Monday, November 27, 2006

 
Sometimes the blogosphere really ticks me off.
Sometimes I come across posts or comment threads that I desperately want to participate in, even knowing full well that it would be a recipe for disaster.
Sometimes I am more-or-less successful in resisting the urge.

Now would be one of those more successful times.

Instead of jumping into my asbestos longjohns and refueling my Incineratron 2000 Roast-O-Matic flamethrower, I thought I'd clap my hands over my ears and say "I'M NOT LISTENING I'M NOT LISTENING MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB LITTLE LAMB LITTLE LAMB" etc, like Winona Ryder in "Heathers".

Rather than dwell on all the things that are making me cranky this morning, I think I'll share my holiday wishes list, and invite others to do the same.

Some holiday wishes are for Queen Me-Me-ME. Some are for loved ones. Some are for strangers. But they are all offered to the Universe in a spirit of hopeful optimism and goodwill toward Class Human.

in a perfect world, under my own personal Selfish Bitch Tree, I'd love to see:

* a sewing machine
* a dog who needs a home
* the book "Big Girl Knits" so I can finally knit some sweaters that don't strangle
* middle-eastern dance lessons that I can walk to or bus to
* kitchen scrapers of all shapes, sizes and purposes
* a new flipper
* silicone bakeware
* a mixmonster. a big pink mixmonster.
* big giant rhinestone-y hairclips, the more ridiculously godawful and ornate and pointlessly rococco the better

and for others, I wish for:
* easy finals for all the college students I know
* cooperative relatives
* time to hang out and feel all holiday-cheerful with people who don't think you suck
* time to feel sad and grieve as you need to, if you need to, without feeling pressured
* the courage to face houseguests even though you haven't scrubbed all your floors with a toothbrush
* enough money and/or creativity to give awesome gifts to your loved ones without the process leaving you feeling stretched to your very limit
* the luxury of a minute's peace and quiet

and if you, blogosphere, don't approve of this post? think it's too materialistic and consumer-y? think it ignores all the pain and suffering in the world? think my wishes are shallow and unenlightened?

It probably is. it probably does. they probably are. but at least I'm not screaming. and for that, consider y'allselves lucky.

Comments:
what's a flipper?

should i even ask which threads?...nah.

xox

yer comin' up to NY sometime in December, right? that's -my- wish.
 
flipper - the thing you flip pancakes and hamburgers with. a flipper.

yeah - a convergence on NY is definitely in order.
 
ah! i call 'em spatulas, but i guess those aren't, exactly. hm.
 
I thought a spatula referred to that thing Mom scraped out the chocolate-cake-batter bowl with (damn it! before I got there with my greedy little fingers!).

but I need both scrapers and flippers.
 
I'm jealous. I wish I wasn't on the West Coast.

Please tell me which threads? Pleeeeease? I promise not to comment on them.
 
scrappers and a sewing machine? A dog! and to top it of... Queen you? thats a lot. what one do you want the most?
 
FS201 - world peace.

because then I wouldn't need a dog or a sewing machine or anything else on that list.

seriously- there's no hierarchy of wishes. and I'm not actually expecting anything, except maybe scrapers.

and, I mean, wishes are almost by definition non-realistic. so it's not like I've got my heart set.
 
piny - it's the usual suspects.
 
That doesn't narrow it down at all.
 
On one of their own blogs, or somewhere else?

If it's somewhere else i -might- be persuaded to look; if it's their own, i know i shouldn't bother.
 
this one here - http://womensspace.wordpress.com/2006/11/24/trolls-and-anti-feminists/

and this one here - http://witchywoo.wordpress.com/2006/11/25/friday-ramblings/

and the usual feeding frenzy that is the Twistyverse.

I feel bad even saying anything.

I feel like I'm talking behind someone's back, which I HATE and try never to do. But responding on the actual threads is a fool's errand, as I've found out time and time again. so I'm all raged up and nowhere to go.

I also fear that my participation in those threads at Witchy's caused her to somehow lose face with people she may respect, and I never meant for that to happen.
 
so, yeah, instead of choking on my own negativity I thought I'd swat a jingle bell around a little.

ooh shiny!
 
And so much is missing from my list. I didn't even include the starving multitudes, or people from war-torn locales, or family members with whom I'm squabbling, or other blogospherians with whom I'm squabbling - does that mean I don't wish them a happy holiday, any of them?

jeez, no.

crap. now I feel worse than when I started.
 
Hey, I know how it feels to get all defensive because you think everyone is just chomping at the bit to judge you for this and that and point out your every shortcoming and call you SELFISH!! SELFISH!! PRIVILEGED!! -even as they parade around like a bunch of assholes.

So at a certain point? Eh, fuck 'em. You're allowed to wish for stuff for yourself. It doesn't negate anything else, like wanting the starving multitudes not to starve. But sometimes, you just want some nice new cookware, for fuck's sake. And there is nothing wrong with that.
 
