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I dislike Sex and the City.

May 28th, 2010

No wait, more than that. I hate Sex and the City. No, still even more…

I loathe Sex and the City.

There are many reasons for it. But, I think the thing I hate the most about Sex and the City is that our society pressures guys, who want to gain knowledge about women, to watch it. I don’t know which I find more offensive – that we women associate ourselves with these characters or that men conclude that we’re superficial creatures based on their viewing of this show/movie.

Even when it was just a show, I still believe that this tragedy occurred. I witnessed relationship mentors say “Guys, learn the 5 pairs of designer shoes Carrie always wants” and ridiculous claptrap like that. I have never liked that show, the characters are exaggerated, and have superficiality on the surface that overshadows any depth the writers at one point bestowed upon them. The main actress took Carrie’s wardrobe in lieu of part of her pay, for christ’s sakes. It’s ok for women to have their shows that depict other women doing despicable things, but not until we’re seen as equals in the societal aspects of our country. Otherwise this just hurts us.

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Little quip of the day

May 26th, 2010

I was recently engaged in conversation about how ridiculously good my memory is. I can remember exactly most conversations, visual details, situational circumstances, etc. People were commenting that this was an amazing feat, that they wished they could do that.

The thing is, I believe there’s a reason I can remember all these things. I don’t have many memories with people. I don’t have the happy senior prom night, the time my dad took me out for ice cream when I was ten and it ended up all over us, or the time my boyfriend surprised me with a day of pampering me on our anniversary.

I have some memories, but not a plethora. This is why my brain has enough room for all these seemingly minute details – it doesn’t have other things that are better worth saving.

I know that it’s debatable about what’s worth remembering, but I think most people would agree that remembering times with people is much more important than remembering the level of the milk in the exact coordinates when you left it this morning.

I can’t let people know this, though. I’m the person who lifts everyone else up. Everyone is already bitching at me about their own problems, and it’s hard to be a competing depressed person. Thus, “Save the Girl” by Beyonce is my theme song for the day.

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My disappointment in male and female kind today (and subsequently everyday)

May 22nd, 2010

“The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says, ‘It’s a girl.’

I still don’t believe that America has reached equality between the sexes (although we’re the closest to it compared to the rest of the world). Our legislation has allowed us to work for the same pay, hold the same jobs, and not allow businesses to discriminate against gender. All these forward thinking laws have helped tremendously in launching the woman into a life where she gets to choose her role, how her personality is molded, and how hard she wants to work.

But we’re still holding ourselves back, both men and women. I’m talking about the interactions that we have with each other. I’ve grown up my entire life believing I was as good (strong, smart, resourceful) as any boy, and as good as any girl as well. My body language, inflections, tones, intotations – all these things remained the same when switching between boys and girls. Now, I would not have an attitude with my parents like I would children, but that is slightly different from this scenario. What bothers me the most about the feminism movement is that men want to talk to women like they’re WOMEEEEEN and women want to be talked to by men as if they’re wanted. The basis of this interaction between the sexes hinders women from ever really evolving beyond being good housewives into what our gender has the potential to do.

I see this all the time. Men completely change their demeanor – their body language, their voice level, their friendliness, etc. – to a million times more than it normally is when speaking with a girl. A girl, since all she wants to be is found attractive and possibly flirt with this guy, opens herself up to his changes and fawns on them. It completely and absolutely sickens me.

The first time, man or woman, talks to me, I am completely and utterly myself. I have the same voice, the same attitude, and same body language. My guy friends recognize this and treat me exactly the way they treat their other guy friends. My girlfriends, however, see this and label me as “cool, independent”, and as if I’m trying to keep them away. This is because they are used to the idea that women are there to hinder their advancement in procuring a partner for sexual reproduction, and that only men would address them in a completely frank way.

Yes, men and women are biologicially different. I recognize this fact. What I don’t recognize is why this biological distinction necessitates an interpersonal distinction. Are we not tired of being treated differently? Or are we just so entrenched of the garbage of the past 2500 years of housewife history that we  decide it’s not worth it to fight it? It completely boggles my mind. I want to scream at the offenders that I see this happen with, but it feels futile. Until women get to a certain level of development (a la Ken Wilbur), which they might not even ever reach, will we then care about how we are treated?

This absolutely shakes my core with anger, frustration, resentment, and despair when I see these failings of my sex. How can someone like me, who works so hard for us to gain ground, not be affected by those who knock us back (be they man or woman)?

Inequality remains rampant as long as people recognize the differences and choose to act on them. Only when you look at me, realize I’m a woman, then talk to me like you would any person, will I say progress has  been made. But I do not think that this fundamental change will take place in my lifetime. And I’m only in my twenties.

