Category: Crankypantsing

Crankypantsing, Ladybusiness

That Joke Isn’t Funny

Shelly

There’s a discussion in the dog groups (which, of course, has bupkis to do with dogs) in which various parents overreact to boys showing interest in their daughters. Not a word, as far as I can tell, about protecting their young sons from the sexual advances of young women.

I just find the whole “girls are either virgins or sluts but boys are always studs” crap fascinating. And by fascinating, I mean cringe-inducing. Parents want to protect their daughters’ virtue, but boys are meant to fool around. It’s sort of a badge of honor, in fact (wink-wink, nudge-nudge, say no more). When girls do the same, they’re promiscuous, trampy whores. Just think of all the negative terms we have for sexually active women, vs. the sorts of terms we have for sexually active men. Sexually active men are admired and praised, while their female counterparts are shamed and denigrated.

And there’s a subtext that’s kind of skeevy. The whole “protect your daughters so that you can hand them over to their next owner with virtue intact” crap that gets celebrated at father-daughter purity balls (no, I am not making this up) is frankly horrifying. It’s one thing to teach your children–all of them–to be responsible, respectful human beings, but quite another to fetishize girls’ hymens.[1]

Anyway, jokes about buying chastity belts for your daughters or threatening to shoot boys who fool around with them make me cranky.

IBTP, of course.

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[1] It’s not just a matter of quaint, harmless tradition, either. When you have fucknecks like Bill Napoli bloviating about how only virginal, Christian girls are worthy of compassion should they have the misfortune to be raped, hymen fetishization takes on a whole new dimension.

Crankypantsing

DST

Shelly

I’m glad we’re back on real Indiana time, but I hate that it feels late when it’s only 6 or 7PM. Yuck! It wasn’t so bad when the shorter days crept up slowly, but to get so far into fall and then suddenly have to turn the clocks back is kind of miserable.

And the crappy grey weather is notnotnot helping.

Crankypantsing, Meta

Aaack!

Shelly

I’ve been having intermittent trouble getting to my WordPress dashboard, but I think I’ve figured out the source of that problem (accessing the admin panel via two different machines, then forgetting to log out before trying to log in on the second machine–duh).

Today, I had no trouble getting to the dashboard, but my blog was gone. Bupkis. I tried an alternate browser. I tried looking at my error log. Hmmm. Lots of activity there, and of the variety that makes me think someone hacked my blog. Again. Basically, they were trying to access scripts and files I don’t use, but then they hit pay dirt. My wp-blog-header.php file was full of wacky code. So, I managed to track down the problem (go me!), but then couldn’t delete the header file via FTP, because the fucknecks had changed the file permissions. Grrr. My webhost provides a web-based way to update files, though, so I was able to fix it that way.

And now, things seem to be back to normal. I’m going to have to hunt around to see if anyone else has had the same problem, and if so, what they did to fix it in a more permanent fashion than just deleting the evil code. Of course, I could upgrade to the next version of WordPress, but I still haven’t mentally recovered from the last upgrade.

Art, Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Miscellanea

Shelly

1. Harriet’s feet seem to be well on the mend. She’s not trying to sneak off and chew them, and the hair is growing back where it was worn away. Her ears are still sore, though. I don’t know if they’re just going to take longer to heal, or if I’m going to have to go back to the vet for drops. I was dubious about using wipes on her ears in the first place, because they only reach the upper parts, and the real infection is much farther down the ear canal. I’ve got six more days of wipes, so I guess we’ll have to re-evaluate at the end of the week.

2. And about those feet! They are snowy white for the first time in literally years. Very exciting. For all the stupid crap she’s had to deal with the past few months, it seems as if at least the allergy problem has been solved. And since that was, to me, the most difficult one to narrow down, well, I’m doing the happy dance.

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See the shiny white hair between her pads? A couple of months ago, that was stained red, from saliva.

3. WTHIWWP?!: If you’re going to belittle another person’s artistic abilities, you might want to first make sure that yours aren’t laughable. I read a huge screed on another blog about how X, Y, and Z are amateurish dingbats, and then I went and looked at the ranter’s own artwork. My, but that’s a very low bar! Not to mention the weirdness of being that obsessed with other people’s artwork and whether or not they are doing it “right.”

Crankypantsing

M’kaythen!

Shelly

As I was driving home from work today, I saw, on one side of the street, a jogger running in the bike lane, and on the other side of the street, a cyclist riding on the sidewalk.

I also saw a guy on a bike wait through a very long light, until the traffic was against him, before he crossed 10th street at the bypass.

What the hell is wrong with people?