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I have tricked myself into enjoying some cheesy choir songs by imagining Muppets singing them. It’s a glorious mental picture.
Explained at the Google Mobile blog. Find your voting location (didn’t work for my address), voter info (did get me to SOS website where I could find my polling place), shortcuts to Obama and McCain google searches, election news from Google News, and some other stuff.
On executive experience, readiness, womanhood, and character. I’m posting this because I respect the hell out of Tanya. She’s so good at articulating her (conservative) positions and I can understand them, even if I disagree.
It pisses me off that straight people can run off to a courthouse and get married on a whim. It pisses me off that straight people can just decide to get married one day and be married the next.
I feel guilty for begrudging them for taking advantage of something that is freely available to them. I’m not saying it shouldn’t be freely available to them.
It’s not that I’m not happy for people who are happy and want to commit like that.
I try to warn myself against needing a marriage license for validation of my relationship. It’s not so much the validation as it is the “Oh, shit, if something disastrous happens tomorrow, my life as I know it is gone because we have no legal safety net.”
I know it’s not fair to assume straight people take that for granted. It’s unreasonable to ask them to not get married on principle. There is real benefit to being married.
It’s not the ceremony, or the idea that the ceremony is somehow not-quite because it carries no legal weight. We’ll have the ceremony. Believe you me, we are having a ceremony. I want some benefits.
Liz Henry speaks! Seriously, read it. If you think air travel already sucks pretty badly (which I do), it doesn’t even compare to what Liz goes through. Dehumanization sucks.
I would like to continue from here to talk about race and disability for a moment. Being patted on the head and grabbed in airports is not in the same league as the racist assumptions, threats, and violence that, for example, black men or men assumed to be “arab” face in the same situation. We don’t have to compare those things, but I want to point that out, in part because I don’t think most white people think about it, but in part because I feel sometimes like it is black men in many situations who notice the bullshit way I get treated as a disabled person and who throw me knowing and sympathetic looks, that they GET IT… and with the added dimension of laughing at me a little for my inability to hide my anger and for my assumption that things could be different, for my sense of privilege and entitlement that means I display outrage and am not afraid of being treated as a threat and dragged off to some concrete holding cell (though, in fact, I am a little afraid of it.) I often appreciate those knowing looks and sympathetic remarks. Even when they are a little bit amused or scoffing… It is a little bit like gaydar, an eye contact held an instant longer than usual, with a little spark of sympathetic communication. What do you think of my perception? And that it is particularly gendered? I am unsure what to make of it.
Women with little children are also noticers of ridiculously dehumanizing police-ish petty bureaucrat behavior; they expect it, they don’t get particularly dehumanized but are treated with a bit of extra hatred and the expectation of inconvenience and something of a burden of guilt. We bond with the sympathy of those who are Inconvenient, bulky, overflowing the boundaries. That bond is more the bond of concrete offers of help. Amazingly, it is women overflowing with children, overburdened, who speak to me with humanity. I always try to help them too. I entertain their children, I get them to stop crying, I offer them trinkets to look at and hold, I draw pictures in my notebook or teach them finger games, I give them rides in my lap if we make friends or merely point out my sparkly LED wheels.
Steven Kull, director of the Program on International Policy Attitudes, which conducted the BBC poll, said that at a recent international conference he attended in Malaysia, many Muslims voiced astonishment at Mr. Obama’s rise because it was so much at odds with their assumptions about the United States. Remember that the one thing countless millions of people around the world “know” about the United States is that it is controlled by a cabal of white bankers and Jews who use police with fire hoses to repress blacks. To them, Mr. Obama’s rise triggers severe cognitive dissonance.
Some of my local twitter peeps have been hot on this topic.
When I think “Chipotle Breakfast Burrito” I think putting eggs on top of what I already normally get. But when I think of the breakfast burritos that are a staple of my time at South by Southwest in Austin, TX it’s totally different. And about one-third the size.
I don’t know how this even got into my head in the first place, but the Muppet Babies theme has been floating around our house all week.
I’ve been singing it for Missy (yes, that does mean “more than once”) and I could totally hear all the baby muppet voices in my head. I had it about 90% right, too (missed the chorus at the end and skipped right to the finale). I’m sure I haven’t seen or heard the actual thing in about 20 years, but it was right there in my brain. I used to love me some Muppet Babies. I had a stuffed Baby Rolf, too.