Wow, what about that thread at The Margins! Hooooweee, what a hoot! This was the best part:

Almost all the feminists blogs have now been taken over by pornography and prostitution positive women. This is not new eh? Heart and Luckynkl. We old feminists have seen it over and over and over again.

You know how to party, Pony! Keep it coming!
 
Oh, excuse me, I got post-happy. I hadn't yet made my way to THIS gem from Heart herself!

Pony, I’ve noticed, too, how so many of the feminist blogs are now dominated by pro-porn “sex positive” so-called people

So-called people!! Ya see that? I'm not a person - I'm a so-called person!
 
I think that if you're publishing it on the internet, you're not talking behind anyone's back.
 
And for you, I wish the pink mixmonster, a matching blender for daquiris, and company of people who don't think you suck. I can't do anything about the appliances, but come over and I promise we won't think ill of you.
 
oh- and a spatula's the thing you flip burgers with. The rubber thing you scrape bowls with is (according to my mother)called a "rubber doober".

Word verification reads "youdnce" I am sure it's referring to me, and not to you.
 
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Well, I looked at the Margins thread. shrug. pony and a couple of other usual suspects aside--well, a few of them--but for the most part, who know what they each actually have in mind. if they're talking about the sort of shit that came in the wake of say the Duke cases, say...well. whatever. i'm not defending them. i don't even care if they think i'm a troll; i'm just reading an older thread where sofie of the now-defunct Volsunga got dismissed by some of that lot as a troll and anti-feminist and LALALA CAN'T HEAR YOU...considering that sofie had her own name and picture up, and a fair resume of writing and action as a socialist feminist under her belt, it was quite -something- to see the likes of pony and stormcloud and a few other familiar figures go at her like furious bats. "like"

they can go and boil their addled little heads, really.

i'm just sorry Volsunga's offline. it'd be quite a movement if the true believers, the -real- feminists end up being the likes of dino chick and pony and twisty's sycophants, wouldn't it?

and in general--again: if yer gonna be "my way or the highway," then fine, but don't be surprised when most people opt for the highway. you can see it as a sign of how decadent and unthinking and awful most of the world is, if you like. "my or way or the highway" is good for that. so nu, huddle together ever-closer and lick your wounds. bemoan the encroaching corruption at every turn. it's pretty much what Heart used to do anyway, isn't it? i thinkmabe some of the others, too. just a slightly different flavor is all.

"for narrow is the way, and strait is the gate."

yes; and instead of sinners and the devil (and the deep blue sea), it's the evil pornstitution industry and its blinded supporters. and the good news is that we can be redeemed, but only if we only repent and convert, right? and just admit, just -confess- that we're only doing such-and-so because the devil i mean the patriarchy made us do it. and purify, purify, purify. oh yeah: and pleasure, being independent, -disagreeing,- is selfish, very selfish indeed.

thanks, but no.

-primarily,- i'm not pro-porn. i'm not even sex-pos. primarily. you know how i ID now? "anti-cult." "pro-sanity."

that has a lot of applications, really.
 
>And so much is missing from my list. I didn't even include the starving multitudes, or people from war-torn locales, or family members with whom I'm squabbling, or other blogospherians with whom I'm squabbling - does that mean I don't wish them a happy holiday, any of them?

jeez, no.

crap. now I feel worse than when I started>

Sweetie. Chill. You're fine. They suck. It's okay to get angry. It's okay to wish terrible things upon Some Peoples' heads. It's okay to want things for your very self. You're human. And a damn good one. I get where you're coming from, but please don't let them turn all that crap inward again. That's old shit. You don't need that shit. You've had more than your share of shit. You canNOT reach some of these people, and that's that. Their loss for not appreciating you. Fortunately, they're in the minority there. Seriously.
 
You know what I think is selfish? Being so wrapped up in one's ideology that one can't even pay another human, another -woman- the courtesy of addressing her as though she were another human being, much less recognizing her thoughts, her ideas, her -feelings.- as legitimate in their own, in her own right. And yes, I have a couple of specific people in mind, here; and it's no one posting here.
 
>I also fear that my participation in those threads at Witchy's caused her to somehow lose face with people she may respect, and I never meant for that to happen.>

Witchy's a big girl, antip. You're not responsible for her; nor she for you.

It's okay.

You're okay.

Really.
 
>youdnce

I love word verification divination. it's kind of like that thing where you're listening to the radio and the song that comes on is -exactly- (or okay, sort of) related to whatever's on your mind?

not that anyone here is a dnce.
 
someday I'm going to get "born to worry" tattooed on my shoulder.

very badass.

so what's on everyone else's holiday wish list?
 
clearly your mom was misinformed, rootie - if she'd asked for the rubber doober my mom would have handed her the scraper.

you know scrapers come in all sorts of different types now? rubber, plastic, heat-resistant silicone, modern hi-tech space age materials...what brave new world.
 
maybe on the other shoulder I'll tattoo a big old rubber doober, with an ornate glowy halo all around, bearing in flowing script the legend "behold the spatula excalibur!"
 
