the one with i'm back
Blargh. I am back at my flat after spending the weekend with the grandparents. Earlier today I had lunch out with family people for my youngest cousin's fifth birthday. She didn't quite know who I was when I turned up, due to the SURPRISE black/brown hair, but eventually figured it out.
So I'm back. The Loud Musical Christians are having a good ol' noisy Christian sing-a-long across the road in the school, so I think I might go for a walk to mail my letters because "Ohhhhhh Goddddd you saaaaaaved meeeeeee" is proving to be something I do not want to listen to this evening.
Update later! With...news!
EDIT:
Planned walk around the local oval was thwarted by people using the cricket oval to (oh god) play cricket. However, I did post my letter which is good because god knows I need the money out of the bank and that form should do that for me. *crosses fingers* Just hope I filled out the blasted form properly.
This morning I woke up and had breakfast. This should've been a good thing. It was quiet, rainy and very much a Nice Sunday Morning. But then my Grandma started with the casual sexism. Then my Pop raised her some Quite Insulting sexism. This had actually started the night prior, when Grandma went to great pains to prepare steak "for the Men" and chicken "for the women". Not much that they were saying was particularly on the scale of What Warrants A Decent Rant, but ugh. It honestly baffles me that in my family, I will never never be considered (when properly good at it) as good of a driver as my brother for the simple reason that he is male. Despite being quite rubbish at driving these days, Pop refused to let Grandma drive down to the city. He had to do it. It took for freaking ages, and we were overtaken by an embarrassingly large number of cars.
I honestly hadn't realised how mostly being by myself had wrapped me in a bubble where people are just People not "men" and "women". I do know that women are still generally not treated equally with men these days (hello stupid lower wages), and I know that men sometimes are also treated poorly (hello stupid belief that men can't suffer from domestic violence), but I just wish we could get past this stupid labelling and just accept people for being people*? Oh how naive and young I probably sound.
Anyway. I really have nothing more to say about it other than "this is something that still happens, it shouldn't still be happening".
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In other news, I am shortsighted and now have distance glasses as well as reading glasses. So now I have three pairs of glasses that I wear on a regular basis (third being sunglasses). My new distance glasses are a pair of pretty swish RayBans. Now I have two pairs of RayBans, and my brother got RayBan frames for his distance glasses too. I know there's a hipster line somewhere near me but I'm not quite sure which side of it I'm on these days.
Had a driving lesson with The Brother on Saturday, in which I nearly crashed and caused a traffic altercation. The operative word here is nearly. Strangely, I am not particularly freaked out by this, at the time obviously there was a lot of "oh god I can't do this why am I doing this" but it was minimal (I didn't cry and got over it and drove out of the way). I would honestly have to say learning to drive is relatively similar to doing aural--you have to get up infront of people and try to do something you might not get right the first time, but you have to deal with it and just keep going without breaking down and giving up. So, to James my aural lecturer who has since left the uni, thanks for teaching me more life skills than all of my other courses put together.
Earlier this evening I got myself slightly (read: sobbing uncontrollably) upset and really wanted to talk to Michael. I did get to briefly. I feel rather guilty for wanting so much of his time, after finding out that at work he's had to transport still born babies to the morgue, and is currently out doing a landsearch for a lost 23 month old baby on the Sunshine Coast with the SES. I just want to do something nice for him, but really don't know what to do (he's got a girlfriend, there's not much you can do without stepping on toes in these cases).
And no, I am not one of those people who gets offended when people say "men" to mean both men and women. I get that. "Men" in that sense is equivalent to "people" or "humans".
So I'm back. The Loud Musical Christians are having a good ol' noisy Christian sing-a-long across the road in the school, so I think I might go for a walk to mail my letters because "Ohhhhhh Goddddd you saaaaaaved meeeeeee" is proving to be something I do not want to listen to this evening.
Update later! With...news!
EDIT:
Planned walk around the local oval was thwarted by people using the cricket oval to (oh god) play cricket. However, I did post my letter which is good because god knows I need the money out of the bank and that form should do that for me. *crosses fingers* Just hope I filled out the blasted form properly.
This morning I woke up and had breakfast. This should've been a good thing. It was quiet, rainy and very much a Nice Sunday Morning. But then my Grandma started with the casual sexism. Then my Pop raised her some Quite Insulting sexism. This had actually started the night prior, when Grandma went to great pains to prepare steak "for the Men" and chicken "for the women". Not much that they were saying was particularly on the scale of What Warrants A Decent Rant, but ugh. It honestly baffles me that in my family, I will never never be considered (when properly good at it) as good of a driver as my brother for the simple reason that he is male. Despite being quite rubbish at driving these days, Pop refused to let Grandma drive down to the city. He had to do it. It took for freaking ages, and we were overtaken by an embarrassingly large number of cars.
I honestly hadn't realised how mostly being by myself had wrapped me in a bubble where people are just People not "men" and "women". I do know that women are still generally not treated equally with men these days (hello stupid lower wages), and I know that men sometimes are also treated poorly (hello stupid belief that men can't suffer from domestic violence), but I just wish we could get past this stupid labelling and just accept people for being people*? Oh how naive and young I probably sound.
Anyway. I really have nothing more to say about it other than "this is something that still happens, it shouldn't still be happening".
~~~
In other news, I am shortsighted and now have distance glasses as well as reading glasses. So now I have three pairs of glasses that I wear on a regular basis (third being sunglasses). My new distance glasses are a pair of pretty swish RayBans. Now I have two pairs of RayBans, and my brother got RayBan frames for his distance glasses too. I know there's a hipster line somewhere near me but I'm not quite sure which side of it I'm on these days.
Had a driving lesson with The Brother on Saturday, in which I nearly crashed and caused a traffic altercation. The operative word here is nearly. Strangely, I am not particularly freaked out by this, at the time obviously there was a lot of "oh god I can't do this why am I doing this" but it was minimal (I didn't cry and got over it and drove out of the way). I would honestly have to say learning to drive is relatively similar to doing aural--you have to get up infront of people and try to do something you might not get right the first time, but you have to deal with it and just keep going without breaking down and giving up. So, to James my aural lecturer who has since left the uni, thanks for teaching me more life skills than all of my other courses put together.
Earlier this evening I got myself slightly (read: sobbing uncontrollably) upset and really wanted to talk to Michael. I did get to briefly. I feel rather guilty for wanting so much of his time, after finding out that at work he's had to transport still born babies to the morgue, and is currently out doing a landsearch for a lost 23 month old baby on the Sunshine Coast with the SES. I just want to do something nice for him, but really don't know what to do (he's got a girlfriend, there's not much you can do without stepping on toes in these cases).
And no, I am not one of those people who gets offended when people say "men" to mean both men and women. I get that. "Men" in that sense is equivalent to "people" or "humans".