Ok, so this is kind of a big personal thing for me. I've been secretly raising 5 ducks in my backyard. My mom's allergic to chicken eggs, and duck eggs seem to not cause her any problems. But the thing is, ducks are illegal to raise in Huntington Station, NY! Chickens just got legalized this year, but for some reason ducks and geese were left out. The town found out, and are now trying to make me get rid of them. But I won't go down without a fight! How could anyone think something as cute as a ducky would be so illegal?! Anyway, I'm now trying to raise some awareness about the benefits of backyard ducks as pets in my area, and hopefully get the law changed so that I can keep my little quackers. (They don't really even quack loudly either!)
I'll post more pictures of my babies soon, but you can check pics out at my facebook group. Also, please sign my petition to legalize them! Every vote counts!
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=147806406185
http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/ducks/
Thanks everyone!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Valentines Day - I'm Jaded, What Do You Want From Me?
Okay. So it's been a while, but since V-day is coming up soon, I just had to write about it.
In short, I love the idea of Valentine's Day, that is, as a day dedicated to appreciating your lover. But beyond that I feel like V-Day pretty much spirals downward from there into a big pile of shit. I just hate the way it's commercialized into something that becomes more of an advertised form of "romance," where the only acceptable gifts on V-day become roses, diamonds, chocolate and stuffed garbage. Not that any of these things are inherently bad gifts, just ones that are so generic and pathetically thoughtless that getting them is almost an insult saying, "Hey, I didn't really bother to know you that well or any of your interests beyond what commercials tell me, so here's a generic romantic present! Aren't I thoughtful?"
Well, sorry buddy, I'd disagree that you're thoughtful. A step up from forgetting it completely, but then again if you forgot, you're probably undateable anyway.
My mom always rips on me for not appreciating the standard "romantic" gifts and fare. Says I'm not sentimental. I say we just have different definitions of sentimental.
Maybe I'm so cynical and bitchy about this because I've only had one official V-day with a partner, and that was a pretty bad experience to begin with. Basically we didn't even celebrate on V-Day because he wasn't in town, but we "celebrated" the next night. "Celebrating," meaning we went to the local pub where his friends were watching some sports game where he proceeded to get wasted while I watched for an hour. Then I pretended to like having sex with him when we got back to his house (and he was still drunk, I sure know how to pick 'em!). At least he had the sense to get me a book instead of chocolate.
I would say that the worst of the pathetic presents would have to be stuffed bears...
Wait, WHAT? One, why are these women all really hot, busty and look like they're more likely to suck a dick than work in an office? (I'm only saying that because of the overly sexualized way they act and talk. I am in no way against sucking a dick.) Two, why are they all orgasming and screaming about a bear and how their guy is going to be soooo lucky tonight!? So when the scary guy in the back of the office is licking his lips (@1:16) over a fantasy that this bear is SOOOO getting him laid tonight, I'll just cry myself to sleep knowing that this ad probably worked on someone like him. Not only was that commercial really creepy and sexist, who the hell wants a stuffed bear??? And it was fucking $70! Are you kidding me? What does anyone even DO with a stuffed animal who's over 10 years old?
Ladies, guys, if you like those kinds of presents, then more power to you. I just think that it's lazy and generic.
Rant off.
In short, I love the idea of Valentine's Day, that is, as a day dedicated to appreciating your lover. But beyond that I feel like V-Day pretty much spirals downward from there into a big pile of shit. I just hate the way it's commercialized into something that becomes more of an advertised form of "romance," where the only acceptable gifts on V-day become roses, diamonds, chocolate and stuffed garbage. Not that any of these things are inherently bad gifts, just ones that are so generic and pathetically thoughtless that getting them is almost an insult saying, "Hey, I didn't really bother to know you that well or any of your interests beyond what commercials tell me, so here's a generic romantic present! Aren't I thoughtful?"
Well, sorry buddy, I'd disagree that you're thoughtful. A step up from forgetting it completely, but then again if you forgot, you're probably undateable anyway.
My mom always rips on me for not appreciating the standard "romantic" gifts and fare. Says I'm not sentimental. I say we just have different definitions of sentimental.
Maybe I'm so cynical and bitchy about this because I've only had one official V-day with a partner, and that was a pretty bad experience to begin with. Basically we didn't even celebrate on V-Day because he wasn't in town, but we "celebrated" the next night. "Celebrating," meaning we went to the local pub where his friends were watching some sports game where he proceeded to get wasted while I watched for an hour. Then I pretended to like having sex with him when we got back to his house (and he was still drunk, I sure know how to pick 'em!). At least he had the sense to get me a book instead of chocolate.
