Best Thrift Store Find Ever

You know, I’ve made some pretty great thrift store finds, but my brother made the best one. And seeing as how there’s a no return policy, he married her yesterday. I even polished up my horns for the occasion. It’s not every day a girl gets a new sister, you know.

Congratulations, big brother. Here’s to many happy years!

The Intersection of Sports and Politics

I grew up as a not-exactly-white girl in Oklahoma, so naturally it was always assumed I must be Native American. No seriously, I had to explain to my second grade teacher** that Filipino* is, in fact, not a tribe. Still, I was assigned to wear the feathers in the school plays. They were very authentic, you know. Dark hair, olive complexion, kinda slanted eyes, no nose bridge-totally pass for one of them Red Men that call this state home. *eye roll*

The only thing worse than terrible stereotypes is being incorrectly cast as a pawn for someone else’s terrible stereotype. Close enough, right? Terrible stereotypes aside, they were at least making some effort at paying respect to the culture. I suppose it’s the thought that counts.

Don’t feel sorry for me here. I got to be on stage***. I wasn’t feeling especially ‘discriminated against’ at the time. The attention! It’s Mine! Precious….

Where was I going again?

Oh right! I was meandering around to find a tie into LabRat’s excellent piece on the brouhaha over some sportball team and their lamentable name and mascot. (And I got an excuse to work ‘brouhaha’ into a blog post.) She’s absolutely right, and I agree with every word. You’re going to have to go over there to read them for yourself.

No, there is no ‘white guilt’ at play here. Just an expectation that although people should have every right to be assholes, more would choose not to be.

*Yes, I do have a very little Native American heritage mixed into my proudly mutt pedigree, but it is far less than my red-haired, pale-skinned hubby has in his.

**She gave me a packet for my parents to fill out so I could ‘get on the rolls’ . 

***I also once played a squirrel with a speaking part. I said, “Look! Here come the ducks!” I lacked shame from an early age.

Trying Something New

Trying a new spam blocker thing. (This one, if you’re curious. It sounded entertaining.) Please let me know if you are unable to comment. If it is working correctly, you shouldn’t notice anything. If it catches a false positive, it might generate a sarcastic auto response. If you are a real person and get one, please send me an email and let me know.

Thanks.

Sigh

Well I appear to be back online after fighting with a plugin gone rogue. And in madly tearing out the plating in an effort to excise the demons, I borked up higher-caliber.com.

I’m a bad, bad admin. It should be back soon, but it’s completely my fault that the theme will have been lost and potentially all the pictures that had been uploaded.

I got gremlin hunting fever. There was collateral damage.

Thankfully, I was able to save the content, but take this as my public apology for making quite a mess.

ETA: It’s alive! Got them up and running again.

At The Away Game

Oh the things that make me laugh before coffee. This was going through my head when I got up this morning and so I dropped it over at Tam’s place.

And then I thought to myself, “Hey Self! You’ve got a blog that’s kinda needing material. Ctrl-C; Ctrl-V that randomness posthaste!”

When you’re thirsty, feeling dry,
When the main’s been cut upstream, You won’t have to cry.
I’m a side by side. Oh! Enough for a bathtub.
When tap just won’t turn on.
Like a fridge full of bottled water
When the plumbing’s down
Like a fridge full of bottled water
When the plumbing’s down

(I should apologize to Simon and maybe even Garfunkel, but I’m blaming my brother. He wants me to sing the real version for his wedding. Hopefully this won’t pop out.)

And so I did. You’re welcome.

Men Don’t Rape

Rapists rape. Some rapists happen to be male and others happen to be female. Most of them understand that what they are doing is wrong. They’ve been told that they have no right to another person’s body and they don’t care. They are beyond education.

Treating men as if they are all rapists is disgusting and wrong. The vast majority of men don’t need to be taught not to rape because they aren’t rapists. And rapists can’t be taught.

Rapists can only be avoided, resisted, and punished. That is not blaming the victim. Doing otherwise is enabling the perpetrator.

You want to teach rapists not to rape? Great! Let’s start by promoting an environment where we respect each other as autonomous human beings with rights and privileges to our own bodies. Oh but you can’t stop there. Let’s talk about consent and how it’s not really consent where there is coercion. See? No victim blaming here. For the vast majority of people, we’re done. In a perfect world, that’s all we’d need.

You’re right, I should be able to take a nap in a dark alley while naked. It’s not fair that I can’t and it’s not my fault either. But that’s not the world we will in. We share our lives with a subset of monsters. Not the kind we imagine live under the bed, but those that look just like the rest of us. Why not go chat with Peter about rape culture? Hmm

So let’s continue our education of the rapists, shall we?

Now, let’s teach them that there are dire consequences for violating another human being. Consequences up to and including death to the perpetrator of such actions.

Court systems and law enforcement can only play a small role here. No, the consequences must happen as an immediate effect when warranted. In order to do that, people must be willing and able to protect their own body autonomy with force sufficient to overwhelm the attacker. The rapist has already failed to learn the lesson of respect for their fellow human beings so let’s appeal to a more primitive drive: fear.

I don’t want to live in fear of rapists. I want them to live in fear of a victim that will fight back and deliver swift justice for their crimes. I want them afraid for their very lives.

And here ends the lesson.

Michael Z Williamson has an excellent piece on the matter.

Incompatible With Life

Three words you don’t want to hear at a prenatal appointment. It’s supposed to fun and exciting to see your baby on that screen. To hear their heart beat. To make plans for your bundle of joy.

It should not be the day you being planning a funeral. And yet that’s exactly what happened to Erik and Sabra. It’s absolutely heartbreaking. I can’t even wrap my brain around what they must be feeling right now.

On top of that, they are facing eviction by a truly heartless landlord. And they are having car issues as well. Erin’s got some more details about the needs there.

They’ve set up a YouCaring site with an all too humble goal. No one should have to plan their child’s funeral. Please let them know they aren’t alone. Keep them in your thoughts and prayers as they walk this devastating path.

For Your Consideration

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to meet Tin Can Assassin and his family. Progeny is a delightfully spirited child with a powerful drive for exploration.

Without diving into the details, he’s in need of some help. Too much of what should have remained private has been made public already. My hope is that the situation can be resolved to the benefit of all parties but particularly for Progeny. She’s a sweet girl, and she doesn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of all of this.

Take a minute and consider the situation.

I don’t know why his estranged wife feels like she isn’t safe, but she isn’t a bad person. I do not believe she has malicious intent. However, I also do not believe that Tin Can Assassin is at fault. I believe that she is very truly hurt and frightened and should not be demonized here. Unfortunately, it has come to the point where it is important for attorneys to get involved.

Review the situation and do what you feel is right.