I must be growing conservative in my old age...I'm standing up Ann Coulter (sort-of)

Today while facebook-ing around I came across this little gem:





Generally I'm of the "Live Liberal or Die" motto (lame attempt at New Hampshire humor) but this is obnoxious. Sure not all liberals are feminists, or even not misogynists, but this has issues beyond the whole obvious don't insult her looks because that's sexists problem. It's attacking her on a personal level for her political beliefs. Sure Ann Coulter's career is based on her political beliefs and as such it is fair to do some criticism on the more personal level. For example, if Ann Coulter suddenly decided she loves The Gays and started going to a welcoming church and donating to HRC but continued to argue against gay marriage then it would be okay to question why she chose to affiliate herself with a church that was for marriage equality. However, how her breasts are at all relevant to her political views is beyond me. By attacking her appearance (M-Ann) we are equating her image with the relevance of her beliefs. If a super hot (in the sociatal standard of hottness) woman came along espousing eugenics would we all of a sudden take up the cause? Sure appearance has an (often tremendous) impact on how we are treated/believed/viewed but when it comes to a true debate using appearance as a mode of attack is stupid. It takes away your validity. There are more problems with this but now I'm tired. Maybe I'll write more in awhile. I'm going to go watch trashy tv.

Run

Today I ran 2.75 miles. I walked .25 miles after 1.75 and then ran the last mile.
I'm doing a marathon in October and the goal is to be up to 50 miles week by then.

careers

Some people buy cars, or expensive crap, but I would really like to treat myself to a completely useless masters in gender studies. And on that note...here is a list of all of the careers I have seriously considered.
-Office type jobs: secretary, receptionist, lawyer, advertising exec, paralegal, manager (of various sorts...this was a more fleeting idea than others)
-Business owner type jobs: coffee shop, bookstore, hostel,
-Hippy type jobs: server, author, journalist, tuba player, sex worker, barista, activist, online comic artist, artist, blogger, self-sustained hippie person (i.e. farmer type)
-All others: teacher, professor, border guard, airline stewardess, nurse (that was brief also), realtor, politician, museum curator/other museum position

When I look at these and realize that I still want to be a majority of them, I wonder if I will ever really find a career because I'll be to busy trying to decide. Ugh. Maybe I can be cloned...or live a really long life.

Unicorns

I tend to complain a lot about jobs. Not having the one I want, not finding the one I want, hating the one I have, not knowing which one I want. I could have the best job in the world and I would complain about it. So, I was driving David home from the airport, complaining about my job, when we passed an office complex called Unicorn Park which prompted me to say I wished I worked there. To which David replied that even if I worked there with real unicorns I would still come home come home complaining that this unicorn didn't like me and that unicorn was annoying. Now every time someone at work annoys me I imagine them being unicorns and it makes me laugh (but, unfortunately, not less annoyed).
Consequently, when I saw a giant stuffed unicorn (including pink glitter hooves) at the grocery store today I bought it for David. It also doubles as a girlfriend for Garfunkel who has been staring at it since I got it.

Marathon

It's been my goal to run a marathon for about six years now. Last weekend I realized it might actually be a possibility. I ran my first 10k, which at 6.2 miles is significantly shorter than a 26.2 mile marathon. However, somehow being able to run the entire distance made me realize that I just might be capable of running a marathon if I actually tried. In the much more immediate future, I now have hope that I might be able to actually complete the Mount Washington Road Race.
The Mt. Washington RR forum is full of people who have done marathons and have been training for months etc etc. Essentially they are serious runners. And then there's me. I've had a few attempts at starting to run again, but like a failing engine they've puttered out and stopped. I'm at least 40 pounds overweight and a good 70 pounds heavier than the last time I was seriously running. Not that it is impossible to run when you're heavier, but imagine carrying around that much extra weight. Nevertheless, I work on top of a giant hill. It's a half mile steep incline and then another quarter or so mile uphill after that. And then there's plenty of back roads nearby that are hilly and good for getting some distance in. It really is ideal...plus if I run after work then there's hardly any traffic jams by the time I drive home.
So, I will start running again. And hopefully this time it might stick.

Internet Stalking

I've been really into online stalking people recently. I blame my job...and the strange interests in people long gone that randomly pop up in my dreams. Anyways, so it's strange to look at people's facebook profiles (which are really just projections of how they want themselves to appear) who I haven't had any real contact with in more than a few years. I want to project their four, five, six year ago personalities on them and think they haven't changed and am then so confused when they have. Probably more so since I was a completely different person then and had a higher tolerance for pretentious idiots...and republicans. Facebook, and the other excellent internet stalking sites, are ridiculously wonderful. If they didn't exist I would be constant limbo wondering what happened to this and that person, when now all I have to do is "friend" them and I can find all of their pertinent information: relationship status (which is after all how we judge a person's worth...), jobs, location, interests. Which is precisely why, and yes I know it's hypocritical, I refuse to put my relationship status, any real job information or interests. God, I must be annoying to the other people like me out there.

on a different note

My temp job is making me want to shoot myself in the face. Ugh.