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Annoyances

May 21st, 2010

If you barely conversed with me in high school, we have not talked/seen each other since, but I so graciously added you as a Facebook friend, this doesn’t not mean we are really friends. I’m not going to do you any favors, especially when we don’t live in the same city anymore.

But I definitely. will not. under any circumstance. give you a PROFESSIONAL FAVOR.Especially when it’s been what, 8 years and you didn’t even say “hi?”

No, I will not FUCKING fix your PHP code. I WILL FUCKING NOT HELP YOU.

Call me cold, call me heartless. But the coding knowledge I know I did gather by asking others to just hand it over to me.

So, piss off, twat. Facebook friends no longer.

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Mad Men in my dreams!

May 21st, 2010

Ok, I am officially crazy, or just had too much tequila last night (we’ll presuppose both). Last night I had an intense Mad Men dream.

I worked at Sterling-Cooper. Don and I started having a serious fight. He said he didn’t like my personality anymore because I didn’t smoke and drink with him like I did in the beginning when I started working there. I responded by saying he never offered – I did those things in my office because I didn’t want to encroach upon his space. He told me I was ugly and would never get a guy, to which I responded I had a boyfriend and was meeting him for lunch.

We then got called out into a meeting which was held in the open secretarial grounds. Roger was admonishing everyone for not coming up with good creative for a women-specific product. This part is fuzzy. Betty Draper was there, in a very lovely pink outfit a la Jackie Kennedy. She mentioned that the men were misunderstanding the fundamental reason woman purchased this product – I don’t remember what it was.

Roger had a light bulb come on, and told Betty that was a genius idea. He told Betty that she should work in our creative department. Don became irate, threw a vase toward her,  and missed. As it crashed, I grabbed her hand and we dashed out of there. She kept saying, “I knew I needed to divorce him.” Don called to us, “That’s right, run you whores!”

As we rushed out of the building, my boyfriend (my real one) was waiting in the back of a taxi cab for us. I shove Betty in there, noticing she lost a shoe, and grabbed it. Then we rushed away.

All I can glean from this dream is that my subconscious completely understands the character development of Don and Betty. I watched some Mad Men last week, but damn. I’m crazy.

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Volunteer Opportunities

May 20th, 2010

I hadn’t thought it’d been a while since I’ve updated, but hell, it’s already been a week. That’s old in terms of blogging. I really need to learn how to be more consistent with this stuff, even with my lack of readers.

Week is going ok. Slow at the office because all my projects are at a standstill. Waiting on information from clients to be able to move forward. This weekend my boyfriend’s parents are coming into town, and this is the first time I’m meeting them. Very nervous, especially since he sprung on me this morning that we may cook for them tomorrow night. Wtf.

The best news, though, is that the Con chair of MTAC and GMX contacted me about doing some print/web work for them. Considering that I want to make the move to Austin to work for Bioware, I think it definitely will show my geekiness and my willingness to volunteer. I’m not sure what all my responsibilities will be, but hopefully I will get to work behind the scenes and be one of the people to make the con fun.

My boyfriend says he’ll be coming to the con, and I’ll hopefully get my guy buds to come as well, and we’re gonna cosplay FIREFLY! Whooooooooo!

I was asked to be a backup girl for GMX, which was an honor, too, but I decided to not do it. Now I don’t know if I’m regretting the decision or not…ARGH. I think I would like things that make me sexier, but not necessarily a sex symbol. But going to DragonCon to promote TN cons would be fun as hell.

Anyway, that’s enough geeking out. I’m totally excited and scouring the forums now. I like projects. :)

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Madmentized!

May 13th, 2010

It’s no secret – I love Mad Men. Who, that has worked in an ad agency, would say otherwise? But here is my blasphemony -

I originally did not like it. I did not get it.

Anyone who is close to me knows I generally do not like real person TV shows. Anything that is not animated (or the Daily Show) generally makes me want to rip my eyes out. Dramas are boring, wrought with terrible actors, terrible writers, characters I could care less about, and predictability. “You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” Sitcoms have pretty much been the same way as well: shitty acting, shitty writing, shitty jokes. I generally only watch cable for King of the Hill, some HGTV makeover shows, and the occasional soccer game for the boyfriend.

What about Mad Men, though, would make me like it? I decided to watch it because I had the first season lent to me. It came on recommendation that since I was in advertising, I would love this. I watched the first episode. I was bored and unconvinced that I would enjoy this. But, I decided to press on simply because it is in advertising and the 60’s era – to which I credit a lot of my design sense. I became enthralled watching all the old brands, seeing old labels, commercials. How the height of advertising really started to shape everything. I still thought I didn’t care much for the drama. Jon Hamm is super handsome.

