Sarah Palin: An Unfortunate Event

I was reading some articles and comments about her saying that this war is waged in the name of God. Woah, what the hell is going on here. I’m really embarrassed when people say I look like a young version of her (sorry but I’m so much more beautiful than that) and this is why. Those who like her refuse to look at her words as what they are… crazy. And she’s pulling at the pride strings of all who worship God because if anyone says anything negative against this statement they will immediately feel insulted and attacked. Idiots. Of course, if she had said that it was in the name of Allah, Buddha, or Krishna, trust me when I say that she’d be dead by now.

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5jNulPSqaP1eyysv8ENJWhk0ZSrPgD92VJPL00

Here would have been my comment if I had been able to post it.

By waging war in the name of God we’re no better than the Islamic extremists we’re fighting. They use their beliefs to wage war and so would she. There’s a reason why church and state should be separate and without someone who represents the whole of the country we’re all going to be royally screwed. I’m not saying Obama is representative of us all but at least he is of the best of us, I hope. We need to step forward and not go backward as a society. Freedom isn’t about being forced to die because of someone else’s beliefs. It is fine for one to believe them, but never for one moment should anyone think that it’s OK to impose that belief on those who have others. We all believe something one way or another so not only is it rude to turn the pain and fear these children endure in the battlefield into God’s will, but it is an unacceptable attitude for someone who could potentially influence the country, and the world. I hope that people have the common sense to realize that we need to save our people and not turn this country into some religious military crusade base.

A Planet on Life Support

I was watching an ad about how technology can fix some of the problems carelessness has caused such as dead zones in the ocean. The first thing that came to mind when I saw these huge mixers in the middle of the ocean was that the planet looked like it was on life support. First we run it over with a truck and then we think that we can fix it by connecting it to machines to keep it alive. Sorry but minimizing the symptoms is not the way to go. Fix the problem at the source before this planet becomes a complete cyborg monstrosity.

Unwanted Attention at the Playa

So my boyfriend’s mother wanted to take me to this thing called Critical Tits at Burning Man. Already I was a bit creeped out by it since instead of calling them breasts they called them tits. Which makes me think that this was some guy’s idea. Of course he said it was all about ‘empowerment’ and what not. I’m not a femminist and I really don’t need to feel empowered. I’d rather be known for doing something with my mind instead of going around with painted boobs. And, I don’t want to see anyone else’s boobies thank you very much. When I went to the hot springs in Japan I tried very hard not to focus on their boobs and politely spoke to their FACES. I don’t care if someone else wants to go around flashing their boobsickles but please leave me out of it. And when they say it isn’t about sex, then try convincing the walls of perverted boners with huge cameras taking pictures of just their breasts. Funny how all of them are guys. I was reading some posts at the playa forum and a good number of the girls stopped participating because they had guys taking pictures. How could you not expect guys to start flocking toward your breasts at first sight? I doubt any of those guys care that it is all in the name of empowerment. What is so empowering about going topless, getting your boobs burnt, caked with playa sand, chapped, dry and painful, and photographed for the whole world to see. Might as well get paid and have them shown on Girls Gone Wild. It seems like the idea of empowerment has gone awry in this day and age. The new century has nothing to be remembered by so this is a failed attempt to try and top the hippies of the 60s, the afros of the 70s and the mental retardation of the 80s. Boobies aren’t the new bell bottoms, or tie-dyes, or mood rings. They’re breasts. They’re something that I don’t feel I have to advertise. They’re mine and nobody else has any business checking them out other than my boyfriend. I chose who to show and the only person that derserves to is him. Nobody else. Now, that’s empowerment.

I feel bad for these girls, but remember, if you put your ‘tits’ out there then be ready to deal with the attention. It isn’t like it’s illegal for those guys to take a pic of your knockers. Here’s the post.

http://eplaya.burningman.com/viewtopic.php?t=10934

 

If anyone feels like they need to explain why this makes them feel empowered, and what empowerment actually means, go ahead and post here. I wouldn’t mind discussing this topic.

What I do think empowerment would mean to me if I did believe in it is not having to shave my armpits, legs and unibrow and be seen for my natural beauty. Maybe I should go around with long airmpit and leg hair and a full blown unibrow. I ‘empower’ myself by being successful, by doing what I want, by caring for someone important, and by being able to be on great terms with everyone I know regardless of them being a co-worker, the janitor, a bus driver, or someone very annoying.

I also found this interesting.

http://eplaya.burningman.com/viewtopic.php?t=15944&start=30&sid=3a996dd88fc041d42cea8de2db47f0fc

Really. What’s the point of this ride? Why can’t I do it with my body covered and protected? (Not that I can ride since I have a bad knee injury that prevents me from doing so)

Oh, and I’m not going to say this but here’s a quote from that page. “Havent adult women been dealing with assholes most of their lives? I am not defending gawkers here, but arent the ladies that are naked in a parade, in costume whatever asking to be looked at?”

 

And one more thing. WHAT’S SO CRITICAL ABOUT THEM?

I AM KOLOB

HEAR ME ROAR!

Crocks Shocks

Now these shoes have been around for a while and only recently have I really noticed them. Since I started working at the airport I’ve seen more people wearing neon colored boats on their feet than normal shoes. Given that they have to take them off at the checkpoint but still, I have a pair of Dr. Scholl’s that are slip ons and are very comfortable not to mention there are normal looking airwalks being sold around town which would also fulfill the comfort factor as well as the easy removal and unbeatable style factors. I do own a pair of crocs but they are in the Alice style and I only wear them aruond the house, to the pool, or to Wal Mart unless I’m particularly plasticky that day but for some reason, on those days I wish to pull of a neon emo outfit (doesn’t matter if I wore a burlap bag, I’d still pull it off) I’d rather wear the Walmart Knockoffs they sell for 8 dollars and that look like that new style of tennis shoe. Quite comfy…

Now, maybe I’m missing something with the real thing. I’ve found that my Alice style crocs aren’t as comfy as the cheap ass Walmart foam stuff but maybe it is just a matter of the way the shoe is built? Maybe the huge colorful boats have something going for them comfort-wise? I can’t seem to find any affordable crocs from a reliable source so I haven’t purchased these boat cheese things. I do see sites where people have offered to send others a pair of these shoes as long as they wore them for a certain amount of time etc… and honestly, if I knew anyone who would truely do that free of charge I might even try the darned things. Of course I’m not allowed to wear them at work so it would have to be to the two other activities I have time to do such as laundry and grociery shopping… oh and tennis at 5 am. I’m not counting on finding anyone to send me a pair but right now I’m waiting for a bluetooth headset from New York that I purchased from Overstock and it still hasn’t even shipped… so yeah. I’m bored. I’d be willing to try them, but not buy them.

AAAAAAAAH TOO BAD THEY DON’T HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOR BURNING MAN! I don’t want dirt in my feet, that’s why I always hated sandals.