Archive for May, 2011

I have done this before with movies: Winter’s Bone, Book of Eli, This film has not yet been Rated, so on…well, today I am gonna officially do it and recommend “FullMetal Alchemist”  (just the original series, not yet Brotherhood- ’cause I have not finished watching it), and I am even gonna make a point to recommend it to women viewers….a dangerous gambit with anime.  Why am I making this bold leap here?  Well, for one…

Fullmetal was written by a woman; Hiromu Arakawa, somewhat of a rarity in its own right, and perhaps because of that- we as viewers of Fullmetal are spared the endless stream of giggling huge boobed cat girls with swords and actually given some pretty awesome, intelligent, capable, very human (or wishing to be) women characters…oh yeah, and an actual story with a plot.  And while the central characters are the male, the Elric Brothers…well, it suffices to say without some of the female characters in the story- they would not get far.

The plot in FullMetal is actually pretty complex, and while the series can take a few episodes to actually get into and get you grabbed, once I got to episode three or so, I was hooked.  Vlad introduced me to Fullmetal, and while I gave him the hairy eyeball after the first episode he promised if I stuck with it, I would love it…and he was right.   I can also honestly say that while my two favorite characters in the series are MALE! (Mustang) and Male? (Envy), I am convinced that part of the reason I liked Fullmetal so much is because well, yep, the women all kick ass in their own special way:  Be it Granny who looks after the boys but gives ‘em hell when they deserve it, or Teacher, who is the most hard ass housewife/alchemy teacher…ever….or even Gracia Hughes, who turns out to be a quiet source of strength in a time of tragedy…all of the women in it are pretty cool, each in their own way…and those I just mentioned are background characters…the women in the forefront of the story?  Holy Crow….

 Take Lt. Hawkeye for instance, my favorite of the Fullmetal women.  One, military gal.  Two, takes no crap from the military dudes she works with.  Three- very good with guns.  Generally in any sort of entertainment  the strong silent type with the huge heart is a man…in this story?  It’s Hawkeye.   We see her often put up with the utter arrogance and over-confidence of her superior officer (heh, Mustang), and yep, she saves his bacon a few times…and while there is something definitely going on between those two…it adds to the story rather than detracts from it.  We get to see Hawkeye be all business when on the job, but also all human, when for instance, she explains to Winry why she became a soldier.  Oh, and the woman has mad skills when it comes to housebreaking puppies.

Another of the awesome military women in FullMetal is  Second Lt. Ross.  Ross is assigned to bodyguard the Brothers in the story, a job they do not make easy, but one she does take seriously…and while technically via him being a State Alchemist, Edward out-ranks her, Ross does not let that stop her from giving him the occassional what for.  In the series she is paired with another soldier, a male one, and often…Ross is portrayed as the far more competent one…which is kinda nice.  She also has to put up with Armstrong…which is like a gift unto itself..

Another prominent woman in the FullMetal series is Winry Rockbell, a life long friend of the brothers and automail mechanic who often sees to the upkeep of Edward’s mechanical arm and leg.  Winry is awesome because yep, sure enough, she is the cute, blonde, hot girl…but also a total gearhead tomboy who tends to deal with people disrespecting her or her work via…a wrench to the head.  Like the boys, she is a teenager in the story and has been raised by her Grandmother, and while often Winry is the emotional glue that holds everyone together, that does not stop her from being both tough and competant…and well pretty.  It was nice to see that a character that in any other anime merely would have ended up as love interest fodder/cheesecake did not…and well, how am I not gonna love that she’s  a mechanic?

And I would be horribly remiss and utterly not myself if I did not mention FullMetal’s wonderful, awesome, complex, and very, very evil woman villain:  Lust.   Now, her name and the way she looks might give you a certain idea about this gal…but let me assure you, on this one, you are wrong.  Lust is a woman with a mission, and one cold, cold customer.  Smart, savvy, driven, deadly,  devious…yeah, that’s Lust for ya.   If you like bad guys, well, its gonna be real hard not to like Lust.  She’s….evil.

So yeah, women folk, if you like anime but are sick of the fluffy, bouncing-boobed utterly stupid and or useless women characters found in soooo much of it?  Lemmie heartily recommend some FullMetal Alchemist…where the gals are way more than eyecandy in short skirts.

*in the first series there is some debate about whether or not Envy is male or female, but this is eventually determined…and while drawn very androgynous and voiced by a woman…popular opinion and the original manga states he’s a he..even if he does not necessarily remember that.

