Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Oh, my.

It's been way, way too long. Too bad I have nothing very interesting to say. I will think of something, though. Don't you go doubting me.

Please.

Monday, September 3, 2007

(Very) Belated Intro to My New Home, Updates

It has been far, far too long. I'm well aware. To quote a reader I had no idea existed, "You're really bad at blogging." For all intents and purposes: yes, I am.

To those who are at all curious, I have, since my last real entry, left CNU and transferred to another Virginia state university. It's in a city, which is superb, and I couldn't be happier as of yet.

Strangely enough, it is one of my mass communication classes (both of my majors are in the School of Mass Communication) that encouraged me to rouse this beast from its long, deep slumber. We will have to be starting a blog for the class, so I figured since I was one of the few with one already established, why not just pick up where I left off and consider it a proactive measure to decrease my homework load later? Sounds good. Sounds responsible. Probably a lie.

Unfortunately, some very recent personal issues have arisen and I do not currently have a prepared entry. I'm working on it, though. So if anyone is still reading and still remotely interested: new adventures and commentary coming soon!

Monday, July 30, 2007

She lives? She lives!

As I haven't posted in possibly forever, I figured I'd recopy an LJ post from about a month ago regarding women's rugby in America, and the blatant disregard for its existence. Hope you enjoy and/or discuss...

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In light of my evening (last night) spent selling beer/concessions to roughly eleventy billion people (read: mostly drunk middle-aged men, drunk college boys, and really drunk skanky girlfriends) at the Jimmy Buffett concert at Nissan, I'd like to take a moment to rant a little. Diatribe, if you will. Actually, I don't care what you call it. I'm not putting it behind a cut because a.) I'm lazy, and b.) it's my journal, and I don't give a fuck right now. (read: or ever.)

Yes. Yes, incredibly intoxicated Jimmy Buffett fans and patrons of the Nissan Pavilion, that tip jar does say "Support the Northern Virginia Women's Rugby Football Club". Yes, I know it's nearly impossible to get your minds around. "Wait, so you chicks play rugby?" one of you drunkenly slurred, eyes bloodshot at a respectable (read: you're pathetic) 6 pm.

YES, AMERICA. WOMEN NOW PLAY RUGBY. Only - wait, get this - we've been doing it for something like 25 years. No, we didn't start playing because our boyfriends play. Conversely, we don't all play because we're "dykes" (that one is thanks to a particular charmer who didn't tip after buying $80 worth of beer and harassing at least two of my teammates).

I realize the idea of a club of 60+ women who can outrun, outhit, out-feint, out-think and out-drink you big, manly men out there is a mindfuck, to say the least. I realize this. We all do. We're also kind of sick of it. We're sick of you asking us if we're gay, we're sick of you asking us to tackle/armwrestle/"show us that thing you do where you all grab each other!" (it's called scrumming, and we don't "grab each other," we bind as per iRB regulation so as not to snap any of our teammates' or opponents' necks or other vital extremities).

One more thing, (not-so-) friendly Parrotheads and other Neanderthalic breeds of folk out there; the one thing that prompted me to write this thing in the first place. I'd like to make something very clear on behalf of the thousands (if not millions, at this point) of women all over the planet who play this fine game.

We make it very clear in the names of our clubs, the names of our tournaments and events and pretty much just in general. It's women's rugby. It's not girl's rugby, it's not chick['s] rugby, and it's certainly not girl's or chick['s] FOOTBALL. There is a completely different sport called women's football, and those women are just as respectable and frankly awesome as we are. But they are not us. Different sport. Completely. In every sense of the word. Different. What we play and what we are is WOMEN'S RUGBY. And nothing else.

Northern Virginia Women's Rugby Football Club. Virginia Commonwealth University's RAM Women's Rugby. Learn it. Live it. Love it.




And we are through.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Good Morning, This is Your Captain Speaking

In case the lack of posting wasn't telling enough, I am back down at CNU. I'm not enjoying the social climate any more than I used to, but my classes this semester all rock. This is good for me, but unfortunate for this blog. This means that I probably will not have as many crazy-professors-that-really-love-God rants. However, I do have an AMST class called American Rebels that I think will prove entertaining if not completely interesting and useful. I am hoping on the latter, but if only the former emerges, this blog will be the first to hear of it.

