Archive for September, 2011

Whatcha wearing?

// September 30th, 2011 // No Comments » // clothing

Yesterday, there was very minor kerfluffle because coverage of an event by our local alt-media included color commentary of wardrobes. Shoes and gender discrimination seemed to be the focus of the discussion. Deep down, it was a misdirection by the main complainant, but everyone chimed in and it snowballed into pie recipes.

Anyone with a small town in their history knows all too well that the community papers which have almost disappeared, use clothing descriptions in articles about social gatherings as a writing art form. Small town columnists use carefully worded descriptions of attendee outfits to say everything or nothing about the event and the people there. The mention of a designer label could be used to praise the wearer’s taste or hint at illicitly gained money depending on the writer’s intent.

Good writing about the costumes that people choose for their public persona is neither sexist nor pointless. As for shoes, I notice footwear that other people wear and if you are in earshot you will hear me notice it. I love spiky, chunky, shiny and silly shoes that I see on other women. I do marvel at their ability to wear extremely fancy shoes when my feet hurt just thinking about wearing them. Shoes are art and it takes an athlete to wear some of them. The world just seems a little bit more beautiful because of those shoes.

Once upon a time, I sat in Market Square watching hordes of teens and preteen girls dressed in shirts worn as dresses and cowboy boots. Just before a migraine took over my ability to function, I commented on Facebook about the silliness of this fashion trend just as my mother would have mumbled complaints via soup cans on a string when I went through a phase of oversized t-shirts and slouch boots with leggings. I think the shirt and cowboy boots look is ridiculous outside of a bar or club. Someone used my comment as an excuse to tell me my backside is big (no duh) and then posted on their own wall that I was calling the slut walk participants sluts.

I was there for the slut walk and the cowboy boot/shirt teens and girls were not participating in it. I did not call them sluts and the entire point of the slut walk is that women don’t “ask” to be raped based on what they wear. That has absolutely zero to do with my feelings about a fashion trend. I will discuss issues with you, but I am too tired and time is too short to deal with misdirection.

I get that the next six weeks are going to be brutal for the people of Knoxville who feel strongly about our next Mayor. Since we can’t unfriend everyone, let’s try to focus on the issues instead of attacking each other.

Not just any beans

// September 26th, 2011 // No Comments » // food, teenagers

Me: “Have you eaten anything other than funnel cake today?”
Girl Teen: “I just finished eating some baked beans.”
Me: “Beans?”
Girl teen: “Bush’s beans. I didn’t think I could buy them in New York, so I hid a can in my luggage.”
Me: “The luggage we shipped so you could travel to school on the Megabus?”
Girl teen: “Yes. I couldn’t imagine a semester without the good kind of beans.”

A restaurant or food cart every few feet and the pink haired teen is worried about being homesick for… Bush’s baked beans.

Dogs are children too

// September 23rd, 2011 // No Comments » // animals

If you ask the question,
“Would the dogs prefer a sliced or unsliced antler?”

And you answer it,
“Let’s get one of each and see which they prefer.”

Then you will spend an entire day saying things like,
“Stop that growling right now.”

And,
“Be nice. Kisses. Be nice.”

Until you finally say,
“Find a way to slice this other antler or I am throwing it in the trash.”

blue and white predators

// September 22nd, 2011 // No Comments » // people

While sitting in the parking lot of a nearby grocery, I watched what appeared to be a mother and her late teens son. They walked, zig-zagging down the rows of parked cars while peeking in the windows of each and every vehicle. Occasionally, I would lose sight of them as other cars and people came and went, but twice, the mother and child reunited to chat briefly before resuming their wolves in search of a wounded sheep behavior.

There was a time in my life when I would have been appalled by this behavior. Now, I see it as the blue collar version of what happens in offices all day long. The nasty parasitic attitude that anyone who gets taken for a ride deserves it is applauded if you wear a white collar. This isn’t a new phenomenon. It’s the way it has always been. Reactions to blue and white locusts haven’t changed either. In public, we are supposed to pity the blue predators while admiring the white predators. In private, well, it doesn’t matter, because that’s the stuff that everyone pretends doesn’t happen.

I don’t ‘do’ pretend. I don’t pretend not to notice those who earn a living taking advantage of others any more than I pretend to be friends with people who should not ever be trusted.

Link dump

// September 21st, 2011 // No Comments » // people

1. Assange’s autobiography being leaked is hilarious.

2. When Lamar Alexander is too liberal for TN, party has taken precedence over people.

3. I had mixed feelings about the Gibson raid until Marsha Blackburn made this her pet project. Now, I’m siding with the environmentalists.

4. The death penalty is about revenge, not justice.

5. Something that isn’t depressing:

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart Mon – Thurs 11p / 10c
A Few Gay Men
www.thedailyshow.com
Daily Show Full Episodes Political Humor & Satire Blog The Daily Show on Facebook

Fair Fun

// September 17th, 2011 // 1 Comment » // Family, video

AspieTown

// September 16th, 2011 // 5 Comments » // people

Parents of adult Aspies know what the parents of small children on the spectrum don’t want to know. After spending twelve years of school trying to not be Autistic and learning to tolerate the NT world, the NT world is unwilling to tolerate our young adults.

We recognize that our spectrum children have grown into absolutely amazing adults. When young adult Aspies get together, they are more social than any NT out there. They joke, chat and debate for hours on end. Years of perseveration has filled their brains with more details than a Jeopardy champion.

The real world doesn’t appreciate our children. They thoughtlessly stomp on the efforts of our children to integrate in their confusing, cruel and deceitful communities. Our children are punished for honesty in a world that rewards superficial deception.

If I could, I would create a safe place for adult Aspies to live. Not a gated jail like the compassionless want for Knoxville’s homeless, but a commune within the city. Uncle Ernie’s camp without the pedophilia and homicide. A place where we return to the days when southerners took pride in their eccentricities instead of medically altering everyone to look and act identically.

Lacking the bottomless funds to create the world I want, I work with the world I have. My life is AspieTown. I quietly watch my adult Aspie laughing with his friends. I use my angry eyes to deflect the cruelty of those who can’t look beyond the quirks to appreciate the gifts that spectrum children give to those who allow them into their lives.

Sometimes the gifts are gag gifts, but every day is a holiday in AspieTown.

Rules for our fair visit

// September 15th, 2011 // No Comments » // parenting

1. You may not have a bunny.
2. Don’t eat the food that is spilled on the ground.
3. Crying will not change the height requirement for rides.
4. If you insist on running ahead, you are going to spend a lot of time waiting for the old people to catch up with you.
5. You still can’t have a bunny.

Bonus rule for Evan:
I don’t care how hot it is outside, you may not remove your shirt.
reach for the sky

They call me… mom

// September 14th, 2011 // No Comments » // me, people

knock-knock
“Good morning ma’am. We’re here to tell you about…”
“It’s pouring rain out here. Where’s your umbrella?”
“We’re fine. We’re from the…”
“May I give you an umbrella please?”
“No thank you. We just wanted to talk about the book…”
“I’m sorry, but I need you to get out of the rain.”
“Uh, okay. Would you like a pamphlet?”
“Not unless you’ll take an umbrella.”

batty

// September 14th, 2011 // No Comments » // flickr

Bat!

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