Wednesday, February 28, 2007

22's going to be good...

Saturday morning Mo took me to the aquarium to make up for going to Paris on my birthday

Then today these made my day when they were delivered to my apt. right before work - from my Cynthia-Sunshine

I also have gotten presents and a cake from my momma and a card with $ from my grandparents just in time for spring break :)

SO excited for this weekend!

Here's to the Third Wave

Exclusivity is not the way to build a movement.

A discussion on 'Fun Feminism' by Twisty

“Feminism isn’t ‘fun.’ It’s not about shopping for cheap campy crap at the ‘Boobtique’ or getting off. It’s about political action on behalf of a class of people who are culturally, socially, politically, intellectually, physically, and violently oppressed, impoverished, abused, enslaved, objectified, raped and murdered. I tell you whut.”*

Let me make the point that it isn't that FEMINISTS aren't fun but that the point of BEING a feminist is serious and is not up capitalization.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Did I shave my vagina for this?

"You're going to have to take care of your own tent"

I'm a child

This weekend we went to Good Times for the best surprise party I've ever been to (kudos to Julie) Here are my favorite pictures (sorry there's not one of the wine on my coat...which is still there):

Winning tickets for army men.


Monika pretended like she didn't want the pirate teeth.

Shooting the army man off Ari's head = Skill.

eating cake

I shot Ari straight through the heart. twice

poor guys never stood a chance

Irish Flag jello shots. with extra whipped cream

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Let's talk about boys!

My second comment on feministing. We're always talking about how the world affects girls - let's start talking about how it affects boys too.

"your aura is PURPLE!"

Your Aura is Purple

Your Personality: You're a dreamer and visionary. You believe you were put on this earth to do something great.

You in Love: You're very passionate but often too busy for love. You need a man who sees your vision and adopts it as his own.

Your Career: You need a job that helps you make a difference. You have a bright future as a guru, politician, teacher, or musician.

10 points to the person that can name the movie...

Snowshoeing part 2

Like my hat?

Monday, February 19, 2007

Visiting NH

The HexaYurt is a prototype in preparation to construct a similar model at BurNing Man when my dad and I go this summer. We plan to call it "practical politics". We made it out of campaign signs stolen from the side of the road. Living in NH has it's perks!

Liz has also made the mistake of telling me that I could bring "as many people as you want" to the wedding in August, officiated by Rev. Ratzo featuring my father ballroom dancing.

Friday, February 16, 2007


I set my alarm for the wrong day this morning and woke up 5 minutes after class had started. And it's my favorite class too.

I went to the gym to make up for it.

I'm coming back and I walk into the building and hear organ churchy music, pretty loud, playing in the lobby. I looked in the mailroom, thought maybe the cleaning people were playing music, looking for speakers in the ceiling that I didn't know existed. There was someone working on the broken elevator - maybe they like organ pieces while they concentrate?

No. It was my iPod. The music was litterally in my head coming from my earbuds. I figured it out when the organ faded into "Faith" by George Michaels. Yep.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Abortions are FUN!

I'm Totally Psyched About This Abortion
By Caroline Weber
April 28, 1999

I know, I know, I've heard all the arguments: Abortion stops a beating heart. It's a child, not a choice. Every life is precious. Well, I don't care what the pro-lifers say... I am totally psyched for this abortion!

Like I said, my decision to terminate my pregnancy isn't for lack of hearing the opposing view. I'm exposed to pro-life messages all the time—on billboards, in magazines and on television. And I certainly didn't miss that angry crowd of picketers shouting at me as I was happily skipping to the women's health clinic to make the appointment for my big day. Those pro-life activists made it pretty clear that, unlike me, they actually think abortion is bad and to be avoided. Are they nuts? Abortion is the best!

As I pushed my way through the crowd, one of the picketers yelled, "How could you do this? How could you kill a child?" What? It's more like, "How could I wait this long?" It wasn't until now that I was lucky enough to be pregnant with a child I had no means to support. I tell you, for a long time, I thought it would never happen to me!

So, to all of you pro-lifers who are trying to rain on my parade, keep it to yourself, because I don't have the time for that kind of negativity. I've got an abortion to plan, and I just know it's going to be the best non-anesthetized invasive uterine surgery ever!

The funny thing is, I actually have the pro-life movement to thank for this opportunity. If my HMO wouldn't have bowed to their pressure not to cover oral contraceptives, I never would've gotten pregnant in the first place. Then what would I be doing a week from Thursday? I'll tell you what I wouldn't be doing: going to an awesome abortion clinic where I'll be the center of attention from the minute I put my feet up in those stirrups. I wouldn't be looking forward to induced dilation of my cervical opening and suctioning of my uterus, either. And I sure as heck wouldn't get the chance to have a doctor insert a metal instrument into my womb to dislodge tissue from my uterine wall!

