“The reality is that women are treated differently by society for exactly the same reason that children and the mentally handicapped are treated differently. It’s just easier this way for everyone. You don’t argue with a four-year old about why he shouldn’t eat candy for dinner. You don’t punch a mentally handicapped guy even if he punches you first. And you don’t argue when a women tells you she’s only making 80 cents to your dollar. It’s the path of least resistance. You save your energy for more important battles.” -Scott Adams
I love how he almost comes out and says exactly what he actually means, which is, “Women are treated like children and disabled persons because they are incapable of doing things men can”. That’s patently false, and that’s why we’re all pissed that women are getting paid less to do the exact. Same. Things.
What an asshole. Dilbert was mediocre at best, you jackass!
“I find myself fighting back tears… partly because of the acceptance speech I heard before me… my book is about the power of books to cross boundaries, to speak impossibly across space and time and distance… what the magic of the written word is and about the strangeness of a poem written two thousand years ago, a great poem and a difficult poem disappearing for a thousand years, and then coming back.”—
from Stephen Greenblatt’s National Book Award acceptance speech (via wwnorton)
THIS IS A BOOK I HELPED WORK ON THIS SUMMER Y’ALL!
When I got to work today, I saw I had to work behind register, which I wasn’t too thrilled about, but I hadn’t been back there in a while and I was coming off of having a real weekend! Saturday AND Sunday off. So I was trying to stay positive when the lead cashier told me another thing to add to our never ending check-out spiel. A pitch to get people to buy a book at the register to donate to a child in the foster care system.
Great, I thought, no one wants to do anything at register except buy their books and leave as soon as possible. This is going to be a sad experience for me, because this is such a cool project and cool thing to donate to, and I’m going to be bummed when people get snippy about it.
Well Brooklyn, you surprised me. I stopped counting after 20 donated books tonight. People thought it was such a great idea and had a great time picking out which books to donate, picking their childhood favorites or selecting something that looked good. One guy just kept adding books to donate until all of the cash in his pocket was gone.
Another lady purposefully bought the most expensive books in the suggested donation pile because she figured no one else would buy them.
Another woman donated a book with her son, her son dutifully writing out his name and “happy reading!” on the donation tag, all while giving a dollar to the couple who had been behind her in line and ended up being a dollar short for their total and did not have a credit card with them.
I know I keep having really sappy posts lately, but this was all just so wonderful and amazing to me. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, this whole stereotype that New Yorkers are unkind is really untrue. I see it time and time again, and it keeps me on my toes.
If I could just touch your ankle, he whispers, there on the inside, above the bone—leans closer, breath of lime and pepper—I know I could make love to you. She considers this, secretly thrilled, though she wasn’t quite sure what he meant. He was good with words, words that went straight to…
Thanks to all of Steve, Katie, Ian and Andrew I am all moved in to my new place. Maybe you will get a pic or two when I finish unpacking. I might have unpacked everything yesterday except for a nap monster that attacked me and sent me on a three and a half hour voyage. The important thing to note here, is that that nap was taken in my bed. I also slept in my bed last night and a nap. This is the stuff dreams area made of.
And man! I have so much stuff! Honestly, I’m going to have to downsize a bit as it’s a bit tight in my room at present, but I’m really happy to finally have a home. Also, laundry is across the street. So eat your heart out and be jealous.
I still can’t believe it’s been since August that I haven’t had a place, and I can’t believe Steve and Katie put up with me for so long. This is all just showing me how resilient I can be and how lucky I am.
“‘Some other time certainly,’ said Jack. ’ But tonight is Guy Fawkes’ Eve, and must in common decency be celebrated to the full. Anything else would be close to treason, tasting of rank Popery - oh Lord, Stephen, I am laid by the lee again. I am so sorry.’”—Patrick O’Brian, The Truelove (via wwnorton)