Ugh... men...
I spent THREE HOURS arguing w/ my boss at the cafe, Ron, about why we should not close our borders to immigrants, why the feminist movement is so much more than a clash of genders, why AIDS is a SERIOUS pandemic, why tapping phones is a SERIOUS violation of our fundamental civil rights, why it is difficult for native American students to adapt to life outside the reservation, and, most importantly, why bitching about problems and not choosing to act appropriately is as great a contribution to the problem as is quiet and complacent apathy.
He was making broad sweeping generalizations based on a few isolated experiences in his life. I know a woman who claims to be a feminist and all she does is bash the war, I know blacks from New Orleans who now have jobs thanks to the aftermath of Katrina (yeah I know, real classy, huh?), I know a vietnamese man who's cheating workman's comp, so all immigrants will inevitably do the same.
Fuck... this is why I could never truly debate. I make valid points, but by the end of the argument I either get so flustered I can't speak, or my emotions ecclipse my reason and I errupt violently and unleash all my anger at my opponent for no reason other than he (or she) is, in my opinion, wrong and therefore deserving of a well-timed shit fan explosion from yours truly. By the end of this massive argument, I didn't realize that I had been shouting until I walked out to help a customer and she was just standing there staring at me sheepishly.
He is a self righteous old prick who definitely has issues with ethnic superiority. He thinks that making bilingual sings/ literature is a waste of time. He believes that the reason why crime rates are higher in poorer and and ethnically diverse neighborhoods is because the people choose to stay that way and refuse to change. I'm surprised he took my yelling as well as he did. At certain points I was pretty much asking him face to face who the hell he thought he was, passing judgment as he was doing.
So this is my experience w/ Spokane men thus far. I'm interesting enough for awhile, and for a few random sexploration sessions, but then I apparently lose that hotspa (spelled it wrong, I know) I started out with and the end result is someone hardly worth acknowledging. Here is my dilemma, I don't miss Denver but I miss my sisters, my family... I love Spokane, but the men here are such an embarassment to the male sex in general that they seem deserving of their own classification all together... yes, a new taxonomic classification, just for them.
Do I sound bitter? I think I'm ovulating and I hate it. Bought $30 worth of chocolate at Alpine Deli today and randomly started crying on my way home from work: a tell tale sign that estrogen and progesterone are pretty high and will peak here pretty soon. But here is my good news, the cold steel of my new sword feels superb against my hip and I've started working on balance. Also, I made some valid point wit Ron today, so much that he's interested in reading more diverse literature instead of the consvative oriented material he routinely reads' listens to on the radio,
Gawd this is sad, I can hardly keep my eyes open. Sorry if this doesn't make mush sense, its become a struggle to stay awake even for LJ.
He was making broad sweeping generalizations based on a few isolated experiences in his life. I know a woman who claims to be a feminist and all she does is bash the war, I know blacks from New Orleans who now have jobs thanks to the aftermath of Katrina (yeah I know, real classy, huh?), I know a vietnamese man who's cheating workman's comp, so all immigrants will inevitably do the same.
Fuck... this is why I could never truly debate. I make valid points, but by the end of the argument I either get so flustered I can't speak, or my emotions ecclipse my reason and I errupt violently and unleash all my anger at my opponent for no reason other than he (or she) is, in my opinion, wrong and therefore deserving of a well-timed shit fan explosion from yours truly. By the end of this massive argument, I didn't realize that I had been shouting until I walked out to help a customer and she was just standing there staring at me sheepishly.
He is a self righteous old prick who definitely has issues with ethnic superiority. He thinks that making bilingual sings/ literature is a waste of time. He believes that the reason why crime rates are higher in poorer and and ethnically diverse neighborhoods is because the people choose to stay that way and refuse to change. I'm surprised he took my yelling as well as he did. At certain points I was pretty much asking him face to face who the hell he thought he was, passing judgment as he was doing.
So this is my experience w/ Spokane men thus far. I'm interesting enough for awhile, and for a few random sexploration sessions, but then I apparently lose that hotspa (spelled it wrong, I know) I started out with and the end result is someone hardly worth acknowledging. Here is my dilemma, I don't miss Denver but I miss my sisters, my family... I love Spokane, but the men here are such an embarassment to the male sex in general that they seem deserving of their own classification all together... yes, a new taxonomic classification, just for them.
Do I sound bitter? I think I'm ovulating and I hate it. Bought $30 worth of chocolate at Alpine Deli today and randomly started crying on my way home from work: a tell tale sign that estrogen and progesterone are pretty high and will peak here pretty soon. But here is my good news, the cold steel of my new sword feels superb against my hip and I've started working on balance. Also, I made some valid point wit Ron today, so much that he's interested in reading more diverse literature instead of the consvative oriented material he routinely reads' listens to on the radio,
Gawd this is sad, I can hardly keep my eyes open. Sorry if this doesn't make mush sense, its become a struggle to stay awake even for LJ.