A blog post of bullet points, because it’s Monday, and Mondays are hard.
- Had a lovely weekend. Emily came up, and we spent a lot of time hanging out on beds and chatting. (Hanging out on beds is maybe my very favorite form of social interaction. I realize that it’s very seventeen-years-old of me, but it makes me really happy to just sort of crawl onto the bed and hang out. I love beds.) On Saturday, we went to Andrew and Amanda’s house, where we made delicious sushi and used their new hookah, which was a new experience for me. (Irish cream tobacco is tasty, it turns out. Usually I prefer my vices unadulterated, so it was a pleasant surprise.)
- October is breast cancer awareness month. I am very in favor of people being aware of breast cancer. I am very against the idea that the best way to accomplish this is to infantalize the disease, to cover every conceivable product pink (because girls like pink!) and make pink ribbons that say things like “Save the TaTas” or “Save the Boobies” or any other desperate attempt to avoid the use of the word breasts. I am also against the idea that we should be “convincing” men to care about breast cancer because men love boobs and women have boobs, so men should try to save the boobs. Never mind that there are people attached to those breasts, we are worried about SAVING THE BOOBIES, because the important thing isn’t not dying, it’s making sure that you’re still pretty and pleasing to the male gaze. I’m going to stop, because this makes me so angry, but if you ever want to watch me froth at the mouth, poke me about breast cancer awareness. Good times all around, assuming that your idea of good times is watching me get increasingly angry and frustrated, then declaring that we should go get a goddamn drink.
- People who say “the C word” instead of cunt piss me off. You know what? There’s nothing wrong with saying cunt. I’d sooner hear you say cunt than hear you say hoo-hah or “down there” or any other ridiculously juvenile terms for it. It’s a body part, not a state secret. Spit it out.
- October 10 is World Mental Health Day. I feel like I should say something about this–I’m bipolar and on medication that allows me to function more or less normally, but many people aren’t that lucky. I don’t really know what else to say, though. I think that health care, including mental health care, should be a right, not a privilege, and it just infuriates me that it’s not. No one should lose their house because they get cancer; no one should be forced to choose between buying needed medication and feeding their kids. It’s fucked up and wrong. I don’t understand how Americans can see the highway system, public schools, and libraries as good ideas but think that a government-run health care system is a horrible idea that’s going to turn us all into evil socialists.
- I feel like I am an inadequate Facebook user. I always have it open in a background tab, but I never actually look at it. Can someone explain to me, in very small words, what I should be doing to be more awesome at Facebook? This is the grand total of my FB use at this point: Scrabble, Sudoku, Typing Maniac. Surely I’m missing something. Anyone?<
- Winter knitting is starting! This is very exciting. Nick has requested that I make him a pair of kilt hose, which should be entertaining. I’m also in the middle of a pair of socks for myself, and just starting another pair as a Christmas gift for a friend. Awesome.
- It’s October. I’m still sort of in shock. Maura’s birthday is less than a month away, and then there’s Thanksgiving, and Nick’s birthday, then Christmas and New Year’s, bang bang pow. How the hell did that happen? Most of my friends and family are getting food (gifts from me are rarely a surprise), so the only person I’m really worried about is Maura. I’ve started shopping, though, and so far have acquired Bendaroos (which she’s wanted for two years, which is forever when you are six-almost-seven), two Disney Princess Barbies (for which I hate myself), plus an assortment of Polly Pocket and Littlest Pet Shop related things. Next up, loads of books and clothing from half.com and eBay. So I’m in reasonably good shape, but in the back of my head, there’s this giant countdown to all those things, and it’s making me a tiny bit crazy.
- Happy Monday. You can read that sarcastically or not. Your call.
:-) I like you lots. I also had the most fabu time, and I look forward to more of the same. If I ever do the whole moving thing, I have plans for week-long vacations that involve flying into CLE and lots of other things I won’t list because then this comment will be too long. I would post about my weekend too, but I was doing fun edity things all day. And my boss was totally cool with it.
My mother also hates breast cancer pink ribbons. She also strongly supports prevention of this and other diseases. Sometimes it’s in the genes and breast cancer’s in the cards, but she’s all Zen anyway.
Cunt cunt cunt! I understand why people feel strongly about (against) this word, but I’ve largely gotten over it. Thank you, Vagina Monologues and awesome feminist friends.
You seem to deal with your bipolarism well. My family is rampant with bipolar disorder, regular depression, schizophrenia, and a host of obsessions, compulsions, and addictions. YAY!
Facebook = Lexulous. That is all. I happen to also use mine to stalk teachers and classmates and people that I sort of like but who don’t blog or otherwise maintain contact. That makes me shallow and needy and I accept.
October is my favorite month. Bring it!
I didn’t know that October 10 was World Mental Health Day. That is probably an appropriate day for me to get married on though.