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Weekend over. I'm left with a sunburn and an obscure feeling of 'hmmmm.'
I think the question to focus on is how have I changed over the past 3 years, and to less concern myself over how others have (or have not) changed.
I was reading a fitness magazine which happened to have an article about reasons and fixes for lacking sexual motivation. One of the suggestions is to just do it anyway, even if you don't want to, because you'll probably end up enjoying it somewhere along the process. One sex therapist says, "I always remind women that they spend their lives doing things they don't want to do initially."
what?
First of all, what sort of evidence is there to back that up? Secondly, why would that be implied as a gendered trend, applicable only to women? Thirdly, if that is true, shouldn't we be working on breaking those patterns rather than perpetuating them?
I'm trying to get in shape again. Funnily enough, the motivating factors for most of my actions are stubborness and pride. I found out that guys I knew at Menlo have gotten into running, and the first thing that comes to mind is "well if they can do it, I most certainly can too. I was a consecutive year Bay-to-Breakers racer. Sure, it was 8 years ago, but still!" So I've begun running after work. Running, crunches, and push-ups: my Anti-Gym Workout. I also want to try finding some dance classes to drop in on from time to time.
I'm not a huge Ani DiFranco follower, but she seems pretty intelligent as far as I can tell. There's one song that's pretty simple, "As Is," that used to remind me of Bart in certain respects. Particularly the lines:
I've got no illusions about you.
Guess what-- I never did.
It's playing now as I type this (which is really the primary reason I bothered to type it at all). And it seems defiant to me. An attempt to assert one's awareness and insight. An 'I know more than you give me credit for' claim. And I'm feeling that way again; I don't want to be foolish or illusioned.
Tomorrow, I promise myself, I will finally begin addressing some of the things on the To-Do List that I compiled weeks ago.
I think the question to focus on is how have I changed over the past 3 years, and to less concern myself over how others have (or have not) changed.
I was reading a fitness magazine which happened to have an article about reasons and fixes for lacking sexual motivation. One of the suggestions is to just do it anyway, even if you don't want to, because you'll probably end up enjoying it somewhere along the process. One sex therapist says, "I always remind women that they spend their lives doing things they don't want to do initially."
what?
First of all, what sort of evidence is there to back that up? Secondly, why would that be implied as a gendered trend, applicable only to women? Thirdly, if that is true, shouldn't we be working on breaking those patterns rather than perpetuating them?
I'm trying to get in shape again. Funnily enough, the motivating factors for most of my actions are stubborness and pride. I found out that guys I knew at Menlo have gotten into running, and the first thing that comes to mind is "well if they can do it, I most certainly can too. I was a consecutive year Bay-to-Breakers racer. Sure, it was 8 years ago, but still!" So I've begun running after work. Running, crunches, and push-ups: my Anti-Gym Workout. I also want to try finding some dance classes to drop in on from time to time.
I'm not a huge Ani DiFranco follower, but she seems pretty intelligent as far as I can tell. There's one song that's pretty simple, "As Is," that used to remind me of Bart in certain respects. Particularly the lines:
I've got no illusions about you.
Guess what-- I never did.
It's playing now as I type this (which is really the primary reason I bothered to type it at all). And it seems defiant to me. An attempt to assert one's awareness and insight. An 'I know more than you give me credit for' claim. And I'm feeling that way again; I don't want to be foolish or illusioned.
Tomorrow, I promise myself, I will finally begin addressing some of the things on the To-Do List that I compiled weeks ago.