Day by day by day

I think that I need to blog more to attempt to remind myself that my interests extend beyond finishing my latest reading assignment. During the last month I have done little other than read, write (office memos and case briefs), and freak out about reading and writing. On Mondays I watch the Hills on demand and hate/love it more and more each episode. On Sundays I watch True Blood. Sadly, most of my breaks are television oriented. Or I work out. I figure those two activities maybe average themselves out somehow? But, then again, sometimes I watch TV on my ipod while I work out. I need new hobbies.
I have always wanted to be one of those people who get really into something, like music or knitting or calligraphy or chess. My brother can go for hours without speaking to anyone, as long as he has his guitar. In high school, he was the same way with sports. I like to do a whole lot of different things but none of them has ever turned into an obsession. Maybe I should try something totally new, like conducting awesome science experiments.
Anyway, I just found a Starbuck (from Battlestar Gallactica) Halloween costume. It is pretty awful but makes me wish i had a real Battlestar outfit. Although, really, what she is wearing here looks a lot like my grade ten style when everyone shopped at Army Surplus.

So I am in Legal Writing class but am quite bored and am looking up stuff about Sarah Palin. Did you know that she engages in aerial wolf hunting?

Badass Barack!!

Super Depressing The View

So yesterday I was watching TV at the gym and I caught part of a View episode.
Yes, I watch television when I am working out because, for me, cardio is impossibly boring without an episode of Lost or (if I don't feel like downloading shows onto my ipod) CNN or ABC stuff on Gold's Gym's giant television screens.
So, this particular episode focused on plastic surgery and in one particular segment they brought in a girl who had gotten breast reduction and liposuction at 15!
I understand the breast reduction was necessary because people gave her so much hell for her DDs and she couldn't jog and everything but a TUMMY TUCK?
When asked why, the girl said that no matter how much she exercised, she could never get rid of her belly. Her mother added that it was partially because her daughter was beginning to show signs of an eating disorder AND IT WAS A PREVENTATIVE PROCEDURE TO STOP IT FROM GETTING WORSE.
Jezebel has a clip of all this.
There are so many things wrong with this. First off, when someone shows signs of an eating disorder, they need a psychologist, not PLASTIC SURGERY!
Second, in my experience (and I know that I cannot speak for all people who have had eating disorders but I think that this is a pretty universally agreed-upon statement) eating disorders, in most cases, have very little to do with what your body actually looks like. Shrinking one part of your body is not going to make your issues go away. If that was the case, anorectics and bulimics would stop dieting and purging once they reached their "goal" weight.
I am not against plastic surgery, although I have no plans to get it myself, but I am anti liposuction, just like I am against extreme dieting, unless it is for medical reasons. I understand that there are crazy beauty standards out there and they are very difficult to deal with- after therapy I still struggle and cave to this shit sometimes- but shouldn't we be fighting against these standards instead of just acceptig that they are going to get more and more unhealthy? They are just going to get crazier.
This is just too depressing for me, I am signing off.

Shane & Carmen 4ever

For those of you who don't know, watching the L Word is one of greatest joys in life. So today I was missing it so much (since the new season doesn't start for quite a while) that I looked it up on youtube to see if there were any weird clip mashups/music videos and I found some decent ones.

Shane and Carmen

I like this one except I wanted it to show the whole leaving Carmen at the altar thing.
I liked this one better, I think...

The crazy thing is that these are all made by the same person, username shaneycarmenforever.
I would like them to get back together but this is kind nuts.
And pretty awesome.

HERE IS MY FAVOURITE!!!
FYI: This one was made by user iluvshane

Badass Bikini Kill+Shane=awesome.

Sunday Pride post

So, once again, I haven't written in quite a while. The thing is that, ever since I got fired from my last shitty admin job and started working making coffee for a living (again), I haven't really been online too much.
But anyway.
I am blogging on the last night of SF pride because instead of going out like a lot of people in the city I am staying in since I have to wake up early to get to work at 6:15. A little annoying, particularly since there are two major leather bars outside my window where people are super stoked on being out, but whatever.
This weekend was pretty awesome. Rex, my friend/housemate from my first year at UCSC came up for the festivities and to host a party at the Mezzanine, which I attended on Friday. On Saturday I hung out at and around Dolores Park for the whole pre-dyke march thing and then watched it from my friend Conor's apartment on the corner on Guerrero and 18th. It was pretty weird to watch a whole bunch of gay guys throwing Mardi Gras beads at queer women flashing their tits. I guess some sexualized gender interactions exist independent of sexuality. It was a pretty fun party though.
Today I met up with some people for the parade/festival after recovering from a mini meltdown.
Bisexuality is complicated sometimes. Shows like Tila Tequila enforce the idea that bisexuality is more of crossroads than a state of being. Not that people can't change their mind, but I have known I am attracted to men and women since I was in elementary school and, in my opinion, queer is queer. Sometimes though I worry that people think I say I am bi for street cred, or that I am a "college bisexual" who makes out with girls purely to turn men on at parties.
I understand that, as a woman who lives with a man, I have a lot of straight privilege but I still struggle with a lot of internal craziness resulting from years of confusion and shame and everyone once in a while I need some validation.
Anyway, this is a rant. The point is that, when I called my friend Seth, he told me to get some pink and blue beads and meet him and his girlfriend at the civic center. We had a great time. I saw Margaret Cho and Peter Paige and got a badass shirt from the Sex Workers Outreach Project (SWOP). Then I went to visit my boyfriend who was working at Dog-Eared Books on Valencia and collapsed on the couch reading Michelle Tea in fishnets and a giant purple boa. No one seemed to mind.
Happy Pride!

I haven't written in so long but this made me really mad.
Absinence gear for pre-teens at Kmart marketed as "bold abstinence screen print." Walmart has pissed me off big time before but this is ridiculous...

Top Gun the Musical

Step for Mental Health Care?

So FINALLY, according to the New York Times the House has passed a bill that requires insurance companies to provide mental health insurance parity, meaning that mental illness must be treated on par with physical illness. And the insurance companies, obviously, are PISSED!
This, in my opinion, represents a huge step in US mental health rights. Even with good insurance (which I lack, but whatever) being less than totally sane is extremely expensive in this country. So, good going!

The bill would ban insurance companies from setting lower limits on treatment for mental health problems than on treatment for physical problems, including doctor visits and hospital stays. It would also disallow higher co-payments.

I mean, obviously, I am still waiting until there is national health care but till then, I am pleased with this in principle.

I guess the Senate passed a more limited version of this sort of bill last fall, which Mr. Bush prefers because he thinks the new one includes too broad a list of disorders.

The House bill would require insurance companies that offer mental health benefits to cover treatment for the hundreds of diagnoses included in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, from paranoid schizophrenia to stuttering to insomnia to chronic melancholy, or dysthymia.

The Bush administration and other opponents say the list of disorders is far too broad. That leads from parity to another, parallel morass in the fields of psychiatry and pharmacology. Both fields are accused of over-diagnosis and of seizing on fashionable diagnoses — bipolar disorder or post-traumatic stress disorder, for example — for financial gain or through highly subjective assessments.

Mental illnesses are over diagnosed. Old fucking news. This does not mean that people who ACTUALLY live with these diseases do not deserve care.

Feministing's Samhita has a great post about the prison industrial complex at The Nation. Check it out.