So yeah I got a lot of work done. Almost 7/250 pages of my reading for my Anthro paper due wednesday! Yeah...that's far from great. I'll have to do a bunch of reading tomorrow and I'll probably have to bullshit some of the paper. I'd be able to do a good job except that I have a BIG (10 page) justice paper due friday and I need to do some reading and writing on that. I need Wednesday night for that, so I can't afford to spend wednesday AM finishing the anthro paper. Got to get it written on tuesday. Short of mid terms or finals this is the worst time I could have gotten sick, but oh well. At least I'll have an excuse if I screw up...right?
Yeah thought not.
Okay so besides being sick not much happened today. My mother blew up a few times even though I didn't ask her to do ANYTHING for me despite my being sick. Oh well, at least I was too out of it to really pay attention.
Kawah suggested that we take Paul out to Hooters for his 21st birthday since he's a giant ball of raging hormones (Yeah he's gonna be 21 and he's never gotten any, unless you're a bitter ball of tightly wound rage like myself that can be a rather frustrating situation. When december rolls around I'll wear it like a badge of fucking honor) I don't know how I feel about the idea of going to Hooters. It bothers me on two levels. First of all there's the objectification of women which is sort of sleazy and sad, second of all Hooters is a testament to the power of female sexuality (Men will buy overpriced shitty food just to lear at the scantily clad waitresses) which bothers me intensly. I hate how men allow their logic and will to be conquored by a pair of perky breasts or a shapely bottom. It makes me uncomfortable to even acknowledge female sexuality because of its power and incredibly frequent abuse.
I don't know, maybe it's one of those things I should do as a young red blooded American male. Or maybe I'm above it. I haven't decided yet. My head and heart both say no but my sense of friendship and loyalty says yes. All I know is that if we do go I'm getting the seat near the wall. No way I'm exposing myself to the waitress side of the table.
On Six Feet Under there was a female Rabbi. I don't know how I feel about that but I don't think I like it. It's not that I don't think females should be in the clergy (I don't LIKE the idea but there's no rational grounds for why it shouldn't happen) but I don't think that it makes sense to let them become Rabbi. The Jewish faith is steeped VERY deeply in tradition, it's ancient, and in the Torah I think it pretty clearly states that the clergy should all be men. If you're going to believe something go at it full bore. Don't pick and choose from your religion like it's a freaking buffet or salad par. Plus there's the issue of females being shown in the media in unconventional jobs just to advocate girl power or what have you. It has to stop. I'm sorry but if you're doing a police drama you don't need a 50% or more than 50% female cast. That's not representative. Even less so if you're doing a drama about a fire department. Lawyers, yes (I think women are more than half of young lawyers), Doctors fine (Certainly there are plenty of female doctors) but damn it ever since James Bond got a female boss this whole kick has been pissing me off. I won't watch Buffy, Alias, or Dark Angel. Ever. I don't understand why men would want to watch women beating the crap out of other guys. Never will. Rob thinks it's an S&M thing, Jeff thinks it's adolescent confusion subconsciously imbuing the strange and exotic female with magical powers. I think it's bullshit.
I think that's one of the reasons I like Limp Bizket. Fred Durst may be a wannabe thug but at least he has the guts to be ANGRY. Not complacent and resigned like so many of my gender have become.
Eh. Not a good day. My thoughts don't even make much sense. It's times like these that I really miss food. And not the pansy ass crap I eat these days.
God damn it I want some pizza. Oh well, maybe next year.