“Women in jeans ‘cannot be raped'”

Words can’t describe how angry this makes me.


Don’t tell me how to vote!

I work on a college campus, which means that during lunch I almost always end up walking through an area with a large number of students. Of these, half are either sitting at tables shouting at me to join their organization or buy their baked goods, and the other half thrusting small pieces of paper in my face.

Today, a friend and I were braving the crowd and came between two girls handing out leaflets. One was supporting Obama, the other Clinton. The Clinton supporter was on my side, and when I didn’t take her leaflet she said “You’re a woman! Vote for Hillary!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around (while still walking) and shouted back, “I don’t vote like that!” She retorted with, “I don’t either…!” (I didn’t hear how it ended)

Look, kids. Yes, I’ll be voting in the Democratic primary. Yes, I’ll probably vote Democrat for the President, even if the candidate I like now isn’t running. But no, you can’t tell me to vote for Hillary because we’re both women. What if, hypothetically speaking, I didn’t agree with her fundamentally? Should I still support her even though she may not be the candidate that I want running the country?

I’m not stupid. I know that people actually vote based on these types of things. But I’m going to try to be blind to the fact that one of the Democratic candidates is a woman, and the other is black. Call me crazy, but I think the best way to go about it is to vote on the issues.

No sir

We finally got around to paying the pet deposit at our apartment (we wanted to make sure Ella didn’t belong to someone else), and the form they gave us to sign mentions that cats must be declawed. Um, excuse me?

No, no, and no.

I’m not sure how adamant they are about this. Hopefully this is just the attitude of the giant corporation that owns our apartment complex, not the apartment staff themselves. I can’t believe that they would try to force cat owners to do something so painful to their pet. There will be some major fighting about this if they insist that we declaw Ella. It won’t happen.


Parents of MySpace hoax victim seek justice

Apologies to those who have seen this already and are tired of the story. I just can’t understand how people can do these things.

Last minute post

Through their incredible insensitivity for their neighbors, the kids downstairs have reminded me that I haven’t post yet today, and it’s 11:48 PM. This hasn’t happened in a while, the kids downstairs being this ridiculous. They love their video games, and even invite their other kid friends over to play them late at night during the week. They obviously have a surround sound system down there in the bedroom under mine, and they love to turn that damn sound up when they get to playing.

About two months ago I knocked on their door at midnight to ask them to turn it down, and the boy that opened the door (not kidding, he can’t be more than 20 or 21) denied hearing anything of the sort. Amazingly though, when I got back upstairs the sound was gone and I didn’t hear it for about a month. Then I’d hear them play their games early at night, but by 10 they had turned things off or at least down. Now, though, they’ve grown back their balls or something, because they’re playing their obnoxious video games at almost midnight on a MONDAY NIGHT.

Since I’ve already gone down there and talked to them, I don’t think it’s rude of me to go ahead and call the cops if this continues late into the night. Yeah, it’s a little extreme, but I’m getting cranky in my old age and I’ve got to go to work tomorrow, unlike these jerks downstairs. (I can’t believe how incredibly tired I am of college kids.)

Do you have any stupid neighbors like this?

Time stamp woes

WordPress, we need to have a chat. Your time stamp has never been accurate, but I’ve let it go because really, it’s not one of the important things in my day-to-day life. But this month, it’s worth noting. Because this month, if I post every day, I could win something.

Maybe I should have explained this to you before you decided to post my entries with the next day’s date. I don’t know why this started, but I do know when. November 14. See, I know I wrote this when I took a sick day, and that sick day was on Wednesday, November 14. I was sitting on the same couch I’m sitting on today, getting ready to get some wedding planning done. I know that the post was on the web for all to see that day, because I always view my page after I’ve posted. But for some reason, I didn’t look at the date on the posted entry. And that’s when you pulled a fast one on me. You said I posted that on November 15, Thursday. No sir, I was at work on November 15.

So I did what I had to do. I went back and edited the time stamp. I realize that this simple act may disqualify me from getting a amazing prize, but I just think the truth should be told. I haven’t missed a day yet, and even something as mean-spirited as an erroneous time stamp isn’t going to keep me from reaching my goal. So every day before I hit “Publish,” I’m going to check that time stamp. Because now I’m a smarter, more informed woman. And I will never be wrongly time stamped again.

UPDATE: I found the error and have fixed it. Hopefully I shall never have to edit my time stamp again.

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

Just, no.