so Mr. Withers said one of the few things in his teaching career that has annoyed me today...usually I get along really well with him, but today we're talking about stuff that makes you an adult...people mention things like voting, getting a car, getting a job, etc. and I jokingly call out "getting tattoos!" and he's like "uh, yeah, that's up there with getting trashed every weekend".

WTF?! yes, because everyone who has a tattoo is obviously just trying to rebel and got some permanent art on their body FOR THAT REASON ONLY, and we're all immature people who go out and get trashed every weekend too. I was like "Uh, excuse me, I have a tattoo, whatcha trying to say here Mr. Withers?" and he...I dunno...got sidetracked or something. Didn't address it anyways, but that got under my skin hardcore.

Oh, and I thought this was interesting - something I found in this month's BUST magazine (I really think I might subscribe to it and Venus...I'm not much big on the music in either, but they both have great other sections, and Venus has a great DIY kinda feeling to it). For the long story, click here. Basically, this chick who'd been in the air force (was a sergeant) for 13 years was severely punished for posing in Playboy. Which is pretty dumb anyways, why are people supposed to be ashamed of their bodies? Is posing naked such an issue of 'integrity'? Get over it people. Something like this would only happen in America. Makes me wonder if any male armed-forces members have posed naked and what their punishment for it was. Anyways, the REALLY interesting thing about it is that, as BUST points out..."a 2006 AP investigation showed that more than 80 military recruiters were disciplined that year for sexual misconduct (including rape, assault, and groping) towards potential enlistees. . .many were reprimanded, docked pay, or had their rank reduced as a result, few were relived of their duties."

Right. So sexual assault is better than nekkie pictures. F-that. Interestingly enough, the top results on google are just links to the pictures instead of anything about that incident.

You know why shit like that happens? 'cause it's men who run it. I mean, maybe that's...a bad thing to say, I guess, but I'm firmly convinced that that's why rape doesn't get a stronger sentence. Because the men who are in office are assholes who don't give a rip. *shrugs*

And now my dad's trying to tell me that the magazine is 'skanky'. wtfever.

I mean, you know, it's just...dumb. People say there's no need for feminism but stuff like that happens (actually, I think this essay is pretty interesting - I'm not done with it yet so maybe I'll change my mind though) which kind of proves there is. And it would be nice for girls to have some GIRL role models. Nothing wrong with having male ones (Thoreau, Joe Strummer, Fat Mike are some of mine), but it's hard to find girls to look up to. What have little girls today got, Paris Hilton? yeah, let's get trashed, insult people based on their income, giggle a lot, and then talk about how we're an important role model for young heiresses everywhere. blah.

Not that I don't have my women role models - Vivienne Westwood, Exene Cervenka, Penelope Houston...et al. Maybe I just have a harder time because I tend to look towards 'alternative' people anyways, and for all the supposed acceptingness of alt subcultures, they have their sexisms too. I just wish there was more focus on women in history too.

I think I had other stuff I was going to write about and I just got annoyed. So I forgot. Haha.

I am angry.

So the flyers for the show tonight all said 7:30. I get there at 7:45 and there's no sign of anyone even setting up. Me and Jess are like, yeah, okay, whatever, we hang around...nobody even goes on stage until 8:30. No biggie, right?

They play for 30 minutes, they weren't particularly impressive. I mean...technically they sounded good, but they didn't really have a great live vibe. And then they get off the stage around nine or a little bit after. The next band didn't get on the stage until after right after ten freaking thirty! What the hell is that?! it doesn't take an hour and a half to set up the stage!!! So I ended up leaving before they were even done, because I was tired and had to be home around 11:30. I didn't even get to see the two paids I paid freakin' money to see, and I sat there for 3 1/2 hours to see two thirty minute sets of crappy bands. Not to mention the cigarette smoke was bad enough that my throat's going to be sore for days. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The good news is that I put my eyeshadow on at 8:30 this morning and it still looked fine until I washed it out 15 minutes ago. That's 15 hours! a record!

Anyways. The book signing went pretty well; it wasn't as big as the Small Town News one, but we figured that that was because STN was about actual events and DM wasn't. It was good fun anyways, hanging around and talking to people, except for this one guy at the end who was pretty rude. Started asking Mr. Turner if he walked with Jesus and yada yada...and I just...I mean, I know most people like that have the best intentions, but for crying out loud, you wouldn't walk up to someone and go "Hey, so what sexual orientation are you? Really, and how many partners have you had? Any STDs?"...so why would you ask them about something just as personal. Especially someone you DON'T KNOW. Sheesh. Mr. T handled it better than I would have anyways.

I think I'm a magazine addict...the list of magazines I buy on a semi-regular basis is now:
Razorcake
AMP (still subscribed, but I definitely won't be renewing my subscription, they've gone way downhill)
Crochet!
Crochet Today
Knit.1
Venus
Bust
Nylon

Sheesh. and yes, this is relevant - I bought the newest issues of Venus and Bust today. I think I might subscribe to at least one of them once I have the money...Bust is a good all-around thing, most of the time, and I *love* Venus even though I'm not big on their music picks...they have a decent DIY section. I need to subscribe to Nylon sometime too...but I think their yearly subscription is only $10 (which is a damn good buy considering as how it's like $4 in stores, it comes out either every month or every other month). And Razorcake. Haha. So yeah, everyone, if you want to buy me birthday presents...right there, baby.

I also bought Walden. Something I've been meaning to do for a while. Plus I'm sure I'll feel all totally philosophical and deep carrying it around, haha.

And I REALLY want this book called Fresh Fruits that's basically like 200ish pages of photographs of Japanese street fashion...I flipped through it and it would be GREAT for inspiration. It was like $30 at Hastings but it's only $20 at Amazon.com...or maybe I can find a copy at half.com or ebay. *makes note to check*

I'm starting a new blog, first post should be today or tomorrow. It's a crafty-type blog...but more just how to make the stuff I do (not exactly patterns, as I don't write it down stitch by stitch or anything, but more like...instructions, tips/tricks, etc.) than my crafty exploits. Like I was telling Alicia and Mr. T, I think part of the reason I massively failed at Unwise and Untimely is because my...politics and craftiness and just life are all mixed together, and if I try and separate them I don't have enough to write about any of them. 'Cause they're like spaghetti. Or alfredo. All with the twisty tangliness.

Which is part of the problem I'm having with Wardrobe Refashion, when I go to do my weekly blog post, I just...can't come up with anything. Partly because I picked a REALLY bad time to do this - SO BUSY - and don't have as much time for crafting, and partly because of the aforementioned reason.

But yeah. Tired. So bed. Night!