Saturday, June 28, 2008

Sometimes even the proggyiest of progressives need a swift kick in the ass

Last night I watched the Barbara Walters special on transkids with my Kid. These kids were so cute and so brave, I just wanted to bundle them up and keep them from everything mean in the world. And I'm not even *that* maternal. Kid, as usual, handled it exceptionally well. He hated that people were mean to them, and he was all "If I had a trans kid, I'd let them pick who they wanted to be".

Contrast to a few friends from the other night who think "it" is the appropriate pronoun to use for people who just won't pick a gender and stick with it. Ughhhh. When I pointed out that it is just good manners to use the pronoun that the person uses for themselves, they seemed to get it a little. But with exceptions.

"Except for V_____, it doesn't know what it is."

"It" is not a word used for human beings. "It" is the ultimate in othering. "It" is how we describe lifeless things like toasters and sweaters. And when you turn a human into an "It", it's no wonder that violence and murder of trans people is high. Can you murder a toaster? I hate "It".

Is it so hard to ask? If someone is skewing the gender binary, and you are not sure how to address them, I am pretty sure that they would prefer to be asked rather than to be treated like a household object.

Words mean things. And how could anyone ever want to hurt this sweet, sad girl is beyond me.

Just in case

Since there are growing numbers of Pro Hillary blogs getting locked out as spam I went ahead and created a backup blog at wordpress.

I am not ready to move to Word Press entirely (though I love love love their comment mod system)because A. this started as a group blog (and sometimes still is) and I haven't figured out how to change the post authors over there yet. So far it looks like i wrote everything- and I don't want to take that kind of credit. Also, I don't have the money to pay to upgrade Haloscan comments so I can export them to Wordpress (and I'm not 100% sure that can be done. ) and I don't want to lose them.

So I'll keep posting here for now. But should something horrible happen, plan b is in place.

Friday, June 27, 2008

RQ Cooks- Poverty Fried rice

That giant pork roast is still alive and kicking, though I think for just one more day. By the time payday rolls around next week I think the kid and I will be so sick of pork products that we may even eschew bacon for a while (Not Bacon!!!!).

When I was in high school I learned a super easy recipe for fried rice that I have modified over the years so that it can be made with damn near anything that is left floating in the fridge (including bacon!). The trick, for the meat eaters anyways, is to cook everything in some kind of meat fat if you can. Bacon grease works very well. I used fat from the pork roast.

First, start the rice. Basic white rice is fine. I throw in a tablespoon of this Croatian soup starter that I have called Vegeta, but you can substitute some chicken of beef bullion (or leave it plain) if you like. While the rice is simmering you cook everything else.

So I took some of that congealed jelly/fat stuff that's coating the bottom of the roast pan and melted it in my giant skillet/wok. Mix with a little regular vegetable oil (olive oil is too strongly flavored) to keep from burning. Then add your chopped veggies. Carrots (sliced on the diagonal so that there is more surface area getting heated and they cook fast)go first cause they are hardest. Then white onion sliced into long thin strips and some celery. You can also throw in whatever other veggies may be near death in the fridge, even thin strips of cabbage. Just remember that the veggies go in the pan in order of hardness so that nothing gets over cooked. Lastly I added some shredded bits of the pork roast and a few dashes of soy sauce. Then I turned the pan to low while waiting for the rice to finish.

If you have an egg or two, now is a good time to give it a quick scramble. If you have the space in your pan- just push all the veggies and meat to the side and scramble the eggs in the middle. If not, use a separate pan and add back into the veggies when they are cooked. Or skip the eggs if you're out of them or don't like them (we were out).

Once the rice is done, add a little extra fat to the meat and veggies, turn the heat up and dump the rice into the mix. Stir and heat till the rice gets that lovely brownish fried color, adding a bit more soy sauce to help the process. The viola, poverty fried rice. You can garnish with some chopped scallions if you like.

(When I learned to make this in high school it was with bacon and scallions and Chinese 5 spice. I don't like the combo of 5 spice with savory dishes, so I changed it. But if you want to try something a bit different, give it a go)

ETA: Yes, you could even put cauliflower in this if you are an evil evil bastard.

