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* this burgeoning new(ish) anti-abortion crisis/legislation in the states (hallo, south dakota) is making me even ANGRIER about these... these... JERKS.
if these "pro-life" (and what does that even MEAN) assholes really value life so much, then why don't they put their (apparently) endless resources and political power toward POSITIVE social change? why don't they set up huge organisations to help the people who NEED a little extra help to get by? why don't they donate funding to schools? why don't they put their enormous amounts of money putting kids, who otherwise couldn't afford it, through college? why do some of them spend their whole lives picketing and harassing women when they COULD be volunteering to make things better in their communities? why is the mother's own humanity LOST in these endless debates?
why don't they take a good, hard look at their stance on abstinence-only health education and how it feeds the very thing they're willing, in some cases, to KILL FULLY-FORMED AND FUNCTIONAL HUMAN BEINGS for?
jeez. what the crap is the point of a life if its quality is rock-freaking-bottom? this stuff makes me crazy.
* i'm sure native people everywhere will be flocking to wellington's latest restaurant, Crazy Horse: The Steakhouse.
* today i made the mistake of attempting to make an Art Person laugh. why, oh WHY did i try to engage such a creature in humour? why, oh WHY did i forget that (for the most part, BUT! with notable exceptions) once you start being associated with The Art World, it is necessary to shed all vestiges of The Funny and take yourself Very Seriously because you are Close (if you get my drift) to Art, because you are Art's Living Translator (or whatever) and thus have aquired The Stupid Haircut of the Initiated and Transcended the Social Norms of Humans. anyway. i think my momentary lapse in judgement happened because the guy whose opening i was attending is actually really funny so i thought maybe the people he was working with wouldn't be a bunch of self-important jerks. whatever.
how can i love art so much but have such an abiding dislike for those who work with it? le sigh.
if these "pro-life" (and what does that even MEAN) assholes really value life so much, then why don't they put their (apparently) endless resources and political power toward POSITIVE social change? why don't they set up huge organisations to help the people who NEED a little extra help to get by? why don't they donate funding to schools? why don't they put their enormous amounts of money putting kids, who otherwise couldn't afford it, through college? why do some of them spend their whole lives picketing and harassing women when they COULD be volunteering to make things better in their communities? why is the mother's own humanity LOST in these endless debates?
why don't they take a good, hard look at their stance on abstinence-only health education and how it feeds the very thing they're willing, in some cases, to KILL FULLY-FORMED AND FUNCTIONAL HUMAN BEINGS for?
jeez. what the crap is the point of a life if its quality is rock-freaking-bottom? this stuff makes me crazy.
* i'm sure native people everywhere will be flocking to wellington's latest restaurant, Crazy Horse: The Steakhouse.
* today i made the mistake of attempting to make an Art Person laugh. why, oh WHY did i try to engage such a creature in humour? why, oh WHY did i forget that (for the most part, BUT! with notable exceptions) once you start being associated with The Art World, it is necessary to shed all vestiges of The Funny and take yourself Very Seriously because you are Close (if you get my drift) to Art, because you are Art's Living Translator (or whatever) and thus have aquired The Stupid Haircut of the Initiated and Transcended the Social Norms of Humans. anyway. i think my momentary lapse in judgement happened because the guy whose opening i was attending is actually really funny so i thought maybe the people he was working with wouldn't be a bunch of self-important jerks. whatever.
how can i love art so much but have such an abiding dislike for those who work with it? le sigh.