I’m rewatching season 3 though. It’s completely drawn me in. I never noticed all the subtleties of acting and imagery. There is not an actor there that isn’t good. When I examined my reactions to the show, they were all emotional – Pete Campbell pisses me off. Peggy should stop complaining. I want to be as successful as Draper in the same position but happier. It hit me – the show was so superb that I didn’t even comment on the basics such as set design, acting, plot. This show is so believable that I was in their reality without even knowing it.

That, to me, is a mark of a good show. It is extremely intelligent – and I think lost on this person. It’s not supposed to be mindless entertainment. It’s supposed to be a revelation. It hasn’t been done, it isn’t trite, there’s not a “saves the day” moment every episode a la “House.”

I don’t think Mad Men is overrated. I just don’t think the American public generally cares about depth.

I wish I was a combo of Don and Joan

I wish I was a combo of Don and Joan

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The three entities in a relationship

May 12th, 2010

Last night I actually spouted something meaningful while engaged in conversation with my boyfriend. I said, and I quote, “There are three entities in this relationship. You, me, and us. All three need to be balanced.” He seemed to be taken in by this comment, because he fell silent for a moment and just agreed with me. But what exactly does this mean?

Me – There’s a shitton I want to do with my life. Open up my own firm, get my PhD in art theory, philosophy, and aesthetics, get in shape and better health, become a better martial artist, etc. Brian, my boyfriend, is helping me out with some of this. He tries to provide a healthy environment for me to live in, helps me work out, teaches me tai chi and such.

You – There’s a shitton my partner wants to do as well. He wants to open up his own school and practice, become a better martial artist, grow as an acupuncturist and a person. I’m helping him with his business, providing marketing sense, print collateral, and websites.   I also provide a support beam for him to believe that he can be this person he wants to be.

It’s a mutually beneficial relationship. One of us isn’t giving more than the other. The only thing is through all of this the Us part suffers. We don’t build things together, do as many activities together as we should. We don’t go on dates, mainly because we both don’t have money to be spending like that. Pretty much the only nurturing of Us that has gone on has been through moving in together and having the home look like both of us, and we make dinner together, each of us alternating days on who cooks. We do tai chi together, but right now it’s very separate. I’m doing it to get good and compete, he’s doing it because it makes him feel good. We haven’t quite gotten to the part where we do it together because we like doing it together. The motives have not stacked yet.

How do other couples solve this problem? Especially when one party is trying to contribute more to that aspect than the other? I’m wondering how to best approach this.

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The thing all computer people fear…

May 10th, 2010

My computer was turning on, but I was getting the “BOOT DISK FAILURE” error message. I logged into recovery mode, prompting the CHKDSK /R function. An hour later, drive was repaired. I return and rebooted. The same error message kept coming back. I tried to recover Windows, but it was no longer stating that a copy of Windows was installed.

Then it hit me. My main hard drive had failed. Pretty much one of the worst things that could happen to a designer/artist/geek.

I opened up the case and started troubleshooting. Was it the IDE cable? No, I swapped that out and still nothing. Was the cable from the power supply bad? No, I switched that and still no go. Was it set to cable select instead of master/slave? Yes, so I changed it. Nothing.

No fan spins, no powering up noises, nothing. I basically concluded that the hard drive had died. Luckily, though, this was my smaller one – Maxtor 30GB 10,000 RPM HDD that holds only programs on it. My secondary drive, the Western Digital 200GB 7200RPM was safe and sound. However, Windows was installed on the Maxtor – lame. Without an OS installed, I’m SOL. My other drive only has 550MB on it (tee hee!), so no Windows can go onto there. With the exception of having to reinstall all my programs, losing probably a few files that weren’t on the secondary hard drive, I faired pretty well. It’s given me an excuse to allow myself to spend money on my computer (although I just had some car maintenance this weekend)  and so I have ordered a – dun dun dun – 1TB Western Digital HDD. I’ve gone with WD over Seagate based on my 200GB drive lasting for, oh, say 6 years now? I’ve never had a problem with it, so I’m hoping this new one will treat me just as nicely.

Also taking the opportunity to add in 2 GB of RAM. L4D2 just isn’t the same when my computer freezes as a Tank attacks.

I feel slightly guilty. This isn’t really my work computer (although it should be). It’s just been my companion computer through all of college and LYFE. Games, term papers, websites…

I’m glad that Mordecai, aka The Beast as my mom calls him, will be ok. I don’t know what I would do if he completely crapped out on me.

 

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