"Spatula City! We sell spatulas...and nothing else!"

(some Weird Al movie, UHF, was it? also: Gandhi 2: He's Back and He's Mad.

"Give me a steak, medium-rare!")
 
"i'm just sorry Volsunga's offline. it'd be quite a movement if the true believers, the -real- feminists end up being the likes of dino chick and pony and twisty's sycophants, wouldn't it?" (Belledame)

Totally. Volsunga/ Sofie is a hugely committed feminist who's done loads of work promoting women's rights in the UK National Union of Students (NUS). I saw her at a recent pro-choice event, so luckily her recent blogosphere experiences haven't put her off feminism.

What REALLY pissed me off about that thread was the people accusing Sofie of being a man, when 2 seconds' googling would have proved conclusively that she wasn't. Do they have any idea how arrogant it is to build a picture of someone based entirely on prejudice and not on reality?

Grrr.
 
I just read that latest Twisty thread. Jesus H Christ on a bike.

Calling another woman 'as thick as a stack of pressboard' is just SO feminist.
 
>just makes you a hypocrite,

say Twisty

**CHOKE**

that is, calling yourself a feminist and what is it now? wearing high heels? makes. you. a.

suck my five inch stiletto, you malignant narcissist, i've so beyond had it. no, really.
 
dude - you are beautiful when you're angry.
 
good thing I didn't want a pair of shoes for christmas.
 
"Nice girls don't wear cha-cha heels!!!"

"Not on Christmas! Not on CHRISTMAS!..."
 
What REALLY pissed me off about that thread was the people accusing Sofie of being a man, when 2 seconds' googling would have proved conclusively that she wasn't. Do they have any idea how arrogant it is to build a picture of someone based entirely on prejudice and not on reality?

When was this? I've only seen volsunga participating in relatively productive discussions--although those were a while back.
 
Here.
 
BD - was that a John Waters reference?
 
I want lingerie for Christmas. Bad, bad me.

Oh, and world peace, too. And some books.

But also lingerie.

And don't even get me started about the stripper pole we'll be installing when the GDBF and I move in together next March/April.
 
well, i think they stopped calling her a man after she invited them to check out her creds, but they never did stop calling her a troll.

Jay's cartoon never seemed so apt.
 
AP: yes!
 
You also have no idea who this person is. Just an addy. You’re probably arguing with a man, but if you aren’t and this is indeed a woman, double the reason to just walk away.

HA!
 
thanks for sparing a wish for us unfortunate college go-ers. May the good fairy hear you.
 
rubberdoober rubberdoober rubberdoober. If you say it often enough it sounds like something out of the Xandria catalog.

*lurking at aformentioned sites*
*going tsk tsk*
 
RootieToot made me want dacquiris.

MMMMM. Although, since I want a girly drink, that must also make me I'm a gender-traitor and a knob-polishing tool of the patriarchy.

I lose.
 
hm. better slap a blender on that there holiday wish list for all of you drinkophiles.

Veronica, I'm really glad you commented here. I feel very happy about that.

Rooty - wouldn't it be fun to write the little description of the Rubber Doober for the Xandria Catalog?

"this top-quality latex Doober is ready to stir your batter!" or some nonsense.
 
taihae - take care of you during exams, ask for help if you need it, get plenty of sleep and don't forget to eat.

mwah.
 
Indeed, thanks for the exam wishes. Hmm. I want socks, underwear, a good way to hang my posters, a PS2, Final Fantasy 12, some really rockin' pants (I collect pants, kind of), some really nice restraints, a real corset, good grades, my roommates to start acting like we're friends who live in the same house, and at least a modicum of joy for all, wherever they manage to find it.
Word verification: fvyec. I think there might be an unspoken "bitch" after that though.
 
Stopping by in the heady glow of getting my final NaNoWriMo word verification to wish all a merry imminent December. Whoohoo! And to join the chorus of those who think AntiP is the bomb and should quit being so hard on herself. And if that makes this an echo chamber, well, everything sounds better with reverb.

Me, I just got through the first 50,000-odd words of this year's lesbian urban fantasy* novel with hardly any porn to speak of, and the Ongoing Kefluffle may just be inspiring me to correct for that moving forward. One does what one must for the Balance, like.

*I'm a Whedon feminist; I refuse to let the fact that I'm a big hairy male keep me from making feminist, but relentlessly cool, Art. Plus I think tough smart chicks are hot.
 
congratulations!
 
woo! congrats! i totally flaked on the NaNo. and even the NaBlo. but i am -so there- for NaDru. hic!
 
>pro-porn “sex positive” so-called people

uncharacteristically for me, i'm gonna be charitable and assume there's a comma missing there (i.e. "so-called 'sex positive').

"so-called people" is pretty funny, though.
 
(apropos of nothing at all: GAHHHH there's a fly in my apartment for DAYS and it WILL NOT DIE OR LET ME KILL IT).
 
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