Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Vibrators, not just for one

Having once worked at Toys in Babeland in NYC I know that there are plenty of bibrators out there for, shall we say, mutual pleasure. But how do people feel about a vibrator that's to be worn all day and controlled by one's boyfriend? I think that the marketing towards men says it all:

You command her arousal from afar

Imagine The Toy...

Monday morning — she leaves with The Toy inside...

She’s given you the power — You alone control The Toy

Teasing her with single word messages

Frustrating her with smouldering long fantasies

No matter how many text messages she gets today,

Yours are the ones she really, really WANTS!

Imagine the thrill of sending a sexy fantasy knowing she’s in a meeting

Setting the scene for tonight throughout the day

Foreplay for later...

Imagine the desire in her eyes when you meet again

Imagine the power, the control

Imagine her fire and the devastating passion...

Roll on Monday morning!

Yep sounds like fun. Or maybe not. How many people do you know who want to wear this contraption inside them and be 'teased' at a meeting? I like my vibrators, and not that I would everr wear one, but I can see this as being not only annoying, but uncomfortable and decidedly unsexy. Who wants to have no control over where and when they mastrubate?

I am convinced that The Toy was spawned by a posse of male scientists who were pissed that their girlfriends owned vibrators and would not let them join in on their private time. I can just see some Professor Frink-like dweeb, festering in a dank laboratory, strumming his fingers together and muttering, “With technology as my weapon, I shall control both my girlfriend and her vibrator...MWAH-HA-HA! HA-HA! HA! Glaven.*

But of course women are up for remote conterolled fun at any time because we don't have any jobs that matter, we're all fembots who are ready for sex 24/7, right? This is so mnaddening, I really have no idea what to say except GAH!

Anyone feel the feminist conspiracy yet? No. Well I guess someone hasn't been reading the papers.**

*I love Professor Frink
**Dedicated to people coming from fredx's blog.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007


I just recieved this lovely letter in my inbox:

"In its third run, this provocative and racy, not-your-average-Gucci-struttin'-high fashion show, pushin' and pullin' off all your buttons, is stripping down in B-----, WA from Tuesday, February 27 th, 2007 through Sunday, March 4 and we need YOUR help to make it all happen!
This creative, interactive, and dramatic show, full of performances by a wide variety of women creates a safe space to explore the social constructions of stereotypes and how they affect society. Through dramatized personal accounts of their own experiences living within and outside of stereotypes and a plethora of other social constructions, these women will bare them down to no "other" right before your eyes and hope to illuminate truth and stimulate dialogue in a safe community setting."

Because stripping will set us free. I must have forgotten that.

This is what I hate, a sheer misunderstanding of how to reclaim our bodies and our voices. I somehow got invited to be part of the paparazzi where I get to rush the stage and harrass/obejectify the participants. Something tells me I'll pass on this oppurtunity.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Happy New Year (ala random bullets)

I had a great weekend, but now I feel like shit. Isn't PTSD fun?

I've decided to try and write more feminist theory, which means more feminism on my blog. Given my current mental state I don't know when this will kick in, but it's something I'm passionate about, so hopefully soon.

When waiting at the bus stop the other day a couple of people walked past and the guy was singing to the woman "I wanna fuck your body". Is that supposed to be sexy, because it just makes me think of necrophilia, which is scary.

Considering going half time for school next quarter. It may help to only take a few classes.

Gotta see my doc about ADD meds. Woo, awesome. (I did note that my doc thinks I have undiagnosed ADD, right? That's a whole nother level of yay.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

I want this t-shirt

Hallmark day

Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"

You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.
You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.

Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)

Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic

What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays

Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get

As seen at Dr Brazen Hussy's.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Sunday, February 11, 2007

It's a good thing I was in the water

because during Saturday's game I was on fire! Now they respect me b/c I am a kick ass goalie. I was blocking shots left and right. It was amazing. WHa wha!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

They need me

So my water polo team sent me an email telling me their other goalie is not going to be able to make the last 2 games of the tournament and they need me there. I told them that I would go, but I'm worried about having another anxiety attack because they hate me. They don't hate me, they hate me because I don't act like them. That and I'm hairy. Well I guess so, because they sure do like to talk about me when they think I'm not there. I'm not sure if going is the best idea, but I'd only be there for two games, though they are on saturday and then sunday. I am used to sitting there feeling like the odd person out, I do have 2 years of practice with the team.

But water polo makes me feel great, when I can think about water polo and not how stupid my team is. Lets just hope that I can think about playing and not my team this time. I know I'm not supposed to take Kava Kava with my zoloft, but really, can once be that bad? Because it helps me tremendously in sore spots like that. To stave off an anxiety attack or depression I have used it many many times to success.


I don't know what to do. The part of me that loves water polo wants to be there, to have a final game that I play all of. That part of me is ecstatic about the turn of events, but part of me is dreading dealing with my team and just knowing that they have no confidence in me. Not because I'm not a good player, but, again, because I'm not like them. Waaaah.

For Alyx (Another one gone)

Alyx, you are so wonderful, I love reading your sharp, biting commentary every week (or whenever you post a new one...I've become a weekly blog reader.) You'er smart, funny, it feels as though I'm losing a dear friend, though as Laura says I'll show up one day with a bottle of whiskey attached to my hip ready to rip it up with one of the best shiela's I've ever had the pleasure to meet.

Your fairwell post showed just that insight that I have come to expect from you. I can't tell you how sad this makes me, but you say all those things that I mean to say so much better then I could. Good luck to you in all you do. I'm just happy that I've gotten to know someone as quickwitted and insightful as you.

I raise my glass to you.

Union stuff

Well the Industrial Worker's of the World (IWW) COmmittee on Industrial Classification (CIC) survey has now started hitting people's mailboxes. Soon I will (Hopefully) have surveys winging their way to me and we can start on the huge job that is overhauling our classification system. (I totally forgot about it and I'm the chair!) Woo woo. Go IWW!

If you're a wob, check out this month's GOB for the survey and please please please fill it out!

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

bored now

You Are Lightning

Beautiful yet dangerous
People will stop and watch you when you appear
Even though you're capable of random violence

You are best known for: your power

Your dominant state: performing

Friday, February 02, 2007

Odds and ends

You Are Cookie Monster

Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth.

You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around.

You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speaking

How you life your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!"


My doc thinks I may have undiagnosed ADHD.

Is this because I get distracted by shinys?

Oh no, this made me spit hot cocoa all over my laptop:

Your 80s Heartthrob Is

John Stamos


You Belong in Brooklyn

Down to earth and hard working, you're a true New Yorker.
And although you may be turning into a yuppie, you never forget your roots.

How could I live anywhere else. I love love LOVE Brooklyn.