I seriously cannot wait for all the hemorrhaging and the uterine contractions. This abortion is going to be so amazing. I'm definitely taking lots of pictures so I can remember every last detail of the whole experience for years to come and share my great memories with all of my friends, family and co-workers. What an easy decision this was!

I realize there are people who will criticize me, calling me selfish and immature because I took "the easy way out." I realize there are those who will condemn me to hell for what I'm about to do. Well, I don't care what they say: It's worth it for all the fun and laughs I'm going to have at the clinic. So listen up, world: I'm pro-abortion... and I love it! See you at my post-abortion party, everybody!

(Monika: it's a satire. Notice how she's commenting on not being able to get birth control to prevent the abortion because of the same people who protest the abortion?)

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Birthday update:

DancingGrapes: hi. my birthday is on march 2. 2 weeks from friday
DancingGrapes: you'll be required to attend
MaLiciOsa2772: it must involve alcohol and nudity

Confirmed guests are:
MONIKA (Jello shot extraordinare)
Katherine (etc.)
Ken (Minister-to-be)
His brother


WEAK. I'm going to need a better showing from you people. Comment to RSVP so that I have a respectable number of guests to plan for. Thanks.

Drugs are sexist.

I had to ask my mom last night about my health insurance so I would know in time for a dr. appt Thursday. It will be my first gyn appointment in almost 4 years, my second ever. My mom goes "But you shouldn't have any reason for a gyn appointment, right?" Then she reminded me that I should probably look into "that vaccination".

Here is my conundrum: I hate the marketing for Gardasil. HATE it. This is a drug that prevents 4 most common types of HPV. HPV is a sexually transmitted disease which means that anyone having sex is at risk for the virus. These 4 strains are responsible for 70% of cases of cervical cancer and 90% of cases of genital warts. They have also been linked to cancer of the penis. Clearly HPV is not gender specific. WHY then, is the vaccine to prevent it being marketed exclusively to women??? Girls, to be more specific (the vaccine is most effective before one is sexually active).

Gardasil ads market the drug as a vaccine to prevent cervical cancer. Certainly it may, but that's a fringe benefit. Really it prevents an STD. Which is still AWESOME. But why aren't we talking about it? Why aren't boys asked to take responsibility for safer sex and vaccinate themselves? Why is it that women are ALWAYS the ones asked to step up and protect not only themselves, but the entire society. Women are responsible for birth control, women are responsible for getting tested, women are responsible for the repercussions of unintended pregnancy AND, aparently, for the transmission of STDS. Newsflash: women don't transmit STDs by themselves.

What's more, Texas recently passed, and Massachusetts has introduced laws which would require middle school girls to get the vaccine. WHAT ABOUT BOYS!?!?! Why not - like every other vaccine - make the requirement universal???

Here's an equal opportunity for men to take personal responsibility for their sexuality! Here's an opportunity for men to step up and take charge of their lives and health and bodies, not to mention their future sexual partners. If you're having sex, or plan on having sex, it should be a priority to be protected in all ways possible!

Instead ladies, once again it's up to us.

I'll probably still get it.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Northeastern is a Rape Free Zone

In spirit anyway:

V-Day 02/12/2007 07:48:50 AM

WHEREAS: V-Day is a global movement to stop violence against women and girls for which annual theatrical and artistic events are produced around the world to raise money and transform consciousness generating broader attention for the fight to stop worldwide violence against women and girls; and

WHEREAS: Violence against women does not distinguish between class, race, age or locality. Women are beaten in thatched huts, back alleys, plush hotel suites, college dorms, high-rise apartments and trailer parks. Women are sold into sexual slavery, burned with acids and mutilated as little girls. Although the particular form of violence may vary from culture to culture, as a result women spend most of their lives recovering from, resisting, or surviving violence rather than creating and thriving; and

WHEREAS: The money raised through V-Day and on its behalf, is directly donated to grassroots national and international organizations and programs that work to end rape, battery, incest, female genital mutilation (FGM) and sexual slavery; and

WHEREAS: V-Day showcases the creativity of women through theatrical events and performances, “The Vagina Monologues” being the centerpiece of these events,

Now, therefore, be it resolved, that I, Philomena V. Mantella, Senior Vice President for Enrollment and Student Affairs, do hereby declare our Northeastern University a Rape Free Zone and formally welcome V-Day to Northeastern University.

Signed and sealed this February 2007

Philomena V. Mantella, Senior Vice President for Enrollment and Student Affairs
Northeastern University

Northeastern University Presents Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues this February 15 & 16 at 8PM in Blackman Auditorium. Tickets: $15. All proceeds go directly to V-Day Worldwide, The Elizabeth Stone House and Rosie’s Place.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Proud big sister!