I do also wanna say though, that cartoon or not, FullMetal is not a kid show.  There isn’t nudity, but there is violence in spades and some seriously bleak and adult themes in it.  People (Americans, anyway) often make the mistake of thinking that if it is a cartoon, its for kids.  Not the case, so if you have little ones around, FullMetal is NOT for them.

And why yes, it is currently available on the Net Flix insta-watch thingy….

A yep…

Posted: May 18, 2011 in Uncategorized

Been that kinda day…

Today was THE LAST DAY of shots in the neck for me.  Almost three years of shots once a month, other shit, and a surgery later…I am done.  Good as its gonna get, and you know what?  That is damn fine enough for me.  And I gotta say, through it all, my neck doc was awesome.  She’s one of the ones that helps me keep some faith in the medical profession.  (and before the jackass known as duh4brains lives up to their net handle again…don’t say shit about shit, chief, and why yes, she was happy to take in hand and not faxed notorized referrals!)

In any event, this is good news. Neck done, back to go!

I am a fan of ink.  I admit this freely.  I am also a fan of art, which I admit freely as well.  I have always loved to draw, and as far back as I can remember, I wanted to have tattoos, to put art that was somehow special or meaningful or interesting to me on my body.  I got my first tattoo when I was 20 and in college, a rather primitive and geometric looking spider, done on my left calf.  It’s fairly small, and I got it done at Bill Clayton’s Tattoos in Fayetteville, NC.  Others soon followed: a spiral design on my hip bone, a black hand print between my shoulder blades- I had heard three was the decision making point, the line that was the one people crossed or did not cross- the magic number that decided if one was addicted to ink or merely a person with a couple tattoos….three came and went, more tattoos found their way on to my skin; the Arabic symbol of the Hashishin and a naga form Kali on my back, a black, three-leaf clover, a bar code, and the Egyptian god Set on my arms, a set of crossed claw marks and why yes, Magneto from the X-Men, on my legs.  Stars under my collar bones…and yes, there are still tattoos I would like to get:  a scorpion and the Scorpio zodiac symbol, the Roman Eagle, the symbol my SCA persona has as her standard…hey, I can still get ink because I still have skin….and should the Broncos ever win another SuperBowl within my lifetime, there are plans afoot for myself and the inkless Brother Evolution to go get the Horse together.  Each of my tattoos, well, I have drawn them out on paper myself, made them look as I wanted them to, then taken them to the artist for putting on my skin.  Everyone who has given me a tattoo says I’m a great customer…I don’t flinch, I don’t whine, I don’t do anything other than sit there, very still, even though it does hurt.  The one time this was not the case was when I got the Kali done…the woman who was doing it for me saw my Magneto, and also being a huge fan of comics, asked me if I could draw Marvels Thor for her….so while she was inking me I was drawing Thor.  She finished my tattoo then proceeded to put my rendition of Thor on her own leg.  I thought that was really pretty awesome.  I liked her a lot, and did get other work done by her afterwards.  Her place, by the way, she owns it, and it is Ancient Art, in Orlando FL. 

I have gotten tattoos with friends, we’ve gone together to get our ink.  I’ve gotten them with people who were pondering getting ink and wanted to see just how bad it hurt first ( I am not a good person to gauge that by, however), I have gotten them with SCA buddies and college dorm mates and life long friends.  And each one, as silly or strange or even offensive (like the bar code) might seem to others, well, they are all special to me.  I like ink, I like art, and I like my tattoos.

