Birthday's Thursday. Everyone's busy.
Possibly excepting my father, but I'd rather spend it by myself, thanks. I haven't reminded him of my birthday nor have any intention to do so. I don't need anything from him.
So am going to probably treat myself to lunch and then go to work like normal.
I am being angry at a variety of links.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/LAW/03/26/accuser.slain.ap/index.html This. Should. Not. Happen.
But you know something that's worse?
It's going to be highly publicized, I bet you, and men are going to /exult/ in publicizing it, because they can act like they care about women when what they're really saying is "See, bitch? It's not safe to say anything."
According to authorities, the case had been riddled with complexities from the beginning:
Ramen had waited several months before reporting the rape, and got married in the interim.
Waiting several months IS a complication, but why is getting married? Why do 'authorities' (read: men) always seem to think that rape or sexual abuse should define the rest of a woman's life? (As for why she waited several months, let us say she may have felt her attacker was a danger to her if she reported it. AND YOU KNOW WHAT?)
We have so far to go, my friends. We have so very far to go.
Leonard Ramen claimed Megnath had repeatedly called their home and cellular phones to intimidate them, and feared that reporting it would only bring more shame to his wife.
Shame? /Shame/? Let me tell you from shame. It is a /shame/ for family and husband to stand by and not support the woman, so that it took her months to lay accusations of the initial crime and he was never charged with the succeeding ones. It is not a /shame/ to be raped. It is a /shame/ that rape still happens, that women are still scared to report these things, that people still feel like women need to /hide/ it.
Mind, the fellow is still /just/ accused of /anything/. He MAY be innocent. And this is for a court of law to decide. But... Without his motive, this is a very senseless crime for as directed and deliberate as it seems to be.
Okay, now the next thing. I am being angry at Japan. Yes, I know I have many Japanophiles on my friends list. I still maintain that they nurture a creepy, sexually dysfunctional culture - I'd like to think it's a subculture, or rather, a set of subcultures, but I don't know - which makes the fundies look sane. This is, of course, about the comfort women thing in part, but. Eh. Come on, these are the people that did Evangelion.
I am angry at US business.
http://www.businessweek.com/bwdaily/dnflash/content/mar2007/db20070326_868213.htm Hi. I'm a qualified CS major american. My resume's on Monster.com. Why are you hiring people overseas? Because I have no on job experience as a coder? Well, ya know something? Carts and horses here. Instead, we subcontract Indian firms, who hire Indian coders, and then hire the Indian coders over here. (Who, incidentally bring their wives, who then are here in the US on the legal sufferance of their husbands, with no money and no ability to work; do a google on "H-4 domestic abuse" or similar. Many of them enter into marriages arranged by parents in India, and meet their husband to be only when they arrive in the US. They're /trapped/. They can't even fly home. Their family probably wouldn't approve and they can't get the money anyhow.)
I am /angry/ at American Business.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/26/business/26care.html?ref=us Bob Parr, where are you? We need you! Not Mr. Incredible, but Bob Parr. (By night, he's a superhero, ordinary Mr. Incredible, stopping common muggers and terrorists; by /day/, he's Bob Parr, Insurance Agent par excellence, making sure honest people get the coverage they paid for.)