This blog is dedicated to my baby sister. I gave her a "This is what a feminist looks like" T-shirt for Christmas two years ago and she's been doing it proud ever since. She's graduating highschool in June in the top 5 of her class, will have a black belt in karate, and did her sr. project on rock climbing (and picked up the instructor while she was at it)

Blonde2theb1: i'm going to concord tomorrow to support the repeal of the parental notification law in new hampshire
Blonde2theb1: and i commented on the ad in your blog*
Blonde2theb1: and i did a college interview for middlebury today
Blonde2theb1: the woman and i got to talking about my thing tomorrow in concord and women's rights
Blonde2theb1: then she let me borrow her copy of the vagina monologues
Blonde2theb1: it was a good interview

*Amanda's addition to the commentary on the billboard I posted about a few days ago:
This is not about the body being beautiful, this is about the symbolism of an entire freeway passing through a woman’s open legs. But let’s all be thankful that the village slut can now be a little more comfortable while she services the entire commuting population. While you’re giggling to yourself about such a clever ad campaign, ask yourself what it means that the beautiful human body can now be conveniently reduced to two legs and a highway system. That’s all she really needs right?

Holyman 4 hire. (some shmuck)
Would someone please filter all the feminist screeching. Or at least distract them with some crap ass emotional story about children on the Oprah show.
How about that ad being changed to a lube covered hairy mans fist on one side and a bare ass twink boy bent over on the opposite side. Not my cup of tea but then I would just laugh at the ad while driving by. Sex is just sex and if you can’t understand this then good luck with enjoying it. And the loser half/man who agreed with the fem-baby’s should think about his sexual re-assignment surgery soon.

Feminism is for everybody with a beating heart and a functioning brain. It seems you’re lacking in both.

The life of a Jet-setter

cduggan84: would u be interested in going to ireland at the end of the semester?DancingGrapes: perhaps
DancingGrapes: it would depend on if i were going to south america
cduggan84: right

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Discuss amongst yourselves

so the commentary on this picture was pretty horrifying for the most part. Fortunately Tara and I set em right.

Great Start

honeybgirl83: Good morning :) I hope you have a great day :)

My resident printed my homework for me and left it on the table last night, my roommate made enough coffee for everyone, I went to the gym for the SECOND time this week instead of going back to bed after my 8am AND I came home to a great day message.

BigFish704: i'm jealous of your team of loyal servants

I'm having a full glass kinda day so far :)

Monday, February 5, 2007

24 Days

Smartass: "then your bday / Adam / Rosso / Kyle visiting" (brother, friend turning 21, best friend)
Me: "thanks for my birthday being on the top of the lineup"
Smartass: "oh that's the most important part for me"
Smartass: "I'm so excited for your birthday"
Smartass: "so I can shower you with gifts"
Smartass: "and adoration"
Smartass: "so many gifts"

Abandoning the sarcasm, this should be an example for everyone. 24 shopping days left. Contact me if you need a wish list.

That is all.

-2 Degrees

Got up this morning, treated myself to some pre-made coffee and started my day talking some social justice. Namely violence against women. I wish I could start every day talking with people as enlightened and committed to creating change in our world. It gets me pumped.

Test in music. I was the 2nd one done, which is pretty regular for me but always makes me nervous. It can either mean that I'm just way more on my game than everyone else, or I just fucked up bad. We shall see which one this time.

So that leaves me over an hour to sit around before my next class (12.15ish to 1.25). I went and sat outside the classroom, was patiently reading my text. Round about 1.10 some other ladies show up. One actually checks the door and realizes that class is cancelled. I even checked my email to make sure nothing was amiss today. I sat around for an hour on the floor. Just because I'm too trusting to check the door. Ohhhhh my.

Nothing to report from the weekend. I got a new digital camera from my mom (belated Christmas) but haven't had anything photo worthy happen. Mostly because instead of going out and doing anything college-student worthy, I stayed holed up and played Guitar Hero. ALL WEEKEND. Legit 8+ hours on Saturday. Don't judge me.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Top Secret mission. More like 1998

Matt, Carrie, Amanda, Me

My dad came home from the dump one day with a deflated inflatable boat. We spent the day in preparation for "A Top Secret Mission" by finding holes and patching them with super glue and duct tape. When deemed sea worthy, we held a meeting in the basement. No light. No chance of implanted recording devices. Our Mission: to put a hat on the indian on Indian Island. We recieved our assignments, donned our camo, and went over the mission plan.

Dad drove the motor boat up to 100 yards of target. Matt and I slipped into said inflatable boat (only moderately inflated). Dad drifted backwards and turned off all lights and sound. We were on our own. As Matt and I pattled stealthily to the island, Carrie kept watch with the night vision goggles and Amanda held communication silence over the radios. We arived, Matt put grass in his bandana.

Upon inspection, the indian was taller than we had expected. I would have to climb on Matt's shoulders to reach. He complained about this for awhile. Second obstical: the indian's head was too big for the Marine hat! This was turning out to be more difficult than planned. We had already been on the island too long. I improvised, perched on Matt's shoulders, and tied the string as best I could around indian's neck. We then sounded a hasty retreat.

The hat was still perched the next day as we innocently drove by to get groceries.

Mission accomplished.