Monday, October 18, 2010
RIP Michael "Eyedea" Larsen
Sunday, October 17, 2010
I know I've gone missing...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
ye ye yella yelawolf
Friday, July 2, 2010
red rocks amphitheater
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Art you should check out..
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
a small glimpse of where I've been....
Friday, April 23, 2010
Sometimes I'm really girly....
Monday, March 29, 2010
Just going to put this on the table...
I've been thinking a lot about sexism, and feminism a lot lately. And noticing some really bizarre patterns in my life that I guess I was a bit blind to until this point.
This weekend, I took my dad out to dinner. We went to a "sports bar" he diggs chicken wings he's a southerner after all. While waiting to get seated I put my name on the list, and stepped aside; had a bit of a wait. I was told how long it would be and that my name would be called when a table was ready. Standing near the host booth, I observed the way the man treated everyone in line after me. They were all male, and he asked each of them if they were there to eat, or for the fight. Now I am a girl, there with my dad, but I was the only one in the entire 45 minute period that was not asked if I was there for the fight. I was only there to hang with my pops and eat, but I still found it to be a bit rude that I was not asked. I'm not being sensitive here, I know most females don't enjoy this stuff but I do know plenty who do. When the majority of patrons are there for one of two things, why couldn't the question be voiced to all?
Today I've been talking with my best, about chicks with tattoos. I've come to learn the social stigma against tattoos for the most part is not very apparent in my daily life. Yeah my grandma still cringes when she sees 'em but I work a 9-5 in a semi corporate setting and have plenty of friends doing the same, with beautiful tattoos. But I am still awestruck by the fact that females, with tattoos often get looked at as sluts or easy. It just doesn't make sense to me. A man with a tattoo is fine and tough, and never a whore. This also doesn't give anyone who wants the open invitation to touch me. This is my body, I did decide to make it what I feel better to look at; but keep your damn hands off me. Just because I am the girl with tattoos in the bar, doesn't mean I would go home with you, when the wholesome girl in the pink polo wont.
I really never considered myself a feminist. Over the last 6 months or year, I've found myself more often defending my gender. I'm a strong independent female. It's just kind of strange, that just being that has to be labeled in such a way. Maybe it's the connotation that has always gone with the phrase, that makes me cringe a little (which is a whole other can of worms). Wanting to be looked at equally for many of the things am, I just find it a little silly that I would have to throw that label on myself. Tattooed, female, native, short, whatever else you want to throw in the mix. I've just felt a lack of respect from people around me, that I never really noticed before.
Well that's a lot to digest, and a little more serious then I tend to go on the internets. But hey sometimes you gotta get these things off your back. And my iChat partner in crime is away in a meeting. Damn.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sooo...
Maine
Vermont
New Hampshire
Massachusetts
West Virginia
North Carolina
South Carolina
Alabama
Mississippi
Tennessee
Kentucky
Louisiana
Texas
New Mexico
Nevada
Idaho
Oregon
Washington
Alaska
Hawaii
Most of these will be accomplished by forcing my friends who do live in these states to take road trips with me. So if you live in these places.. oh get ready... I am coming.
If you want to know these states... tell me... if i can visit you in these states tell me.... if you just want to take the best road trip ever tell me...
traveltraveltravel.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
return home
Monday, January 25, 2010
and today...
I saw a car accident a few weeks ago, a little old man in a car right in front of me was pummeled by another car. The little old man did nothing wrong, he was waiting for the light to turn green and his car was hit. I got out of my car to talk to the man, make sure he was okay. He was a little shook up so I asked if he wanted me to follow him. We had to drive a ways down the road, turn around to get back to the accident, he didn't drive over 15 miles an hour - so this took a little time. I gave him my contact information and went on my way.