But they do come with consequences.  My mother, for one, comes from the school that tattoos are for military men, convicts, and bikers, and I am none of those things.  When it became evident to her that I was not merely going to stop at the odd spider on the calf, the spiral on the hip bone, and the hand on the back, she made a great attempt to warn me about how having so much ink would play out, how I would be judged for it.  She was even willing to admit that it did seem to be socially acceptable for a woman to have a flower on her shoulder or a dolphin on her ankle…but tattoos that could not be hidden, on places like ones arms or collar bones?  Well, she found it to be…tacky.  She once voiced the concern, as we were sitting around the pool at her house in FL, that no one would ever know that I really was a loyal and decent person because they’d be scared by or turned off by my ink.  I never bothered to tell her that hey, I just as soon people not approach me and think I was nice and all that crap, and well, anyone who was gonna judge me flat-out and straight off the bat because I had tattoos was not a person I would want to hang around with anyway.  When we all went out to Colorado for my cousins wedding- in which I was a bridesmaid- she was very aware of the fact that the dress would not cover any of the ink on my upper body- and that I had no intention of trying to cover it.  Turned out that no one but her really cared, and my race car driving male cousins immediately ran up to me after the service and showed me their own ink…all of them sporting race helmets with crossed pistons underneath, ala a Jolly Roger, with their racing team name arched over the top.  Something that is undoubtedly special and meaningful to them, and designed by the youngest one of the lot.  She was enraged (as were other people in my family) when I got the bar code, seeing it as a huge insult to my Grandfather who also has a number on his arm, albeit for a far more horrible reason.  This rage was chopped off at the knees when at  family BBQ my grandfather noticed this tattoo and said it was nice not to be the only person at the gathering with numbers on him.  Then again, he always did have my back when it came to being the black sheep of the family…Nowadays, my mother has become resigned to the fact that I have ink, and not much she has to say about it is going to change the fact.  Upon seeing me, she immediatly searches for new ink, and if she finds it, there is merely a resigned sigh. 

But you know, I cannot bear to tell her, in some cases?  Her insight and thoughts on the matter were right.  There are a lot of people out there who, misguided or not, have certain opinions about folk with tattoos, and are perfectly willing to judge them merely by their ink alone.  And I am not even talking about people with tons of prison or gang  ink or sexist racist shit splattered all over their bodies.  I am talking about anyone with ink at all.  Ive been turned away from straight jobs because of it, and hell, even been told I have too much ink to work in various strip joints or hired for various porn/nude modelling work.   Even though there is a huge market for “alt girls” in the sex biz these days…well, aside from the ink, I am too tan, too buff, and not nearly pierced up enough to be an “alt girl”.  I have had people look at my ink then look at me like I am something they scraped off the bottom of their shoe, assume because of it I am a criminal, or a junkie, or some biker’s bitch, or unintelligent and uneducated.    I have heard countless people say that folk with ink, especially women, only have it because they are seeking attention…

And you know what?  That, at least in my case, could not be further from the truth.  My tattoos are not “pretty” or “cute” or “inviting”, they are not colorful.  They are pretty well-done, but I am not so sure a six armed half snake half woman wielding swords and axes is adorable or an open invite for conversation.  In fact, I think of my tattoos more like armor and a warning label; something that just might say if you are of the mind to judge me by them, maybe I really am everything you already assume me to be so perhaps it is just best to stay away. 

And I have noted, as Kim mentioned in her epic post, that even though tattoos have become somewhat commonplace, they are still far more socially acceptable for men than women.  And I do not have half the ink she does.  You don’t see a man with a lower back tattoo (and they do exist) getting told he has a “tramp stamp” or a man with a tattoo along his side being told he has a “ho handle”.  But people automatically assume women with ink are sluts (even if they aren’t), nevermind the lower back IS the perfect place for a woman to get a tattoo if she wants one-it is precisely because women PICK this spot that tattoos in that area now have their own special little name.  And as Kim said, how do you think a woman who has a tattoo there, something she probably loves and thought hard about and endured the pain (and spent the money) to get feels when she hears her art refered to as a “tramp stamp”?  How do you think any woman with tattoos feels when it is assumed, because she has them, that she is just so easy and okay with making decisions she might regret later?  It’s almost laughable if you are a grim twist like me.  A dude with a lot of tattoos?  People assume he is a tough guy or a bad ass or someone you best step away from.  A woman with a lot of tattoos?  Well, she’s an easy piece of trash.  Nevermind both the inked up man and the inked up woman have endured the same kinda pain getting their ink and endured the same kinda bullshit from other people for having it and probably both love their art and find it meaningful and special…at least he gets some sort of respect with his, and she gets the exact opposite.  It seems with not even something so once upon at time as counter-culture and “different”, and now mundane as, ink, can the sexes be equal. 

And its funny, because now when people ask me about tattoos, and they still do, and I try to be nice about it even though I have been asked about mine a billion times before, my advice and conversation about it has changed a bit.  It used to be the simple “yeah, it hurts” kind of thing.  Now I will say, if the person is a woman, they might want to think long and hard before getting something on their arms, or that will show in a backless dress, and if they are prepared to have the art they love called a “tramp stamp”  or have people assume they are skanky trash because they have tattoos.  A woman I know wanted to have the name of her son who had passed away tattooed on her, but decided against it because she did not want people asking her why she had a mans name other than her husbands tattooed on her body.  Smirk.  Hell, any dude who wants to say sexism is dead should try flipping bodies with a woman who has tattoos for a few weeks and see how that goes.  People make assumptions about folk with lots of ink period, but as seems typical, women get it more and worse.