Annoyance of the day

They are power washing the outside of my house. It's very very noisy. Teeth grindingly noisy. It was okay at first, but it's been going on for hours now and I have a headache and I'm cranky.

Noise pollution sucks.

That is all for now. I am going to go hide my head under a pillow and weep until it stops.

Male Privilege, Cyberstalking and The Election

A little over 80 years ago, one of the dominant reasons for not giving us ladies the right to vote was that politics would sully our pure spirits. But really it was just another excuse in a long line of excuses used to shut the bitches up.

Now we have the vote(to the lament of many) and after decades of trying to find a public voice and being shut out of traditional arenas (or given token membership if we are willing to disparage our own sex), women have found the internet, just like dudes did. And we use it speak clearly and freely without being hindered by the old standards that kept us not silent, but unheard.

Of course that drives the tools of the patriarchy mad! Mad I tell you! And just how mad is clearly seen in the cyberstalker and trolls. No, not all all men are cyberstalkers and trolls but nearly all cyberstalkers and trolls are men. It's the Catholic/Christian thing (All Catholics are Christians but not all Christians are Catholics).

Recently, the mad boyz of the Obama campaign have reported several Pro Clinton blogs as spam in an attempt to shut them up. Including our favorite Blue Lyon. It's not a coincidence that the bloggers they are trying to quiet are women. I mean, they aren't getting Pro McCain blogs locked up, now are they?

Why would it be more important to silence women than to silence men of opposing viewpoints is the question. Why are these mad boyz so desperately afraid of women speaking freely about their political opinions? I don't think it's just because they think our voices are too shrill or our laughs so cackling that we make their eardrums bleed just by speaking near them. I think they have more pragmatic reasons for trying to keep us quiet.

A little while back, Feministe reported on an awesome Latina teacher in LA who got fired for teaching her mostly minority students about their own histories instead of the regurgitated white bread crap that has been forced down most of our throats. We can't have that. OMG, POC finding out that their entire history is not one of mere oppression/subjugation! If they learn the histories of successful movements against the oppressors, they might get ideas! They might not be willing to accept the lives of poverty that we have planned for them. Shut that teacher up before she undoes centuries of patriarchal brain washing by letting students read about Malcolm X.

And the same principle applies to women. Shut those uppity bitches up before other women (and sympathetic men) catch on and ruin it for all of us. That's why the hopium smokers keep trolling Hillary blogs. Hillary reminded us that there is still a lot of fighting to be done. And she woke up a giant community of women who are tired of being quiet for the good of the party. Hillary may have suspender her campaign, but the spirit of possibility and the drive to create something better has been awakened in many of us. And for those of us who have never been quiet, we now have much larger audiences of willing and enthusiastic listeners. That is what the trolls fear most. That people will hear us and agree.

It is easy to attribute the abuses of privilege to evilness or ignorance. But like I've been saying for a long time, privilege is pragmatic. Rape exists and is allowed to flourish as a means of keeping women in fear. The motherhood ideal exists as a way to keep women doing necessary labor for no wages. And misogynist trolls on feminist blogs everywhere exist to keep us quiet.

But it ain't gonna work this time.

I own my vote

It seems that the hard press is starting to come from the party now (and not just the stalker bots). Every morning when I wake up there is a slew of new emails in my inbox from people like John Kerry trying to get me to "Unite for change" (i/e give my money to Obama)

Uhm, no.

But rather than feel useless and mute in the face of the sleazy salesmen of the Democratic party, I pledge to keep fighting to bring reason and ration back to politics. So when Dr. Socks posted this pledge from I Own My Vote, I had to sign up.

I stand together with Hillary Clinton’s 18 million voters to demand that Senator Obama and the Democratic Party:

  • Bring us together by seating 100% of the Florida and Michigan delegations in Denver with 100% of their votes, allocated in accordance with the popular vote of each state.
  • Bring us together by adopting policies on the Platform Committee that Hillary Clinton has championed.
  • Bring us together through reform of the primary and caucus system to reflect the basic principle of one person/one vote.
  • Bring us together through outspoken denunciation of all gender bias, racism and other forms of discrimination.
  • Bring us together by fairly and respectfully including Hillary and her supporters at the Democratic National Convention in Denver by, among other things, placing her name in nomination for President, conducting a roll call vote, and providing her a prominent speaking role during prime time on August 26th, the 88th anniversary of women’s suffrage.
I own my vote. It does not belong to any party. It does not belong to any candidate. It does not belong to any mob that would impose its will on me. Only I can decide how to use my vote, and I can decide based on any criteria I choose. Therefore I pledge not to give my vote to anyone who does not earn it.