I would say that the worst of the pathetic presents would have to be stuffed bears...
Wait, WHAT? One, why are these women all really hot, busty and look like they're more likely to suck a dick than work in an office? (I'm only saying that because of the overly sexualized way they act and talk. I am in no way against sucking a dick.) Two, why are they all orgasming and screaming about a bear and how their guy is going to be soooo lucky tonight!? So when the scary guy in the back of the office is licking his lips (@1:16) over a fantasy that this bear is SOOOO getting him laid tonight, I'll just cry myself to sleep knowing that this ad probably worked on someone like him. Not only was that commercial really creepy and sexist, who the hell wants a stuffed bear??? And it was fucking $70! Are you kidding me? What does anyone even DO with a stuffed animal who's over 10 years old?
Ladies, guys, if you like those kinds of presents, then more power to you. I just think that it's lazy and generic.
Rant off.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Getting Harassed at an Exxon Station in Hoboken, NJ right before the Lincoln Tunnel.
Just a warning to anyone buying gas at the Exxon Station in Hoboken, NJ right before the Lincoln Tunnel.
Okay. So usually when I buy gas, I like to just ask for the gas, pay and leave. Normal, right?
Tonight though, I got the lucky opportunity to PAY my harasser for his talent of OPENING MY FUCKING DOOR AND TRYING TO GET CLOSER. To which of course I pushed him out, slammed my door and locked it while he continued to pull on the door handle and knock on the window while my gas was continuing to pump and make gross kissy faces at me. When I had to pay, I practically throw the money out the window, to which he makes another gross face at me and says, "What? No tip?!" and then tries to open my door again, but I peel out and drive away.
Unfuckingbelievable. I don't remember if I called up Exxon or not the next day, this all happened a while ago and I just found this draft saved away.
Okay. So usually when I buy gas, I like to just ask for the gas, pay and leave. Normal, right?
Tonight though, I got the lucky opportunity to PAY my harasser for his talent of OPENING MY FUCKING DOOR AND TRYING TO GET CLOSER. To which of course I pushed him out, slammed my door and locked it while he continued to pull on the door handle and knock on the window while my gas was continuing to pump and make gross kissy faces at me. When I had to pay, I practically throw the money out the window, to which he makes another gross face at me and says, "What? No tip?!" and then tries to open my door again, but I peel out and drive away.
Unfuckingbelievable. I don't remember if I called up Exxon or not the next day, this all happened a while ago and I just found this draft saved away.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Back Fat Liposuction and Labiaplasty
Yes! Now all of the thin ladies who still struggle with their horrible bra back fat now have some semblance of hope!! And there's only a scar on your bra-line, EXCELLENT!!! And while we're at it, let's just clip off some labia too! No person will ever have sex these days with anything less than a DESIGNER VAGINA!!!
Cosmetic surgery kind of bothers me. I think that in a life saving situation, then it's fine, but something as silly as back fat or labial reconstructive surgery is kind of pushing it. I guess it's fine if you have a serious problem, but it's more of the pressure to have a perfect body to the point of going under the knife that is a little frightening.
Everyone has some back fat, so I don't really care if I have some. Plus usually if it's a problem then just get a bigger bra band. No more pinching/back rolls!
The labiaplasty does hit harder on a personal level though. The only images people see (other than the real thing, of course) are of perfect porn stars with perfect vaginas. Most women don't have completely symmetrical labias, myself included. For the most part, I wouldn't want anyone to see my vagina who wouldn't accept me for not having a "perfect looking" vagina. But I'm not going to lie and say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind that someone might be judging my parts!
I think that the most important thing is to have bodily acceptance. Especially as a woman, it's hard to be happy when you and other people are constantly critisizing every little thing about your body. (weight issues are a whole new slew of posts to come!)
I'll keep my back fat and asymmetrical vagina in the meantime, thanks.
Cosmetic surgery kind of bothers me. I think that in a life saving situation, then it's fine, but something as silly as back fat or labial reconstructive surgery is kind of pushing it. I guess it's fine if you have a serious problem, but it's more of the pressure to have a perfect body to the point of going under the knife that is a little frightening.
Everyone has some back fat, so I don't really care if I have some. Plus usually if it's a problem then just get a bigger bra band. No more pinching/back rolls!
The labiaplasty does hit harder on a personal level though. The only images people see (other than the real thing, of course) are of perfect porn stars with perfect vaginas. Most women don't have completely symmetrical labias, myself included. For the most part, I wouldn't want anyone to see my vagina who wouldn't accept me for not having a "perfect looking" vagina. But I'm not going to lie and say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind that someone might be judging my parts!
