ranting

1) Women don’t take time for them selfs. They are last on their list of priorities.

2) Women can’t say No. No, when said by a woman, is not an answer but the start of a negotiation.

3) They prefix them selfs with “just.” I’m Just a mother, Just a wife, Just Oprah.

There are others but lets take these three.

1a) I take time for myself. My whole life is for myself. Most of the time I’m not even aware other people are in the room, I’m too busy thinking about myself. That is the joy of being childless/a sociopath.

2a) I’ve already said “No” to three people today, and it’s only noon. (See #1a)

3a) I’m just f*ing awesome!!

Sure it’s easy for me to criticizes (see #3a) and I know people have these problems, but I hate the way it’s made into a whole “woman are like this” thing on Oprah. It irritates me the way the sanitary napkin commercial that shows woman marching in the street to an empowering anthem “Ain’t gonna’ let no body turn me around, turn me around” irritates me. It’s insulting. Oprah will teach women to have a spine/be empowered so marketers can use that to sell us female products like tampons and vacuum cleaners. I’d rather that song was in a commercial for a big black strap on. The sad thing is I guess American women do need Oprah to teach them how to be A NORMAL HUMAN WITH AN OUNCE OF SELF RESPECT because the boost in woman voters Sarah Palin is pulling in shows a real problem with the gender in that (my… *sigh*) country.

EDIT: OMG OMG.. I found the commercial on Youtube!

I watched the Sex and the City movie last night, and for those who haven’t seen it and want to, stop reading because I’m about to spoil it.

What the hell man!?!? I liked the show, but the movie was on crack. So Carrie and Big are going to get married, he jilts her at the alter, she feels like crap for a few months, until she decides it was all her fault and goes back to him. What? Her reasoning is that she went over board with the wedding.. so it was completely reasonable for him not to show up… because lord knows… a wedding is usually exactly the way the man wants it.. and it’s not ingrained into American culture and the mind of most young girls that a wedding is all about a woman and how she wants it to be. Ok, yes that’s stupid and it shouldn’t be like that, but is that reason to stand a woman up at the alter. She takes it really hard, she’s like in a coma of grief. Meanwhile one of her best friends is breaking up with her husband and the father of her baby because he cheats on her and that friend is consoling Carrie. It’s not nice to be left at the alter, but I think the state of a marriage with a child involved would be a little more serious then a guy whom you’ve know was an ass hole for the past 10 years… acting like an ass hole.  How selfish of a friend is Carrie? So yeah you expend all this emotion on how her life is devastated because she was left at the alter. She slowly gets her life back and is all hot shit again and what does she do when she sees him for the first time… runs into his arms and starts sucking his face. How is the audiance supposed to be happy about this?  Lord knows I’ve fallen for some REAL ass holes in my day… but this was supremely retarded and unrealistic even to me!! So the movie is him acting like a shit heal, and her blaming herself for it. He’s an ass, and she blames herself. Do you get that? That’s exactly what every woman is trained to believe. Woman are responsible… for everything. I am now going to post a video. It’s John Lennon explaining and preforming one of his most insightful songs.

Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is…think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it…do something about it

We make her paint her face and dance
If she wont be a slave, we say that she don’t love us
If she’s real, we say she’s trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that she’s above us

We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that she’s too unworldly to be our friend

We insult her every day on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she’s young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb

It was pouring last night, so the sound of the rain lulled me to sleep. It was nice, but this morning I had to be at work at 8, which meant I had to get up at 6. I feel so irritable, annoyed, pissed off, deadly, homicidal. Take your pick. My pen wouldn’t work a minuet ago and I thought my head was going to exploded from anger and frustration. Now I’m having an impulse to kill all those that keep LOUDLY walking up and down the hall outside my office. Seriously I hate this place.

The campus has been getting a lot of renovations the past few years, and about one year ago they took this research group and put us in this “temporary building.” It’s like a bunker. We call it the bunker. It’s pretty flimsy and the hallway is narrow, and my office is opposite the printer room. So everyday, all day, everyone is walking past my office to get to the printer, with the floor creaking under them.  People wear the loudest shoes!! Women with there heels and boots and  the head of the department wears clogs. There’s this one guy who seems to have never learned to pick his feet up when taking a step, so I hear him shuffling around all day. Mostly I listen to music with my head phones on, but then I never hear anyone knock on my door. Plus I have these really nice, fancy button head phones you stick in your ear. You can’t hear anything when you have them on, which is great but after wearing them a few hours the insides of my ears start to itch which I find REALLY annoying, so I have to take them out.

The free coffee from the machine in the break room is disgusting, to say the least, so you have to go across the street to the over priced cafe which has it’s own problems. I want a LARGE coffee. Something to bring back to my desk and sit and drink for hours. But in typical Swedish fashion they give you this little take away cup that holds about 3 tablespoons of coffee. So you can have a quick, cute fika on the go.

My office is always cold. Although today I was in such a rush to leave on time, I didn’t think about what I was wearing in connection to what the weather was like. So it’s cold and rainy and I have a short sleeved, low necked shirt on. I’m such an artard.

My office has a giant window out to the hall covered with only a piece of white nylon. Just enough so when you are sitting in here you feel as though you have privacy but everyone can see everything as they pass.

I tried out the other bathroom today, as apposed to the one I use all the time. Next to the toilet was a dispenser. The picture showed a happy bathroom patron putting a towel up to it and pressing a button and then wiping the toilet seat with the towel. It seemed to be a anti bacterial gel dispenser. I started to get a little happier, like the woman in the picture, but when I pressed the button nothing came out. It was bone dry.

I think I need to hit someone before the day is over.  Just one or two good shots should do the trick. Hmmmm….. who could I hit…. thinking, thinking…. who deserves a good punch in the face? And who’s face is at the same height as mine.. because they are short and stupid.. and smell and I HATE YOU!