Note: OTP means One True Pairing
I caught wind of this article via my friend’s Facebook feed this morning and I had to go on a little rant.
The headline reads “Non-Conformity and Questioning Authority are Now Considered Mental Illnesses.”
This is clickbait material and misleading as all hell. Let me tell you straight out, without reading anything else, that this whole headline is not true.
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So, this is 16 random things about me.
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[NOTE: I wrote this a while back, and have submitted it as a paper to one of my gender classes before]
So I was checking out info about the male-female wage gap.
Contrary to what any anti-feminist is going to tell me, a wage gap between men and women does exist on a large scale. Currently, you’re looking at a ratio of .81, which means that approximately women earn about 19% less than men. This is generally coming out of the US Department of Labor, collected from information taken by the US Census Bureau. (1) Yes, I’m citing government studies here, among a lot of scholarly articles that I have the full PDFs of but don’t really have a way to link to it here. I’ll link the JSTOR page for it, but if you can’t read it, I’ll give you a copy of the PDF. Yes, I do my…
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The recent allegations against several celebrities have led to a broader conversation on how we, as a society, don’t believe women. In a “he said, she said” situation, we trust the man and assume that the woman is either mistaken or lying. “Taking us seriously” means that we are advised of such and offered an explanation for our dismissal instead of simply being dismissed outright. It’s not only personal bias, conscious or not; there are institutional mechanisms perpetuating this state of affairs. No proof is ever sufficient if it comes from a woman. Should she present multiple affidavits, all signed and notarized in triplicate, she’ll be informed that they do not prove her claim; she, on the other hand, probably violated multiple rules and procedures by collecting and presenting her evidence in the first place. She should stop before she gets into more trouble.
Meanwhile, there’s a growing crop of…
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This is a beautifully written piece! Couldn’t have said it better myself!
Michele Bachmann suggested that the gay community is bullying Americans and politicians. You can read the full article and hear the clip for yourself here. This is my response.
Dear Michele Bachmann,
I would like to provide you with a definition of a word that, for all your legal experience, you seem not to comprehend. The word “bully” has become a buzzword, a convenient way for adults who are losing an argument to shut down the conversation. When your back is against the wall, you call someone a “bully” and if they don’t allow you to gracefully exit the argument you get to say, “SEE! They ARE a bully.”
Except, that’s incorrect. “Bully” is defined variously as “a person who uses superior strength or power to harm, intimidate or influence those who are weaker.”
Now let’s reconsider your words. “…the gay community, they have so bullied the American people, and…
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The Big Blog of Knowledge (henceforth known as BBK) has nominated me for a Liebster Award! I didn’t know I was that cool. How come none of you told me?
Liebster Award Rules
- Display the award on your blog
- Nominees must answer the 11 questions given to them by the person who nominated them
- Nominees must choose 11 of their favorite bloggers that have less than 200 followers to answer their own set of questions
- When you are nominated, you cannot nominated the person who nominated you
- After choosing your nominees, drop them a comment/pingback telling them you have nominated them.
- What talent do you wish you had (that you don’t already have)? I wish I could be artsy. Like, I can write. But that’s all I can do creatively. I’d love to be able to draw/paint/etc. Something like that. Maybe even be good at Photoshop or coding or something. At least then I could create blog themes for people, or gifsets of stuff. Instead, I reblog everything I like and I content myself to writing stories no one will read.
- Are you prepared for the impending zombie apocalypse? As ready as I’ll ever be. I don’t exactly have a kit or anything, but I have a plan. I know what I will do. However, I don’t exactly see a zombie apocalypse in America ever getting off the ground. While the government might be incompetent, I know far too many people who are far too prepared for this. They’ll mobilize an army at the first sighting and squash that shit right quick. Also, I live very close to Canada, and their government actually spent a day discussing their zombie apocalypse plan. I think I’m good.
- Worst book you’ve ever read? There are few books I dislike. However, in no particular order, the ones I do hate are: Lois Lowry’s The Giver, John Knowles’ A Separate Peace, Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha, and Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca. Out of those, the one I probably hate the most is Rebecca. So very, very boring. How do you write a novel so boring? By the time we got to “the twist” I couldn’t have cared less about it. Blech.
- If you could smack one person in the face (living or dead) who would it be and why? Okay, I haven’t thought about this a lot, but it might be Alexander Graham Bell. Yes, he was cool and invented the telephone. He was also a proponent of eugenics and focused most of that on deaf people. He kinda fucked over the deaf community way back when. Besides not wanting them to congregate and get to know one another and talk in their native language (sign language) or marry, he pushed for the use of oral teaching of deaf students. Pretty much forcing them to learn how to talk and lip read and attempting to kill the use of sign language. So yeah, kind of a dick.
- Will you go out with me? Yes/No (Circle one) Can I circle? I don’t know but the answer would have to be no. You seem really awesome but I have a hunny who I am madly in love with. My hunny. Mine.
I actually don’t follow 11 blogs on this site. And only one of them seems to have less than 200 followers! If it were Tumblr, this might be different. However, my nominee is:
- Do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed?
- Do you take the shampoo/conditioner bottles from hotels?
- Where is your next vacation?
- Do you have a calender in your room?
