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A bit too much domesticity and wasting time on the internets today, really. I've cleaned my room, done laundry, and managed to rescue a new shirt from laundry hell, at the expense of at least one other... GRRRR. I bought a damn drying rack specifically to avoid accidentally tossing my favorite sweater in the dryer on the hot cycle. Wah.
I need to find a form of exercise I can do while babying my knee. (Suggestions?) I've made an appointment at Group Death's PT department. The earliest I could get is two weeks away. Ten minutes ago I remembered that I still have a gym membership, which I might have to start using again. One minute ago I remembered that the Queen Anne municipal pool reopens next week, which I might have to start using for the first time. I loathe the 13, but feel short of options.
I'm spending too much time doing time-zone math and not enough time taking care of myself, but getting better.
An unwelcome reminder: spending any significant time reading carefully worded, panegyric essays on feminism and queer politics is going to completely ruin you for old-fashioned tackiness. sarrabellum linked to this lousy outfitter of lousy outfits. The fact that those exist for sale, on the expectation that actual women will purchase and/or enjoy wearing them, is horrifying on many levels - until I remember that it's only a tiny crack in what feels, right now, like an overwhelming divide.
Edited to add: I'm not attacking that costume site from a viewpoint critical of cosplay or fetishy dress-up. I don't have a problem with either of those things, and I don't mean to come down saying that women ought not to have choices there.
I should be more specific. sarrabellum linked to the Anna Rexia women's skeleton costume. I find this about as upsetting as she does, and I think it's on par with some other costumes of theirs that go from "sexy" to pretty clearly misogynistic. It's the tape measure that bothers me. If not for that, it'd be a boring tube dress with an idealized but unremarkable skeleton on it (corsetry fans can dissect the symbolic implications of that ribcage if they like.) But it's not a skeleton any longer, it's a costume about an eating disorder. It's not funny, it's not cheekily cute, it's just ugly (the statement, never mind the dress) and sad.
That it's still for sale would suggest that someone somewhere wanted to buy it. There's no accounting for taste, and women can be plenty misogynistic too - that's a rant for another day. But that it exists says that someone thought that sexualizing anorexia, of all ironies, was a really good idea, and a whole bunch of other people made it happen.
I need to find a form of exercise I can do while babying my knee. (Suggestions?) I've made an appointment at Group Death's PT department. The earliest I could get is two weeks away. Ten minutes ago I remembered that I still have a gym membership, which I might have to start using again. One minute ago I remembered that the Queen Anne municipal pool reopens next week, which I might have to start using for the first time. I loathe the 13, but feel short of options.
I'm spending too much time doing time-zone math and not enough time taking care of myself, but getting better.
An unwelcome reminder: spending any significant time reading carefully worded, panegyric essays on feminism and queer politics is going to completely ruin you for old-fashioned tackiness. sarrabellum linked to this lousy outfitter of lousy outfits. The fact that those exist for sale, on the expectation that actual women will purchase and/or enjoy wearing them, is horrifying on many levels - until I remember that it's only a tiny crack in what feels, right now, like an overwhelming divide.
Edited to add: I'm not attacking that costume site from a viewpoint critical of cosplay or fetishy dress-up. I don't have a problem with either of those things, and I don't mean to come down saying that women ought not to have choices there.
I should be more specific. sarrabellum linked to the Anna Rexia women's skeleton costume. I find this about as upsetting as she does, and I think it's on par with some other costumes of theirs that go from "sexy" to pretty clearly misogynistic. It's the tape measure that bothers me. If not for that, it'd be a boring tube dress with an idealized but unremarkable skeleton on it (corsetry fans can dissect the symbolic implications of that ribcage if they like.) But it's not a skeleton any longer, it's a costume about an eating disorder. It's not funny, it's not cheekily cute, it's just ugly (the statement, never mind the dress) and sad.
That it's still for sale would suggest that someone somewhere wanted to buy it. There's no accounting for taste, and women can be plenty misogynistic too - that's a rant for another day. But that it exists says that someone thought that sexualizing anorexia, of all ironies, was a really good idea, and a whole bunch of other people made it happen.