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Month: August, 2014

Why we’re bad at flirting

Well, this is comforting.

Getting some inspiration from science, too.


“Shame feels the same for men and women…

“Shame feels the same for men and women, but it’s organized by gender. For women, the best example I can give you is Enjoli, the commercial: ‘I can put the wash on the line, pack the lunches, hand out the kisses and be at work at five to nine. I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan and never let you forget you’re a man.’ For women, shame is do it all, do it perfectly and never let them see you sweat. I don’t know how much perfume that commercial sold, but I guarantee you, it moved a lot of antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds. Shame, for women, is this web of unobtainable, conflicting, competing expectations about who we’re supposed to be. And it’s a straight-jacket. For men, shame is not a bunch of competing, conflicting expectations. Shame is one, do not be perceived as what? Weak.”

– Brené Brown, TED talk Listening to Shame

Created Equal by Mark Laita

Amish Teenagers/Punk Teenagers:

Amish Teenagers-Punk Teenagers



Bank Robber/Deputies:

Bank Robber-Deputies

French Chef/Short Order Cook:

French Chef-Short Order Cook

Motorcycle Gang/Altar Boys:

Motorcycle Gang-Altar Boys

Marine/War Veteran:

Marine-War Veteran



Astronaut/Alien Abductee:

Astronaut-Alien Abductee

Gang Member/Mafioso:

Gang Member-Mafioso

Baptist Minister/Ku Klux Klan:

Baptist Minister-Ku Klux Klan

Indigent Couple/Wealthy Couple:

Indigent Couple-Wealthy Couple

Fur Trapper/Woman with Dog:

Fur Trapper-Woman with Dog

Fortune Teller/Executioner:

Fortune Teller-Executioner



Company President/Janitor:

Company President-Janitor

Homeless Man/Real Estate Developer:

Homeless Man-Real Estate Developer

Beauty Pageant Contestant/Topless Dancer:

Beauty Pageant Contestant-Topless Dancer

Images from Upworthy’s post and Mark Laita’s website.

xkcd: Eyelash Wish Log

xkcd does it again!


From here.

Magic and Humans


Images from here.

“He had never blamed the wolves…

“He had never blamed the wolves for what they had done. He had never gone to war with them. The wolves had only acted according to their natures, after all. Only humans can choose to change what they are, and change is treacherous.”

Quote from The Painted Drum by Louise Erdrich (a book I highly recommend)

Image from here

Not All Women Wear Make-Up

a poem

Does it annoy you ever
that women are often defined
by consumer goods?
Make-up, tight pretty clothing, and shoes.

Men can wear make-up too
— and I mean,
people who call themselves men
not just people with penises
And besides,
not all women wear make-up.

Women do not have to wear make-up.
Women do not have to be fashionable
or knowledgeable about fashion.

Women do not have to be nurses
or hairdressers

Women do not have to have vaginas.
Women do not have to be fertile.
Women do not have to want babies.

Women do not have to be mothers
or wives
or girlfriends
Women’s most important relationship does not have to be with a man

Women do not have to be submissive
or needy
or controlling
or the bitch

Women do not have to be weak

Women do not have to be annoying
or compassionate.
Women do not have to be responsible
or strict

Women do not have to have the perfect breasts
or any breasts at all

Women do not have to be objectified
or oppressed
or uneducated

Women do not have to have soft voices
or silent ones
Women do not have to have good gossipers

Women do not have to have hair
or shave their legs
or armpits
or pubes

Women do not have to be first
or last

Women do not have to be beautiful or hot
to be talented

Women do not have to be graceful
or virgins
or sluts
or whores

Women do not have to be rape victims

Women do not have to be damsels in distress

But if none of these are requirements
for being a woman,
then what makes a woman?

Who is a woman?

Oh, right.
Of course.
I am.

Musings on Autism

Autism is weird, and it’s a weird thing for me to think about. I don’t want to consider it as completely tragic, where my brother is the victim and we mourn for him. It’s not like he’s dead or anything like that. On the other hand, I don’t want to consider it as completely beneficial, because it’s not. Autism is a great burden on my whole family, largely because so many people in this world are unable to connect to our struggle. Everyone in my family has believed at one point or another (including myself) that our struggles of dealing with autism are insignificant, because no one else is pointing out just how hard it is.

