineering students (and when a person in the engineering program at my school is douchey even for products of the engineering program? They are serious, serious assclowns).
One of the scenarios we talked about was: In a math tutorial, you ask "What makes the number [x] irrational?" and a male student replies "Because it's feminine!" and all the other men laugh, while the few women in the class look uncomfortable. What do you do in this situation? The engineering guys started snickering at this, and one muttered to the other "Oh man, it's horrible, but I'm still laughing," and the other agreed, saying, "Dude, if a student said that in my class, I'd laugh too." "I'm laughing because it's a sad joke that was old when I was in high school," I said, and one replied, "Yeah, it's totally old, but it's still funny."
I seriously feel sorry for any women unfortunate enough to be in their classes. At the time, I wanted to say something further, like, "Um, you're in a fucking seminar on respecting diversity in the fucking classroom, douchenozzles," but I bet you anything that would have won me accusations of... you guessed it, being irrational. Also, being a bonerkilling feminazi bitch with no sense of humor. Also, being one of those bleeding heart liberal English students. I'm still angry, because I feel like I should have said something for my own conscience, and the hell with my pride and whether or not they understand how spectacularly they were failing at being mature non-asswaffles. And speaking of just being blind...
3.) Dear moron/s who rang David Hewlett's doorbell the other day: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? Seriously! I mean, what process of logic led you to the conclusion that this would be an acceptable thing to do--indeed, not only acceptable, but laudable, with him inviting you in to hold Baz while he makes you tea? I would very much like to know this.
The good
1.) My BPAL samples came in the mail yesterday! I absolutely love "Crossroads"; it's a bit sweeter than I expected, but not overwhelmingly so. Right now I have "Gomorrah" on, and really, it almost smells too sexy for a person like me to be wearing. I mean, if I smelled it on any of you all, I would totally jump you. Both of them wear well; "Crossroads" stayed on a good part of the day, and I've had "Gomorrah" on for a few hours, and it seems to be holding up.
2.) It is so nice outside right now. We had storms come through last night (thank you,
sheafrotherdon, for sending them to us), but they brought behind them warmth and sun and a breeze. In fact, as soon as I'm done with this and am done figuring out what the hell I want to say in this one paragraph, I'm taking myself, St. Augustine, and the dogs outside for some reading.3.) It's now officially less than a week until SPN 4.20. Excuse me while I flail like an idiot.
The weird
1.) Related to the storms last night, Cowardly Dog (who is terrified of thunder) climbed into bed with me at 3AM or so and proceeded to shake violently for the next hour. Dean Winchester would have approved; it was totally like Magic Fingers. I, on the other hand, just wanted to sleep without the whimpering and honking.
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