Horrible Admissions
I admitted to liking a certain super trashy pop song over at the Pink place last week, so I thought you all should get your own admissions here to.
I, super chef and dinner party thrower extraodinaire, have some really heinous guilty pleasures when it comes to food.
1) Spicy pork rinds. They tear up my mouth and make my eyes water. And I love them.
2) Tostitos queso dip. It’s velveta with hydrogenated pepper chunks in it. It’s basically melted plastic. But it’s really really good over chili cheese fritos.
3) Vienna Sausages. They are little salty meat sticks covered in an odd jelly slime. I eat these in the dark and make the Kid buy them so no one will see them in my possession .
Alright kids- I dished. I fully expect you all to share in comments. What food(s) are you ashamed to buy but love to eat?
The Human Tribe and some other stuff
Wonder and I had a giggly, manic phone conversation till the wee hours last night. Some highlights include:
The use of the southern y’all versus you guys. I don’t like y’all, but I like the gender specific you guys even less. I have decided to use “you peeps” instead. It is gender neutral and has the added bonus conjuring up images of fluffy marshmallow chicks.
Our family has a very distinct way of speaking. I wasn’t raised around my cousins and it wasn’t until a few years ago that I started seeing them on what could be considered a regular basis. When I took my first 2 week long Christmas vacation to the family compound, I was weirded out by all these women who have the same squeaky voice as me, who use the same inflections as me, the same weird phrases as me. We say “I suppose” and “exxXactly” way too much.
Wonder and I were also talking about how people everywhere are racist. I think it’s the tribal thing- we all want to categorize who belongs and who doesn’t.
So from that thought- this morning I decided that if we really want to end global warming – we need to dress it up as a two headed alien with acid green skin. That way we can look at all the other humans and say “We are way more like each other than we are like the green monster” and get over ourselves.
Wanna make someone act like an asshole, tell them it’s their job
There is a story going around the internets about a 22 year old woman who was gangraped by fellow KBR/Halliburton employees in Iraq. She was then thrown into a shipping container, refused medical treatment and told not to tell anyone. She only escaped because a sympathetic guard let her use his cell phone to call her dad.
Amanda wonders why the guard didn’t do more. I don’t. I know that it takes a very special type of psychology to be a “helper” in these cases where MOST people who are told they have a job to do would follow orders, even if those orders are morally repugnant. Study after study has shown that people who are doing a job will commit heinous act, the most notables being the Milgram experiment and the Stanford Prison Experiment, if it is part of their job. In the Stanford experiment only one person out of over 50 objected to the way the prisoners were being treated.
There are some specific traits to “helper” types, while there are no outstanding traits to those who would inflict pain. Helpers generally have a parent who was highly ethical and held them to high ethical expectations, they usually come from some kind of marginalized group like a religious minority and they have an adventurous spirit.
For everybody else, doing a job that you have been told to do is more important than how you feel about the job. There is a responsibility trade off. The actors give up moral responsibility, they are just doing what they are told, and take on the physical responsibility of the actual work of inflicting pain. When you give people in a group this kind of work, they are even less likely to question it than if you give it to an individual.
So while we may be horrified (I certainly am) at the behavior of the KRB men who raped this woman and their fellow employees who prevented her from getting help, it is not surprising. MOST of us would behave the same way in the same circumstances. And that is probably the saddest statement on the state of humanity that there is.
News from the home front
I have been under some major stress. About a week ago I got a legal notice from my landlord that they are trying to evict me. This same landlord has recently raised my rent without giving the required 60 days notice, (actually she gave it to me after the effective date of the rent increase with a note that said I owed x amount in back rent plus late fees) and I have been without cabinet doors in my kitchen or heat in my bedroom (okay, there is a heater but it’s a fire hazard and not usable) for going on two years now.
Yep- I haven’t paid my rent since October. Granted, I have no idea what my actual rent amount is since she raised it and despite being pretty damn patient I am not in the mood to spend another winter sleeping in the living room, effectively turning my two bedroom apartment into a one bedroom because it’s too damn cold to sleep upstairs.
So I sent my little non-legalese response to her attorney. I don’t know how this is going to turn out. Kid and I may end up homeless for Christmas. But just having sent in the response I feel better.
Wish me luck- I think it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
They really don’t pay me enough
So student I have never met before comes into the lab on the second to last day of the quarter to finish a project. He asks for help on the computer. No problem, that’s my job.
Then- problem.
“Can you show me how to multiply these numbers?”
I go over, take a look, happy to help until I see that he is trying to do a spreadsheet in a drawing program. “No, you can’t multiply in a drawing program, here’s the calculator”.
Five minutes later…
“Uhm, is there a better calculator?”
“Why?”
“This won’t do percents, there’s no percent sign”.
Dear gawd- I am here to teach computers. I am not here to teach eight grade math. But I do.
“A percent is a part of a whole. There is never a percent sign on a calculator. You can multiply it by .15 to get 15 percent and then add that to the original number or you can multiply it by 1.15 and skip the adding part”.
I am a shamelss thief
Brandann should be posting this, since she sent it to me. But OMG! Funniest shit ever.
Go see this and then check out the other items people bought to go with it.
Lotto Shopping
Kid and I play the “If we won the lotto” game, a lot (when you have nothing, everything is a big dream- go with it).
So today we were playing the where would we travel game
Christmas in florida with the fam and a real trip to disneyworld
A visit to some silly girl in Hawaii that keeps stalking me on the internet in February
School trip (over 3000 per person) to Spain and France in march
Nate’s (the Kid) regular Atlanta trip in July while Mommy goes and drinks wine in Hungary
Japan in August
Mexico to see Mayan ruins and for dias de los muertos in November
Then- cause I’m all inclusive and shit, I got Brandann involved (being that she is the crazy stalker in Hawaii- if I am planning an imaginary trip to visit her i should include her)
So here are a few more destinations:
Taiwan
India
Cuba
Any other suggestions? I’d like to see the Hermitage in Russia, and London, and Rome is my favorite city ever.
Consent and Kids
From a story over at Feministe I learned about a 10 year old Australian girl who was gang raped by men ranging between 14 and 26 years old. The men were given probation because the girl “probably agreed” to having sex with them, all 9 of them. Yeah right.
First, the age of consent in Australia is 16.
Kid comes home
from the library and in his best imitation of a moaning whale yells
“Foooooooooooooooood”
So of course I respond with
“Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude’
“Foooooooooooooooooood”
“Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude”
“Fooooooooooooooooood”
“Mooooooooooooooooood”
