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Jul. 5th, 2003
At first I was feeling not sure if I should write about this in my journal. A few months ago I did, but I made it friends-locked.
Well fuck that, this is my journal, and I have always felt perfectly happy to inform everyone around me when I'm in physical pain. Why should this be different?
I am in pain.
Hear me! Feel my pain! Chances are it's yours too.
I'm not even going to cut-tag this. I'm a bad, rude woman.
.
So I was sitting in the bathtub listening to my radio stations "Top 104.9 alternative albums of all time" holiday coutdown (I can believe Jack Johnson's on this list, Ugh), feeling sorry for myself, when I started to think.
What do I know about myself today? What are certainties that no person, no man, no corporation or law or religious leader can convince me of otherwise?
I know my blood is red, like everyone else's is. What does it matter what my skin is, if my blood is red?
I know that today, I am not a mother.
I know that some day I could be, if I wanted.
I know I am not alone in the world. In fact, there's 3 billion + people like me in the world.
Then I got to wondering, how many women out there are going through exactly what I am, this very moment? How many women can feel the muscles (fantastic muscles that no one can see) moving, exercising, and exorcising inside them at that very moment?
I tried to calculate it in the bathtub, but I couldn't make my brain do the math without a calculator or some paper.
But here's what I figured.
If every woman averages 6 days menstrating every 28 days, then they go through 13.04 cycles and bleed 78.2 days each year.
There are approximately 3 billion women in the world, and 365 days each year.
Approximately 49,315,069 women bleed their lifeblood out of their bodies on any given day of the year.
That means that, at any given moment it's possible that as many as 50 million women could be having menstral pains at this moment.
Hey, I'm not only not alone in my pain, but there's tens of millions out there who, as I type these words, understand me on a fundamental, biological level. I don't even have to speak their language, they just know.
And even if they can't feel it anymore, they remember after a lifetime.
Yeah, I'm feelin' womanly today.
So, can any of your fabulous women who got this far in reading tell me anything about sea sponges? I read some interesting stuff about them as an alternative to tampons. I'll admit the idea of draining blood into a public bathroom sink has a certain anti-societal-rules appeal to me.
Well fuck that, this is my journal, and I have always felt perfectly happy to inform everyone around me when I'm in physical pain. Why should this be different?
I am in pain.
Hear me! Feel my pain! Chances are it's yours too.
I'm not even going to cut-tag this. I'm a bad, rude woman.
.
So I was sitting in the bathtub listening to my radio stations "Top 104.9 alternative albums of all time" holiday coutdown (I can believe Jack Johnson's on this list, Ugh), feeling sorry for myself, when I started to think.
What do I know about myself today? What are certainties that no person, no man, no corporation or law or religious leader can convince me of otherwise?
I know my blood is red, like everyone else's is. What does it matter what my skin is, if my blood is red?
I know that today, I am not a mother.
I know that some day I could be, if I wanted.
I know I am not alone in the world. In fact, there's 3 billion + people like me in the world.
Then I got to wondering, how many women out there are going through exactly what I am, this very moment? How many women can feel the muscles (fantastic muscles that no one can see) moving, exercising, and exorcising inside them at that very moment?
I tried to calculate it in the bathtub, but I couldn't make my brain do the math without a calculator or some paper.
But here's what I figured.
If every woman averages 6 days menstrating every 28 days, then they go through 13.04 cycles and bleed 78.2 days each year.
There are approximately 3 billion women in the world, and 365 days each year.
Approximately 49,315,069 women bleed their lifeblood out of their bodies on any given day of the year.
That means that, at any given moment it's possible that as many as 50 million women could be having menstral pains at this moment.
Hey, I'm not only not alone in my pain, but there's tens of millions out there who, as I type these words, understand me on a fundamental, biological level. I don't even have to speak their language, they just know.
And even if they can't feel it anymore, they remember after a lifetime.
Yeah, I'm feelin' womanly today.
So, can any of your fabulous women who got this far in reading tell me anything about sea sponges? I read some interesting stuff about them as an alternative to tampons. I'll admit the idea of draining blood into a public bathroom sink has a certain anti-societal-rules appeal to me.
Dinne & a book
Jul. 5th, 2003 09:57 pmI'm now eating Mexican food (the people at Mexico Lindo now finally recognize me as a regular--they can't guess my regular chilie verde dish yet, but they do know I'm going to come in a 8:30-9:30 and ask for take-out), and reading Harry Potter.
Yes, I finally spent money this time. Which I'd never done for any HP product before, ever. I was planning to wait for the library and not pay a penny, like I had for all the others (except the middle two, that I read over a three-day weekend at my cousins' home.) But now I have it, purchased.
It was forty percent off. Shut up.
I'm on page 10 when I stopped to type this. I love it muchly. Harry Potter is an Angry.Young.Man. I'm pleased. I'd gotten so used to the blandness of the movie-Harry, I'd forgotten that I actually liked book-Harry. I liked this:
Uncle: "Listening to the news? Again!"
Harry: "Well, it changes every day, you see."
:snert:
Yes, I finally spent money this time. Which I'd never done for any HP product before, ever. I was planning to wait for the library and not pay a penny, like I had for all the others (except the middle two, that I read over a three-day weekend at my cousins' home.) But now I have it, purchased.
It was forty percent off. Shut up.
I'm on page 10 when I stopped to type this. I love it muchly. Harry Potter is an Angry.Young.Man. I'm pleased. I'd gotten so used to the blandness of the movie-Harry, I'd forgotten that I actually liked book-Harry. I liked this:
Uncle: "Listening to the news? Again!"
Harry: "Well, it changes every day, you see."
:snert:
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Jul. 5th, 2003 11:47 pmI'm kind of half-watching "MTV's Most Controversial Videos." They just had Jeremy by Pearl Jam, unedited. I remember seeing that video once before, a long time ago; I paid close attention to it this time. It was excellently directly and shot, more like a short film.
The show host said that it was based on the real story of a Texas boy who shot himself in front of his school class. Looking at it after all the school schootings of the last 4 years, it has a different significance to me. Almost freaky in its precognition. The character stylized in the music video and the song seemed to emboy all those elements of alientation, anger, pain, fear, and frustration that were described in the real world school shootings, though this boy only shot himself.
It made me sad.
[EDIT]
It also makes me angry (not about this kid, about the killers), because I got mocked somewhat in middle school and I never shot anyone, or blew anyone up. It's very.... weak. It's weak of them.
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I think I'm going to go back to reading Rowling now. Maybe Harry will get so upset he'll avera-kedavera his entire class. He still seems to be a Very.Angry.Young.Man.
Also, somewhat self-involved, now that I think about it. But I can see where he'd develop that from.
The show host said that it was based on the real story of a Texas boy who shot himself in front of his school class. Looking at it after all the school schootings of the last 4 years, it has a different significance to me. Almost freaky in its precognition. The character stylized in the music video and the song seemed to emboy all those elements of alientation, anger, pain, fear, and frustration that were described in the real world school shootings, though this boy only shot himself.
It made me sad.
[EDIT]
It also makes me angry (not about this kid, about the killers), because I got mocked somewhat in middle school and I never shot anyone, or blew anyone up. It's very.... weak. It's weak of them.
[/EDIT]
I think I'm going to go back to reading Rowling now. Maybe Harry will get so upset he'll avera-kedavera his entire class. He still seems to be a Very.Angry.Young.Man.
Also, somewhat self-involved, now that I think about it. But I can see where he'd develop that from.