I think that the most important thing is to have bodily acceptance. Especially as a woman, it's hard to be happy when you and other people are constantly critisizing every little thing about your body. (weight issues are a whole new slew of posts to come!)
I'll keep my back fat and asymmetrical vagina in the meantime, thanks.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
On Sarah Palin. I don't like her.
Shit. Although I staunchly believe that McCain's nomination of Sarah Palin is extremely transparent, it might be a good move on his part to try and reclaim some of his former (albeit completely false) status as a "maverick." I honestly think that the only reason he chose her is because of her gender in hopes to sway some of those nonexistent "disgruntled Hillary supporters." Sorry McCain, but just because she has a vagina doesn't mean that her policies suddenly become appealing. She's pretty much everything that someone who would support Hillary wouldn't want to have anywhere near the office. The only thing they have in common is their gender. THAT'S IT.
So for those of you who haven't done your Palin homework, here's a quick rundown of her abhorrent policies.
1. Anti-abortion even in cases of rape and incest
2. Anti gay marriage/rights
3. Pro teaching creationism as a GODDAMN SCIENCE EQUALLY AS VALID AS EVOLUTION. WHAT THE FUCK.
4. Pro drilling in Alaskan National Wildlife Refuge
5. Complained when Polar Bears were put on the endangered species list because of global warming melting their habitat
6. Doesn't believe in trying to make better more efficient sources of energy
7. Doesn't believe in global warming.
8. Supported stripping domestic partner benefits from homosexuals who are state officials
9. Does not support equal pay for men and women
10. Has a child with downs syndrome, but voted against funding special needs programs for children in schools
11. Has almost no experience (Governor of a town of 8,000 people since 2006. 2 years! GREAT!)
She also claims to "have gay friends," but in no way does she have any pro-gay policies. She's just a female McCain clone.
Honestly it's almost insulting to have her nominated just to sway female votes. It's condescending and acts like we women only vote for people who look like us and don't care about their policies.
So for those of you who haven't done your Palin homework, here's a quick rundown of her abhorrent policies.
1. Anti-abortion even in cases of rape and incest
2. Anti gay marriage/rights
3. Pro teaching creationism as a GODDAMN SCIENCE EQUALLY AS VALID AS EVOLUTION. WHAT THE FUCK.
4. Pro drilling in Alaskan National Wildlife Refuge
5. Complained when Polar Bears were put on the endangered species list because of global warming melting their habitat
6. Doesn't believe in trying to make better more efficient sources of energy
7. Doesn't believe in global warming.
8. Supported stripping domestic partner benefits from homosexuals who are state officials
9. Does not support equal pay for men and women
10. Has a child with downs syndrome, but voted against funding special needs programs for children in schools
11. Has almost no experience (Governor of a town of 8,000 people since 2006. 2 years! GREAT!)
She also claims to "have gay friends," but in no way does she have any pro-gay policies. She's just a female McCain clone.
Honestly it's almost insulting to have her nominated just to sway female votes. It's condescending and acts like we women only vote for people who look like us and don't care about their policies.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Still Using Pads and Tampons?
So for the past 6 or 7 years now I've been menstruating. And I always thought that the only stuff to use were pads and tampons. Pads got sticky and gross, and tampons were always leaking, left particles inside the vagina, and also hurt to take out when not completely soaked through. And on top of that you had to buy new ones every month and throw them out when they were used. (I know there are reusable cloth pads out there, but personally carrying around pads is a pain and I already hate doing laundry as it is.)
And then I heard about the Diva Cup.
Basically it's a silicone menstrual cup that collects menses in the vagina until you take it out and empty it and wash it out and reuse it. Indefinitely. I read that some women have had theirs for over 10 years and it still works like new.
I bought the Diva Cup 1 online for maybe $32 and tested it on my last period, and for me, this is GREAT! Other than getting used to inserting it, this thing is amazing. You don't feel it at all when it is inside, it's just like a tampon without a string. It also lasts for about 6-12 hours depending on how heavy your flow is. I had no leakage after biking 12 miles, sleeping and dancing at a wedding for hours. I had no real problem getting it out either. Plus it even has little measure marks on the inside to tell you how much you've bled in ounces and mL! NUTS! Cleaning isn't that bad, you just dump the blood into the toilet and then wash it out in the sink with some soap. In a public restroom? Wipe it off with some toilet paper and just pop it back in or just wait until you get home (it'll probably hold up) if you're squeamish.
But the best thing about it is that you don't throw it away. It's eco-friendly and pays for itself after a couple months of paying for disposable pads or tampons.
