Yesterday was Administrative Professionals' Day, formerly known as Secretaries' Day, and I got a pretty decent haul from it. Actually, another "administrative professional" and I traded gifts. She thought her beautiful, big, mostly blue flowers were gaudy, and I got a yummy-looking flourless chocolate cake. The problem with a flourless chocolate cake, for those of you who aren't allergic to turkey, chicken and eggs and don't have to think about these things, is that they tend to have a hell of a lot of eggs in them, more than a regular cake. Thankfully we take the same bus home, so we could trade away from our bosses, who *were* really nice. I also got a $20 Barnes and Noble gift card. And lunch was catered in. And I got out two and a half hours early and saw L'Ailee at her work. Very, very cool.
I also had the delightful experience of dancing in my living room and feeling my pajama pants drop halfway down my rear! They'd fit just fine quite recently, and the elastic's not sprung. We don't keep a scale in the house because I get really neurotic about the numbers. But I weighed myself in the gym this morning, and sure enough--seven pounds off in the past three weeks! I wore a skirt that had felt really snug to work today. It felt absolutely fiiiiiiiiine!!!
I discovered the very cutest community at Flickr, and I hadn't even known that Flickr *had* communities. The little living teddy bear with the big ol' feet (a/k/a Su Lin from San Diego) will be happy to guide you to Pandas Unlimited...and they do mean both *pandas* and *unlimited*!
Now for stuff that isn't so delightful. Dr. Deborah, that horrid quote opening my last post comes from the Advocate's e-newsletter. Peter LaBarbera's an inveterate professional homophobe, though.
In a Pittsburgh-area high school, a "Top 25" list of the hottest girls was passed out. It was very explicit.
I was slut-bashed my freshman year of high school, for no and I mean *no* reason. It was the way I dressed, the way I talked, the way I was honest and looked boys in the eye. By my sophomore year, I vowed never to date a boy from my school, and stuck to it. The vow was very easy to stick to--they were creeps.
Today there are still adult women who find it oh so fun and easy to slut-bash other women. May the Gods have mercy on their poor daughters. I highly recommend reading Leora Tanenbaum's Slut! Growing Up Female With a Bad Reputation. If you get nothing else out of it, there is this wonderful story at the end about a former "slut" who hears a half-assed apology from one of her female nemeses years after their graduation, and all of a sudden just *clocks* the bitch in the face. I can think of a few women I'd like to do that to.
I can think of a few men, too. It's just as well that Dan Savage and I are on opposite coasts. He writes the sex column "Savage Love". He's openly gay, and the column is almost notoriously open-minded (it's the one that introduced the word "santorum" to the world.) He's also extremely biphobic, and spreads his stereotypes like so much manure. He did it again this week. You can see what I mean in the Village Voice.
He didn't want a bunch of "angry bisexuals pounding on their keyboards." When somebody states an opinion and then says, "And I don't want to hear you say...", in my view, they know in their hearts that they're being offensive to someone else. So I decided to disregard his instruction, even put "angry bisexual pounding on keyboard" in my subject line.
Here is my letter:
Bisexuals are mostly hetero? Boy, won't my wife be surprised! Especially after last weekend!
Replacing one set of stereotypes with another is not "charitable". Using your public forum to disseminate these stereotypes is not "charitable." Spending more than half your response discussing these stereotypes rather than addressing the bi woman who wrote in's problem is not "charitable." Finally, tellling people what they really are instead of listening to their own definition is absolutely not "charitable".
Besides, bisexuals don't need charity, just a bit of basic respect. It's funny that we can get more of that from Dear Abby than an openly gay man whose claim to fame is being extremely non-judgmental about sex.
--Monogamous Bi Woman
The Village Voice, whose home staff is also pretty biphobic and annoyingly hipper-than-thou besides, is getting something from me, too. I just need to compose it, and myself.