i wouldn't let my husband name our kid after his dead wife, but that's just me.
question: are you aware that the FDA (upon the recommendation of the red cross, who used the screening practice for years before it was adopted by the FDA) bans any man who has had sex with another man any time after 1978 from giving blood? please to note: i am not asking whether or not you think this is an appropriate practice, because i have a 100% no-budge position on it and it's not worth arguing about. but you know that this practice exists, right? and if you were sending a mass e-mail to a group of people, more than 50% of whom were gay men, you might think twice before sending a mass e-mail encouraging these people to sign up for a blood drive, RIGHT?
sooooo, that's what i'm working on this week. (this is actually the least "sometimes my job is not like other peoples' jobs" thing that's happened to me in the last seven days, this time last week i was stuck in a management training seminar that got sidetracked by a half-hour discussion on how to parent transgender kindergarteners.)
speaking of righteous lather: recently i changed my voter registration to my new apartment. i live a mile away from the nearest T stop, and my new polling place is a mile in the opposite direction (so a mile in the opposite direction from where pretty much anyone who lives in my neighborhood who uses public transportation is trying to go). walking a mile isn't unreasonable, but it's not necessarily practical when i'm trying to get to or from work … in new england … in february. so i thought i'd check and see if i could take a bus there. if i wanted to take a bus to the polling place that's a mile from my house, i would have to take a route that utilizes two different buses, doubles back multiple times and takes forty-five minutes each way! the whole thing is starting to feel like an overly ham-handed civics class discussion problem on why low voter turnout exists.
and, okay, let's return briefly to our regularly scheduled discussion of sports and my hair.
sports: because i know a few of y'all are deadspin readers: i have been reading god save the fan and so far i'm ... really underwhelmed. which is too bad, because i generally really enjoy will leitch's more thinky essays and thought that this would just be more of that, but so far it's just somehow not like that. maybe he really needs the first person plural to be effective? (the book is written in first person singular. it's weirdly jarring!)
my hair: is gross and dry and shaggy-looking and i really, REALLY need a haircut, but since my last haircut, i home-dyed my hair black and have been cutting my own bangs in the bathroom mirror, so i'm worried that my hair stylist is going to yell at me. (this is the same hair stylist who, when i asked her to give me bangs, said, "no! that will look TERRIBLE," so i feel like it's a valid concern.)
sooooo, that's what i'm working on this week. (this is actually the least "sometimes my job is not like other peoples' jobs" thing that's happened to me in the last seven days, this time last week i was stuck in a management training seminar that got sidetracked by a half-hour discussion on how to parent transgender kindergarteners.)
speaking of righteous lather: recently i changed my voter registration to my new apartment. i live a mile away from the nearest T stop, and my new polling place is a mile in the opposite direction (so a mile in the opposite direction from where pretty much anyone who lives in my neighborhood who uses public transportation is trying to go). walking a mile isn't unreasonable, but it's not necessarily practical when i'm trying to get to or from work … in new england … in february. so i thought i'd check and see if i could take a bus there. if i wanted to take a bus to the polling place that's a mile from my house, i would have to take a route that utilizes two different buses, doubles back multiple times and takes forty-five minutes each way! the whole thing is starting to feel like an overly ham-handed civics class discussion problem on why low voter turnout exists.
and, okay, let's return briefly to our regularly scheduled discussion of sports and my hair.
sports: because i know a few of y'all are deadspin readers: i have been reading god save the fan and so far i'm ... really underwhelmed. which is too bad, because i generally really enjoy will leitch's more thinky essays and thought that this would just be more of that, but so far it's just somehow not like that. maybe he really needs the first person plural to be effective? (the book is written in first person singular. it's weirdly jarring!)
my hair: is gross and dry and shaggy-looking and i really, REALLY need a haircut, but since my last haircut, i home-dyed my hair black and have been cutting my own bangs in the bathroom mirror, so i'm worried that my hair stylist is going to yell at me. (this is the same hair stylist who, when i asked her to give me bangs, said, "no! that will look TERRIBLE," so i feel like it's a valid concern.)