- Are you reading any books right now?
- Do you ever count your steps when you walk?
- Do you ever dance, even when there’s no music playing?
- Do you chew your pens/pencils?
- What is your current “song of the week”?
- Is it okay for guys to wear pink?
- Do you still watch cartoons?
Anyone who sees this and wants to answer any of the questions in the comments can!
I was born July 7th, 1987.
These events also happened on July 7th, in different years throughout history.
It feels so very good to be in a clean kitchen again. To not have to fight night and day against dirty dishes and dirty counters and a dirty stove and dirty floors. Now that I have a clean kitchen at my disposal (though I will admit that I dislike the barely functioning electric stove I now have to deal with) I definitely have felt like cooking more. Hard to want to cook in a kitchen that nobody but me wants to keep clean.
So since I’ve got a clean kitchen and I’ve been cooking, I’ve come up with a few “recipes” of my own. All of these are really easy to do and don’t require too much shopping or preparation or anything. I don’t really have the time to come up with complex things that take half a day to make or equipment I have to lug out.
3 recipes you’re welcome to try
So, yesterday was the day I testified in court on the details of my rape.
A little background, for those who may not know. On December 10th, 2002 as I was walking toward the train station for school, I was attacked and raped by a man I do not know. The attack happened around the trails behind Shoshone Park. I was 15 at the time of my rape. My mother helped me call 911 when I got home and I went and had a rape kit done and everything (including taking way too many pills for various things.) DNA was found in that rape kit and as a result we had two breakthroughs on the case.
The first was in 2007, when the DNA connected my case to another assault case that occurred on the Buffalo State College campus. The woman in that case was not raped, but she fended off the attacker and he got away, leaving his hat behind. The hair found in the hat matched that found in my rape.
The second was in February of 2010. I was working overnights at the time, so I slept during the day. Halfway through my phone goes off, once with a text message, once with a phone call and once to alert me that I had a voicemail. I ignored all at the time, thinking it was probably unimportant. When I woke up, I checked my text message first. It was from my mom and it said that a woman named Jackie was about to call me. She was the detective on my case at the time. Apparently the DNA had finally hit in the database and they had his name. The voicemail reiterated that. After 7 long years they finally had his name. They finally found him.
From there, they went through the process of putting him through the justice system. I had an ADA from the Special Victims Bureau in Buffalo offer a deal the accused turned it down. In July of 2010 I went and testified in front of the Grand Jury as to what had happened. They returned with 6 indictments. From what I gather, 3 of them are of forcible rape of some kind (I am not sure whether or not a sodomy charge has gone into this) and 3 of them are for statutory rape (since I was 15 at the time.) The trial date was then set for May.
And here we are. Yesterday was the most nerve-wracking, scariest day of my life. It’s hard to describe to anyone what sitting up on that stand and telling a room full of strangers (with 4 exceptions: the ADA, my dad and my sister, and the CAC advocate.) about the worst day of my life. I went through the entire ordeal, I specified as much as I could. I went through the direct aftermath and the immediate aftermath (what happened to my grades, how I handled other people, the effects of all the medications that I had.) I was shown several photos and aerial views of the location of my attack and asked to point to the locations where it happened. I had to mark my intended route on a map and mark where exactly everything occurred. I had to view photos of myself from the hospital afterward. I’m grateful I didn’t have to answer any questions about the 911 call (which I’ve heard.) And I had to be cross-examined. To which I will give the defense attorney a lot of credit. For the most part, I was asked questions about protocol (although I can’t really give much for that) and he only asked one question that would make someone uncomfortable.
I was told that my testimony should be videotaped to teach others how to testify. That’s how good I was. To tell the truth, it was only the need to see justice done that kept me composed enough to testify. I cried for a lot of it. When I would stop, I’d look over at my sister and the site of her in distress just made me start again. I was so nervous I kept rocking in the seat I was in because the movement kept me calm. And anyone that knows me won’t be surprised to hear that I had my Pooky bear with me the entire time. I don’t know how I would’ve stayed calm if I couldn’t hug my bear the whole time. It’s not an experience I would wish on anybody.
I have no way of visually identifying my assailant. I never saw his face. I have only the DNA (tested at least twice, once on the defendant’s request) that tells me that this is the man that did this to me. I hope to God it’s right and that he can never do this to another girl again.
My mother testified today. Under NYS law, I am not allowed back into the courtroom until closing arguments and for the verdict. At the very least, I don’t want to be working when I get the phone call with the verdict (though I pray it’ll be the answer I want to hear.) My ADA has 8 other witnesses (including my mom) left to testify. Yesterday was the DNA expert and I. Today at least was going to be my mom and the nurse present when I showed up at the hospital. My father and sister wish to see the whole thing.
I want to say thank you to all those who have known/read my story and support me, either in person, words or in spirit. You are all so kind and I can’t thank you enough. I have the most amazing friends, even if I’ve never seen their faces they support me through it all. Waking up this morning and seeing all the well-wishes that I had for yesterday lifted my spirits more than I can express.
To anyone that wishes to know details, I’m just a message away. I don’t wish to post them all here for anyone who might be a little squeamish. But if you truly desire to hear my story in its entirety, I will never mind telling it to you.
I love you all.