I would like to point out that while it is late January, the temperature here on the coast has ranged from 70 degrees on Monday, to 35 yesterday, and 40-something today. I really enjoy how, even though this is concrete proof of how whacked-out our atmosphere is starting to get, global warming cannot possibly exist - or at least be happening right now - according to our brazen president.

Clearly, the benefits of an unearned Ivy-league education are limitless.

Until next time, take care y'all.

Monday, January 8, 2007

A Little Speaker For All of Us, We Hope

Recently, newly-elected Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi started a blog on OurChart.com, a new MySpace-type site based off of something called "The Chart" on popular lesbian TV drama The L Word. While the site itself has not yet been launched, production is well underway and several popular names in the lesbian community have joined to show their support, start blogs and/or many other ways of interacting.

Speaker Pelosi has only posted once, understandably, and in that post the Speaker noted many of the issues she intends to address in office and the effect she wishes to have on the House of Representatives and the American public in general.

"Many Members of Congress shared this historic moment with their families and children on the floor of House. It was a special moment for the women and young girls to witness the first woman Speaker. There was recognition that the marble ceiling has been broken and now the sky is the limit for our daughters and granddaughters. ...

Next week we begin our New Direction 100 Hours agenda which begins to address the needs of all Americans. We have made history, now it is time to make progress."
- Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi, on OurChart.com
[If you wish to learn more about Speaker Pelosi's 100 Hours agenda or to see her opening day speech, visit www.speaker.gov]

Some women have already started responding to this post, and the feedback has ranged from eloquent to concise, but none without merit.

One reply, however, caught my interest. The original poster commented with the following:

"Submitted by Anonymous on January 8, 2007 - 3:53am.

whats this got to do with gay/lesbian affairs?"

To which another reader responded with:

"Submitted by Anonymous on January 8, 2007 - 9:30am.

EVERYTHING !!

Do not be an Ostrich. Unless you have been living outside of this universive, you have not been paying attention to the political events that have dragged this country's freedoms and civil rights back 75 years.

GO NANCY !!"

It was this reply that really piqued my interest enough to warrant some input of my own. Granted, it may have been a bit much for what was said, but I feel that what I wrote could get some conversation started. That was one of my main intentions in posting, at least. I decided to post here because I wanted to alert people of the new Speaker's agenda and also to get my own thoughts out there in more places than one.

That being said, I responded to the previous post with this:

"Submitted by Anonymous on January 8, 2007 - 11:48am.

What was said above this post is completely true - and something very important to remember. Yes, we are very concerned with the gay and lesbian issues our nation is currently "facing" (though I use that word warily, as until very recently, the nation has been doing its utmost to ignore us altogether). However, we are not only identified as gays and lesbians. We're also mothers, daughters, sisters, employees, consumers, buyers etc.

Just because Speaker Pelosi didn't directly address the gay and lesbian community in her opening speech doesn't mean she does not/will not address it. I say give change some time; it took well over 200 years for minorities and women to get the recognition, freedoms and liberties that they have now. Let's try not to discount the Speaker's efforts before she's even really begun.

That all being said; a big congratulations to Speaker Pelosi. I'm proud to know that my little sister and all the other young women interested in making change in the world now have someone they can really look up to.

Julia Singer
Annandale, Virginia"

As always, thoughts, comments, concerns and the like are all welcome and encouraged.

I hope everyone is having a splendid 2007 as of yet, and I will catch you all on the flipside.



Thursday, January 4, 2007

With All the Hoody-Hoo

Hey folks. Just wanted to drop a quick entry to let y'all know that I made it through the New Years festivities relatively unscathed.

I ended up galavanting through Dupont Circle earlier in the evening, anxiously awaiting what turned out to be a way-overhyped lezzie bash. The fliers looked so awesome, you guys! They promised tons of scantily-clad early-to-mid-twenties women with sharp fashion sense and intellect and wit to boot. I was really excited. Of course, when I got there a good 45 minutes after the doors had officially opened and there was only a handful of women. I'm going to try to be, well, not an asshole here. They were...less than desirable. I'll leave it at that.

