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So, a couple things I want to write about, here, one being one of the lj comms I'm on. I started a livejournal for the comms. I wrote in it, yeah, like one day a month or something, but it was really just to participate in the comms. Fandom stuff, some, and other things that just had to do with life, like art and photography and things like that. One comm I've been reading for a while is [livejournal.com profile] poor_skills (which I did mention the other day) and it can be a little infuriating how self righteous people can be about how much they're willing to sacrifice to be cheaper than everyone else in existence... but there's a lot of good information on that comm, especially for someone like me who often finds myself in situations where I'm like, uh oh, didn't expect this one, what do I do, I know, I'll call my mom, she knows, oh wait, not speaking to her, huh, wonder how I sort this one out? And so on.

So there's this girl who's been posting there a lot and it seems she's out of work because she broke her leg. Okay, so, she doesn't know what to do because she can't work because she's hurt, and she's trying to deal with having no income. Great. Okay, so [livejournal.com profile] poor_skills is a good place to get some pointers. Fine. But I've found myself, tonight, just wanting to shake her. Or at least leave her a nasty comment. Which I'm not going to do, because it's probably not a good idea, but... really? Really, she can't cook, because she's on crutches? Really? Really?


I mean, seriously, I swear I am no type of supergimp. I am so far from that. I don't cook often, because I think it's a pain in the ass cooking for one person, and I never feel like doing the dishes anyway so my solution is just not to use them, and yes, that is called being very lazy, but... I can cook. I can cook really well. It never occurred to me to think, ok, I can't cook because I'm on crutches, I have to keep my hands on them or I fall down (her words, not mine) so I have to eat only things that don't need to be prepared, because I can't cook.

Obviously I'm just being really unsympathetic here. Which is why this is here on my personal journal and not on the comm. And yeah, pretty much all aspects of life are harder when you can't stand up on your own. But harder doesn't have to mean impossible. Really. It doesn't.

Moving along, more of the same and a little bit different, I did say I went to the beach, right? )

I really miss living near public transportation. I really, really do. I miss living in the city. I don't like having a car and I don't like driving and I'm the worst driver ever.

And that's... yeah, that's about it, that's all I got for tonight.

Oh. Oh, there is the fact that I hate my job. I really, really hate my job and I fantasize every day about telling off every stupid, condescending, self-entitled customer and then getting fired. I can't wait.

Just, Wow

Aug. 4th, 2008 11:00 pm
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well, I was responding to a post in [livejournal.com profile] poor_skills by someone who was asking the best way of keeping track of checking account spending.

I thought I was simply reciting how I balanced my checkbook when I had a checking account and used a debit card (now I use either cash or a credit card. I don't know if this is a poor skill, but it's definitely a survival skill.)

I read my reply. Nope, my reply included how my mother tried to tell me I was not responsible or mature enough to have a checking account and that I had to record all my transactions in my checkbook immediately otherwise I was demonstrating that I would obviously overdraft my account and therefor was not allowed to have one.


She's just fucking everywhere, isn't she? And the resentment and the anger and all that, that's never going to go away, is it? I think having no contact with her is putting distance between us and that this is healthy for me, but there is no fucking distance at all. She's everywhere.
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For real. Nothing to see.

Edit: Oh, well, I did comment in the [livejournal.com profile] gimp_vent community as to how I both do and do not think of myself as disabled and the comment's about as long as a journal entry. Sometimes when I start on something I have trouble cutting it short, it seems. It's the kind of stuff I try to keep out of my personal journal, for reasons that... oh, go right along with the comment, I guess.


Jul. 3rd, 2008 03:28 pm
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Well, I did it.

Now I'm kinda cowering in fear that someone is going to scream "racist" at me.

There's been several wank posts at [livejournal.com profile] doctorwho about the "Turn Left" episode of Doctor Who being racist against the Chinese and Asian cultures in general. I'm totally not seeing it. Granted, I'm not Chinese or any type of Asian, so it's not like I can say, well, it didn't offend me so it can't offend you...

I'm not exactly the most politically correct person out there; I'm the first to admit it. But striving to be "politically correct" is not what motivates my words and actions - if I think something is wrong, I don't do or say it. If I think it's okay, then I don't hold back. Sometimes I do offend people. It happens. Is the stuff I said about Chinatowns racist, or just observant?

I certainly don't want to be the white girl who says "well but see I have Asian friends so I'm not racist, it's okay."

Asian friends? Not around here, lol. Everyone is white around here. I'm the fucking minority - apparently I look hispanic, cause Spanish speaking people (like the tourists in the coffee shop the other day) are always approaching me to speak Spanish to me. I'm, oh, a whopping ONE QUARTER Mexican and you know what we spoke in my house growing up? English. My mom doesn't speak Spanish and god forbid we speak a language she can't understand, nevermind she does it all the time, lol.

Then I got to thinking about stuff that does offend me - I get super offended at any kind of anti-gay stuff. I hate people who say, "oh, I have a gay friend, so I'm not being a bigot at all, it's just that I would never want to risk them influencing my children, blah blah blah." Ok, that kind of thing will make me fly off the handle, or at least storm out of the room.

I get incredibly irritated when STRANGERS ask me what's wrong with me or what happened to me (I use crutches) but I seriously don't care when people make short bus jokes. In fact, I really get a big kick out of shutting them down by saying, "hey, don't knock the short bus!" Then they look at me, realize, omg, I just made a disabled joke in front of a disabled person, and cackle while they squirm. I don't get nasty or storm off all offended. Should I?

Bigger question is, why am I even asking what should and shouldn't offend me?

Should I be offended that my favorite TV show has offended a few (maybe a lot) of it's viewers by... I'm still not exactly sure what... inaccurate Chinese characters on the banners on Chinaplanet? Having an Asian bad guy? Having the bad guy be a fortune teller who, since she's the bad guy and all, is evil?

I'm waiting for some kind of scathing response to descend upon my inbox, leading me to turn bright red and feel embarrassed. But I still think I'm right. The episode wasn't racist.


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