And that my friends is the most basic truth of this election. Obama has not earned my vote, and intimidation tactics will not get me to vote for him. Extortion will not get me to vote for him. Abusive behavior will not get me to vote for him. Disenfranchisement will not get me to vote for him.

Happy Birthday!

To My Darling Soopermouse:

I can't be there in person to make you a real cake, so this will have to do. I am so happy that we have become friends. Because of you, I have spent mountains of hours watching holocaust documentaries just so I can keep up with you in our epic debates. You are also my best insight into the minds of Eastern European boys and heavy metal music, and weird YouTube videos.

Happy birthday. Maybe I'll find a way to be there in person for your next one.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

A Common Misconception

I hate cauliflower. I mean I really hate cauliflower. I like most other veggies. Spinach, broccoli, asparagus, even brussell sprouts when cooked right. But I cannot imagine any scenario where I see cauliflower as anything other than an ugly blight on the vegetable world.

But other people like it. I can't imagine why they do, but it happens. It happens often enough that it is always for sale at my grocery store. Always. And yet I keep shopping at that store. I don't boycott the store. I haven't written to my congressman asking him to pass a resolution that cauliflower is the root (or veg) of all evil. I simply refrain from buying or eating cauliflower myself. And I can still sneer at cauliflower eaters and snarkily ask them why they would put such and ugly, nasty thing in their mouths.

Human rights work the same way. I don't like most of the Christian religion. I won't go to their churches or share their beliefs. But I also am not writing my congressman to tell him that Christianity is the root of all evil and should be outlawed. But I still raise an eyebrow at the fundies and make fun of their belief in the magical sky fairy.

So when the fundies, of whatever religious flavor - Christian, Mormon, Muslim, whatever, pull out their "You're mere existence steps on my rights" crap. I want to tie them down and force feed them cauliflower. They are wrong.

That gay people exist and should have the same human rights to marry and be parents is not infringing on anyones rights to believe that gays are the root of all evil. You can believe that till until the magical sky fairy returns for all I care. But you don't get to legislate their rights away. Just like I, as a reasonable human being in the world, will not legislate the cauliflower away. Gays exist, cauliflowers exist, women who want control of their own bodies exist. And their right to exist trumps your desire to not feel uncomfortable.

No one will ever force a fundy to have hot gay sex. Or prevent a hetero couple from marrying because a smoking lesbian wants the bride. But on a daily basis, gay couples are kept from marrying the people they love and kept from providing stable homes to foster kids while fundies scream cause it makes them feel icky inside to imagine the "wrong" body parts lining up in a dark bedroom somewhere.

Inspired by this clip from 30 days posted at Jezebel (Sorry OD, it's a habit i'm trying to break) that I can't find an embeddable link for.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

RQ Cooks- Dijon Pork Roast

So you know how food prices are skyrocketing because of gas prices? You know about those midwestern floods that have demolished huge swaths of farmland. You know that the combo of those two things is going to make trips to the grocery store a luxury for many of us?

I am probably going to have to start pulling out cheaper and cheaper recipes. Dear gawd please spare me from a steady diet of ramen noodles. I don't like them.

The other day I found a giant (5 lbs) pork roast with just a wee bone in it for 10 bucks. It's enough meat for 3 or 4 meals.

I was trying to figure out how to season it and first made a lemony marinade. But we were out of honey to thicken it up. So I used molasses and some other seasonings. Before I wasted 10 pounds of meat, I took a good sniff of the marinade. It was bad. Really really bad. Like I couldn't believe a combination of things that were not spoiled or rancid could smell that bad. So I dumped it down the drain and went simple.

I salted and peppered the roast generously. Then I scraped out the remains of a jar of dijon mustard, mixed it with a generous helping of minced garlic, and gave the roast a meat massage with it. I threw it in the crock pot on low overnight and today we have a mountain of the most tender, delicious pork ever. It literally melts in your mouth.