Not only do we struggle with the autism in my brother, but we struggle with the autism inside of each of us. Socializing is a great challenge. Understanding the mainstream sometimes feels impossible. We are an intellectual bunch and yet have a hard time connecting with the typical “nerdy” community.

It is hard to explain how difficult autism is to deal with. Sometimes my brother acts like a very spoiled child, yelling for things that he wants. If I get angry at him for it, sometimes he will get extremely upset and start hitting himself, and suddenly I realized for the millionth time that he is not a spoiled child. He has autism and whatever that autism is doing to him, it is making him act in a way that he does not want to act. I know he wants to be kind to all of us—and a lot of the time, he is kind to us. I remember precious moments when he would walk into my room and kiss me on the cheek, just like that, just out of the blue. Sometimes, though, something sets of an alarm inside his head, and he gets upset. Sometimes he can be calmed down with talking, writing things out, or if we help him say what he wants to say to us, but it is hard, and doesn’t always work. Sometimes he just has to be angry. There are lots of times when he gets angry at night. My parents get about as much sleep as they would if they had a perpetual two-year-old running around.

I don’t have many early memories of my brother or his autism, to be honest. Autism was never something new or different, never something to be remembered as distinct from other things. He was just my brother. He always has been.

My brother cannot take a shower by himself. If we told him to go get a shower, got him in the bathroom and heard the water running, he probably would not be able to turn the shower off himself. Even if you left him there overnight, in the morning you would wake up to find him still in the shower, unable to initiate turning off the shower, getting out, and putting clothes on.

Traveling can be a nightmare. My brother is extremely picky about what he eats, and he cannot change that. If he was not given the food that he liked, he wouldn’t eat anything. He would simply starve. If he gets angry during a car ride, then he screams in the car, and there isn’t much we can do about it. If we yell at him to stop, he hits himself, probably hating himself because he knows he cannot stop, even though he wants to.

Autism is a very hard thing to understand without living with it.

Autism can be funny, too. My family laughs a lot.

My sister took my brother to the bookstore once, even though she was nervous about it, and he yelled really loudly, “Funny!” in the store, drawing everyone’s attention and making my sister feel embarrassed. Then she realized that he wanted her to relax, to laugh, to not feel so nervous.
My brother says some really funny things sometimes. When my mom watched a documentary with him about autistic people learning to communicate through typing on the computer, she told him he was going to do that someday. He said back to her, “You got it, baby.”

Everyone wants to be normal, despite the fact that normal doesn’t exist and it is a terrible thing to want. If we did not have autism in our family, we would probably have a different, also very challenging problem. I have learned from my experience with autism that everyone has their own battle they are fighting, even when appearances seem to say otherwise. For this reason, it is important to be patient and understanding of others. Sometimes on the outside people can lash out and seem really mean when inside all they are is scared and hurt and frustrated.

I have a really, really hard time writing about autism, because no one really knows why or how autism happens, and also dealing with it is an experience that very few people I know are able to relate to. I think if I read more books about autism, like Strange Son or The Reason I Jump, I’ll get some more ideas of how to write about it.

“The brain is a reservoir…

“The brain is a reservoir of thought and magic”


Quote paraphrased from Wheezy Waiter.

Image from here.

Oh, To Be A Woman

a poem

Oh the frustration
that comes with menstruation
for which duration
much to my consternation
I will feel the translation of obnoxious vocations
of the perturbation of my southern relation
Perhaps it’s a taxation on my lack of flirtation
though how I have begged with dedication
for a brief probation
It’s possible it’s a celebration
of my deprivation of semen fertilization
Any alteration from this state is a temptation
but my only consolation is that impregnation
would cause me much more aggravation

Being on medication is only somewhat of an elevation
the only thing that really helps is masturbation
I need some kind of stimulation—preferably a vibration
to ease this irritation
but I lack all motivation to get up from this location
I want only relaxation and to focus on respiration
as I continue my toleration of this infestation
It’s a violation
I can’t wait for ovulation

It’s hard to tell if the correlation
between my period and my devastation
is indeed a causation
I’ve tried asking a blood relation
but they can only give me an estimation

Sexism is not a female’s only limitation
but try giving an explanation
to one of the other inclination
about this usurpation of our sacred location
There would probably be some exclamations
and some quick cancellations
of the paychecks for those who made the proclamation
(though they were only out of desperation)