Taken from zoethe

Presidential Flip-flops. Or, as I'm told they used to be called, thongs.

In which Connie has cause to feel very, very silly.

I was eating an apple for breakfast today, and after I was halfway through, I noticed that there was a something where I'd just bitten. After looking at it a bit, I decided I had no idea what it was, so I threw it and the apple out. Then I got on the train. And realized one of my bottom front teeth felt a little weird. Honestly, the realization wasn't even fully formed before I went "oh, shit, part of my tooth flaked off!"

Good news and bad news about the whole situation, after my emergency trip to the dentist. The good news is that my tooth did NOT start falling to bits, and that, in fact, I am very lucky (emphasis NOT mine) to have good teeth, because what fell of was a chunk of tarter, and that there was more still on the tooth, and my gums were starting to recede, and I was very lucky that there was hardly any real damage - yet. But lots of icky tarter. And look, here's a diagram of what's going to happen if you don't shape up - now! See? Teeth falling out? You're really very lucky - yes, he went on like this for a while, the dentist. He didn't need to bother, I'd already been freaked out enough, and duly scared.

See, I am hardly conscientious about brushing my teeth. I mean, I do brush, but not as often as I ought to. And until relatively recently, I didn't really brush at all. So by the time I started brushing, I was unable to brush my actual teeth, I was just brushing, apparently, the stuff that was on my teeth.

So now I have to make an appointment and have the teeth cleaned, and he wrote out a prescription for antibiotics and mouthwash (which I'll fill in the morning, it's too late now really) and told me again that I was very lucky.

Maybe I am. But I was also very embarassed at the sorry state of my teeth. And the repeated lecturing.

Fucking stupid comment in feminist

Everyone know's what the Holocaust was. 6 million Jews killed for no good reason except a dictator who needed someone to blame. Well after the Holocaust when the UN set up the Isreali state in the former Palestine, Isrealis, now in the majority Jews to Muslim ratio, began to persecute the former Palestinians. They drove them out of villages, killed their children, made them pay heavy taxes, and not get good jobs. Now you think the Isrealis, because of the Holocaust would know what it was like, they did, but they did it anyways. I am in no way vilifying Jewish people or Isrealis, but this situation proves that suffering in the past does not justify the victim's lashing out.

1. Apparently, not everybody knows what the Holocaust was. We're talking about ten million people, sixty percent of whom were Jewish (or married to somebody Jewish, or descended from somebody Jewish). Sixty percent is a majority, but hardly the entirety of the loss.

2. I'm not going to pretend I agree with Israel's policies, but the most noticeable reaction from the Palestinians is just as bad! All it does is give Israel an excuse to say "see, they're mean and evil!" The only people in the whole situation who have any sense are those who 1. left or 2. are trying out the idea of peaceful protest. And that's on both sides of the issue.

3. The rest of the post was equally asinine, including a ubiquitous "free speech cannot be taken away" comment. *rolls her eyes*

Wait, I decided to post it here.

Example #2: estu_k_aftadai and kalelian vs. feminist
I cite the first amendment that every person has a right to free speech and press. To translate that, everyone has the right to think what they want and write what they want. You don't have to like it, but they have that right. Sure you can ban people like them from the community, but what happens when you ban all those people? You end up with a endless string of men's crimes against the world. Hurray, you've proven men must be evil because everything that is posted on the community is about evil men. Why is that? becasue you've banned everyone else. Good job, that's like predicting the vote of the coming election by checking the polls in Texas.

What happened in my English class today....

We're talking about the last reading, which was written by a gay man just after AIDS became the big thing. So he's mad that he's losing all his friends to this disease, and the government isn't doing anything to stop it. He's also mad that he's lost friends to more blatant forms of homophobia, so he makes some comments about homophobia being the "national sport of straight men". This is where the fight started, but I want to finish the paragraph before describing the fight. The last thing he talks about is his brother, who had spina bifida and was, years later, still mad that he never had a wheelchair growing up. He could have had one, but his parents kept waiting for a cure.

So, basically, the reading was about tolerance and acceptance and how it's sorely lacking in the world.

Got it? Good, on with the story.

Guy across the room, he raises his hand and starts talking about how "he doesn't understand why it's called homophobia, he's not scared of them, he just doesn't agree with that lifestyle". I flex my fingers but keep my mouth shut. I don't want to start a fight.

Somebody else, she goes on about how "she doesn't agree with it either, but they see it as a civil rights issue, so..." My cheek is sore from the pressure, but I don't want to say anything.

Now the first guy is trying to talk. "Civil rights issue? Like the civil rights movement in the sixties? How dare they? I mean, I didn't choose to be black! But they-"

BAM. The words aren't out of his mouth before they're out of mine, and loud.

Apparently, gay people choose to be gay, but it's natural for him to be straight. Stupid fucking MORON. And the professor shut me up before I could really make my point, though I doubt it was very clear over the sound of everybody and me yelling.

We all calm down. We're not mad. Not us! And we talk a bit more about the story, without really touching on the pervasive element of being gay.

And finally, I'm allowed to make the last comment, we really should be moving on. And I can tell that if I start another yelling match, I'll be hushed up.

"We-ll, you can also see this as a disability rights issue, I think. I mean, his brother, he calls him crippled, and sure his legs didn't work, but that's not what crippled* him. He was more harmed by the fact that his parents wouldn't accept him as he was, and kept holding out for a cure. It was the crippling attitudes of society that harmed him. *pause* Ratherlikesimilarattitudeshavecausedgayteenstohavesomeofthehighestsuicideratesinthecountr-"

"Yes, well, moving on!"

You know you've been hanging out with the wrong crowd of people when you can say things like "crippling attitudes of society" without even thinking about it.

*_{No comments, please. The story called him crippled, and switching to disabled midstream would've messed up my flow. Besides, the word's not the thing, right?}