I've decided to make lemony roasted potatoes to cure the citrus craving I'm having. I think I'm going to do a modified Lebanese style potato, with lemon juice, olive oil, and lots of parsley. If you have never smelled the awesome that is lemon parsley and olive oil, they you are truly missing one of the best scent combos ever.

And maybe glazed carrots using the molasses. Or not. Maybe just a shredded carrot salad with some raspberry vinegar for kick.

A Few Quick Bitchez

Hi All!

First, work on the book is going, but slowly. I have so much of it in my head and wish I could just drill a hole behind my ear and pour all this stuff out onto paper. But alas, we are not that high tech yet. Many thanks to Soopermouse and Ruthzilla who are letting me steal some of their teenage stories to fill in the pages. You two rock the casbah.

Now a few things I want to bitch about:

Katherine Heigl took herself out of the running for an Emmy this year because what the writers gave her to work with was crap. It's true, they totally dumbed her down. They turned a previously interesting character into a mushy, insecure doormat. She finally has enough power to do something about it, and she did. Yay for her. I didn't hear so much hating when George Clooney felt the same way about ER. But Katherine's a girl, so naturally she should just shut up and be grateful that anyone would write her anything.

Teenage pregnancy pacts- totally fiction. I could have told you that one. Hey skeevy principal, if you feel the need to lie and smear young girls so as to keep your job then you are in the wrong line of work. You should try working for the Obama campaign or the media. Both are experts at smearing women for personal gain.

Consider this an open bitchfest. Something bugging you. Need to rant, to rave. Leave it in comments. Come on, you know you wanna.

Monday, June 23, 2008

RIP George Carlin

You taught my about NIMBY when I was just a wee kid sneaking peaks at you on HBO. But this is probably why I love you the best.

The Obots just keep making Michelle malkin look classy

Paula Abeles, Clinton supporter turned McCain endorser has had the Obot treatment. The Obots, unhappy that she just won't drink the fucking koolaid, published her private contact info and now she and her family are receiving death threats.

Nice. Way to stay classy Obama. Your bots are starting to remind me of the Hitler youth.

Conversations with the Kid

Kid:we are at an impass-ay

Me: it's impasse. Passe means something else

Kid: what?

Me: It means you are behind the times. Like so 5 minutes ago. Au currant means you are totally right now.

Kid: so what if I am totally furturistic

Me: Oh they have people who are paid to imagine what the future is like, they are called futurists

Kid: Do they need to study a lot of psychology.

Me: I think so.

Kid: That's what I want to be then- a futurist forensic anthropologist

ME: So you want to figure out how people want to die in the future.

Kid: yes, that is exactly right.

Me: Dude, you're weird.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

They really are as fucking crazy as we think they are

From Vastleft comes a list of Pro BO comments in Florida, you know those half people in the southern most reaches of the country.

I'm just gonna quote one here. I think it sums up the cult of Obama pretty succinctly.

Bolds mine, natch

Listen pall….take your shit somewhere else…no one wants to hear it on this site…..go stand on your soapbox with McCain supporters..nothing you say means anything to me…Obama could murder somebody at this point and I would still vote for him… other words…go f*@& yourself!!!

Meet the new Dems. Aren't you proud of what our party has become?

It is fucking personal

A response to a friend who thinks I shouldn't take his Hillary hate personally:

If I supported a candidate who thought that death threats against you were okay, or that had no problem addressing black members of the press as son, or boy- you might understand that it is fucking personal. Misogyny hurts every woman, not just the one it's directed at. I hate Obama with a fiery fucking passion, but I still stand up to people that make fucking monkey sock puppet Obama dolls cause I know it hurts more than just Obama. It hurts people I care about.

If I told you to get over it when people publish pictures of Michelle Obama being lynched- would you take it personally? What if someone called Obama a dumb n*gger? Would you take it personally? What if thousands of Hillary supporters started trolling blogs run by people of color and saying things like "shine my shoes you fucking jungle monkey" Would you take it personally?

It is fucking personal. The democratic party wants the women to shut up and get back in the voting booth, despite the black eyes and broken ribs we've gotten from our party. It is fucking personal.

So you coming back like this, full of the same lines, hurts me.