So right around when I figured out that the party in the city, you know, sucked, one of my best friends called. She's going to a house party that she's not excited about either, and wanted someone she knows and likes (a stretch, I know) there with her. I booked it out of the district and back to my car in Springfield, got over to Herndon, then Sterling. That party also blew, but at least there was alcohol. And a housefire a few doors down! And everyone was high except me and the pregnant girl who was to be our DD later in the evening. Went back to the friend's place around 1:30, drank a bit more, made drunk!taquitos (okay, her dad made them for us - you know you don't trust drunkards with an oven.) and passed out. Woke up pretty early, drove home.

So yeah, that was it.

Sorry I don't have anything funny or entertainingly anecdotal to report on. Maybe before the break is over, I'll have something awesome.
OH! Of course I will! I'm going to The L Word Season 4 Premiere Party hosted by the HRC (at a club in the really ghetto part of NE DC, oh god.) on January 7th. I'm so super psyched about that. Pam Grier, who plays Kit, is going to be there! And I think Mary's going to make it down, which makes me way happy. I'm so glad we're talking again. We may or may not be dating in the near future, soooo...I'll keep you updated on that. But I'm not going to turn this into a T is for Trashed rerun. For reals.

Now as probably all of my readers know, there is a mega America's Next Top Model marathon on VH1. I really must get my gay on.

Until next time, y'all.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Post-Christmukah Stress Disorder

The gift-giving holiday season is nice. Yes. Okay, we all agree.

I'm really glad it's over. I think that makes me a complete asshole, but seriously...I hate kids. I have to be around a bunch of kids whenever it's the holidays. Whether it's at work, out in public, with the family; whatever. Kids kids kids kids everywhere. Stop poppin' them out, everyone. Most people making them lately wouldn't pass my friend Halley's thorough exam to attain rights to utilize their reproductive organs. In fact, I will make this a shorter post, and outline her plan.

Please note that this idea was originally conceived by my friend, and I am just expanding on it and giving it a tangible definition.

The way she, and later I, put it together is this:

There will be a test. It will be like the SATs, but all about how to be a decent human being and consequently an even remotely acceptable parent. It's not going to be insanely difficult or anything, because the results will not be the deciding factor for anything important like entrance into colleges, just the right to use your ovaries or sperm.

It will be set up just like the SATs, though, because kids really stress out about those things. We don't want to make it too easy, either, because then it will be pointless. The art of making this particular test work will lie in making it hard enough to weed out the completely innate morons and the people who would be more detrimental as parents than as - well - not parents. Please don't get me wrong - there are a lot of people who are just made to be parents. They're instinctive, they're caring and loving, and they have stable, committed homes to welcome a child in to. Trust me, this test would be geared directly towards seeking out those individuals and separating them from the 16-year-old girls who just need to have a baby because they feel like they have no other purpose in life or they just know their boyfriend-of-the-moment just loves her to pieces and would make the best baby daddy ever. Or from the women on welfare with six kids already who only keeps getting pregnant because she's too lazy or unable to access birth control, and she has the kid because she either cannot afford an abortion or doesn't support it or believe in it or what-have-you.

I come off sounding like a complete asshole. I do realize this. I'd like to get a point across to everyone before they start reading my blog as regularly as it is updated, thinking that I am a blindly optimistic, happy-go-lucky person. I'm not. I have a tendency to be pessimistic and I am constantly skepitcal. It has nothing to do with my personal self-esteem or my past or other things people commonly blame anything not-positive in a person's life on. It's really based just on my observations and things I know. I'm a smart person, and it's not just me saying that. There is a serious problem with people having kids that they aren't equipped to take care of. the social and foster care systems are overcrowded, and welfare handouts are at one of their highest peaks in a while. Combine that with massive layoffs thanks to outsourcing overseas, and the heightened state of unemployment, and you know there isn't money flying around right now. I could go on spouting what could only be called platitudes at this point; the nation is in a deep, deep deficit, the current president is driving us further into the ground, yattah yattah yattah. I'm sure you've all heard it all before anyway.

I just want to close by saying that maybe next time you think about having unprotected sex, and you're an unemployed high school dropout who lives with his/her parents and isn't even sure that his/her partner will not be incarcerated/killed in a drive-by/leave you when they find out they may be a mother or father...think twice. It's for the children.

Happy new year, folks. Make it a safe and healthy one.