If the Diva Cup isn't for you, there are other brands of menstrual cups such as the Lady Cup or Lunette. Each has a slightly different design so if one doesn't fit as well as you'd like you can always try a different brand!
I've also tried Insteads, which basically use the menstrual cup idea in the form of a Livestrong-esque band that has a bag membrane on the inside. You can find them at almost any pharmacy. I haven't had very good luck with them as they always leaked on me, and they are also unfortunately one use only. Supposedly one can have non-bloody sex with one of them in (you still have to use a condom, it is NOT a contraceptive!!!), but I haven't tested that capability. I'd just prefer the bloody sex rather than have something stuck inside me but hey, that's just me.
Have any of you tried a menstrual cup? How was your experience?
On Catcalling
If you are a female and reading this, I'm willing to bet that at least once in your life you have been catcalled at. And for most women, it has nothing to do with what you wear or how you act, and there is almost no way of avoiding street harassment in daily life.
Street harassment ranges from the lewd guy screaming "SHOW ME YOUR TITTIES BABY!" out of his car as he zooms past to some guy masturbating on a subway while he grinds himself against you. To them it's all about control. And I fucking hate them.
Last year I was walking to my car in a parking lot at night when some drunk asshole shouts out of his parked car window as I walk past, "HEY SLUT COME SUCK MY DICK!" or something to that effect. Me, tired and not taking any more shit from any jerks screams back at him, "Fuck you, you fucking asshole!" while I flip the bird at him and continue to my car. Now of course, since street harassers have to have the last word and hate it whenever people just accept that they're being jerks and ignore it, he gets out of his car and starts stomping toward me. I was with one of my friends, who tried to get him to go away but the jerk just started trying to punch him. So naturally I jumped in and we had a pretty nasty fight and we eventually left after he stopped trying to hit us while he was on the floor. I got away with just a black eye and my friend with his glasses broken and shirt ripped off, but I realize it could have gotten a lot worse if I was alone.
Nowadays I don't really curse back at them, since my previous experience has been being attacked for saying something back. What I do now is if they're close enough to me I'll start talking to them about how it's rude and how it makes me feel when they say things like that to me and other women. Usually they just look at me stupidly and try to ignore me, but someone has to say something to them.
I would LOVE to go out one day and be able to just walk outside on the street and have no one shout vulgar things at me or have to fear for my own personal safety. I wish that it would be NORMAL to live like that and not expect men to act like scumbags who think they have the right to harass me.
Luckily I've found this great blog called Hollaback NYC where people take pictures or descriptions of the street harassers and post it to the blog for everyone else to see. There are also similar ones of other major cities too, so look for yours on the sidebar of their blog if you're not from NYC! It's nice to take some power back after being harassed and treated like a piece of meat and spreads awareness! Yay!
Street harassment ranges from the lewd guy screaming "SHOW ME YOUR TITTIES BABY!" out of his car as he zooms past to some guy masturbating on a subway while he grinds himself against you. To them it's all about control. And I fucking hate them.
Last year I was walking to my car in a parking lot at night when some drunk asshole shouts out of his parked car window as I walk past, "HEY SLUT COME SUCK MY DICK!" or something to that effect. Me, tired and not taking any more shit from any jerks screams back at him, "Fuck you, you fucking asshole!" while I flip the bird at him and continue to my car. Now of course, since street harassers have to have the last word and hate it whenever people just accept that they're being jerks and ignore it, he gets out of his car and starts stomping toward me. I was with one of my friends, who tried to get him to go away but the jerk just started trying to punch him. So naturally I jumped in and we had a pretty nasty fight and we eventually left after he stopped trying to hit us while he was on the floor. I got away with just a black eye and my friend with his glasses broken and shirt ripped off, but I realize it could have gotten a lot worse if I was alone.
Nowadays I don't really curse back at them, since my previous experience has been being attacked for saying something back. What I do now is if they're close enough to me I'll start talking to them about how it's rude and how it makes me feel when they say things like that to me and other women. Usually they just look at me stupidly and try to ignore me, but someone has to say something to them.
I would LOVE to go out one day and be able to just walk outside on the street and have no one shout vulgar things at me or have to fear for my own personal safety. I wish that it would be NORMAL to live like that and not expect men to act like scumbags who think they have the right to harass me.
Luckily I've found this great blog called Hollaback NYC where people take pictures or descriptions of the street harassers and post it to the blog for everyone else to see. There are also similar ones of other major cities too, so look for yours on the sidebar of their blog if you're not from NYC! It's nice to take some power back after being harassed and treated like a piece of meat and spreads awareness! Yay!
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