Be that as it may…I still love my tattoos, and I love art, and yep, sure enough, its been awhile since I got some ink and with everything else that has been going on in my life, I figure I’m probably justified in treating myself to a new one sometime here soon.  I already got enough that I get all the bullshit that goes with having them, so what’s a few more…still got empty skin after all.    Heck, I even know Kim knows a great artist, maybe I should make my way up to her neck of the woods and spend my tattoo money on an artist who I know is good and hang out some with another inked up gal who knows how it is…maybe I’ll even get a tramp stamp…after all, by then, my lower back will be used to needles and I might as well put something I love over a part of my body I have come to hate. 

::Raises her red bull::  here’s to tattoos and the tough ass women who have ‘em and put up with everything that goes with ‘em.

Fun with Medical Professionals…

Posted: May 14, 2011 in WTF???

So, I am trying to get this shit set up so I can get those dang shots in my spine, which, for fairly obvious reasons I think, is a hospital procedure and not an in office one.  Thus far its gone a bit like this:

(phone in hand)

Ren:  Hi, my name is ——, and I am calling to set up a epidural spinal cortisone injection.
Hospital Pain Management Person:  Your referring doctor?
Ren: Dr. ——
HPMP: Your insurance?
Ren: Group ——-, id number ——-, carrier ——–
HPMP:  Well you’re referring doctor has not faxed us a referral.
Ren:  I have the referral.  I am holding it in my hand, looking at it, right now.
HPMP:  Can you fax it to us?
Ren:  No.  (if my scanner wasn’t busted, I might be able to), but I can bring it in if you will give me a time to do so.
HPMP:  Well, we usually don’t set up consults without a referral.
Ren;  I HAVE a referral, RIGHT HERE.  If you just set an appointment time, I can BRING IT WITH ME.
HPMP:  We will call your doctor and get them to fax us one, then call you back to set up an appointment.
Ren:  Okay, do you need her number?
HPMP:  Oh, that would be helpful!
Ren:  It’s ——–

I have had this conversation with three different people in the last week, and thus far, no call back.  I have also called my Back Doc and informed her of this, and she is like “YOu have a referal.”  

You know that steamy little angry face with the frown and closed eyes and the wavy lines coming off it you see on pissed off anime people?  That is me, right now.

So come monday, I will try again, if that does not work, I will GO to the hospital, referral in hand, find the morons who man the phones in the Pain Management Dept, shove said referral in their faces, and suggest they USE their copy machine and give me a goddamn appointment, but even BEFORE doing this, I will call the back doc and tell her to Please, Please just fax a copy of the fucking thing over. 

Perhaps THEN I can figure out a way to get my needles to the back underway.

In other medical news, my cat Sharon finally got spayed.  She looks sooo tiny with a shaved belly, and I do believe she is both pissed off and embarrassed.

Okay, I admit it, I’m a slacker.    I have been WANTING to do that post on that picture my bro thought was just so damn funny, but now I cannot find the picture, so…improvise I guess…anyway, here we go:

Yo, Brother Evolution, and Mr. E to a Lesser Extent…that Picture is NOT as funny as you think it is, and well, it’s bullshit.

Now I realize it looses something without the actual picture, but yeah, that was the one my brother thought was just hilarious as have other men apparently.  And it’s also an overriding theme in pop culture, pop psychology, comedy and everything else:  that men are SIMPLE creatures and women are JUST SO COMPLICATED.   I cannot tell you how many talk show doctors, authors, so on, so forth, have been spouting this shit in recent years and it amazes me that men and women alike nod their heads to this shit and agree not realizing that its insulting as shit to both men and women.  If you actually buy into this notion, you are buying into a theory that suggests all men need out of life and their partners is food, sex, and occasional compliments to their egos and they are JUST FINE, no other upkeep required, and women should all come with instructional manuals like those found at NASA, otherwise, they are just soooo complicated no one will ever understand all their wants and needs….

Seriously, wtf?  Last time I checked, men and women WERE the same species and all, and I kinda like to think that men are more in-depth and require more outta life than, oh, a goldfish would, and women are not like that old freakin’ television you have to dust only on tuesdays, kick on thrusdays, and call the cable company to come fix every other week.    And people are just FEEDING and GOING with that goddamn theory:  Women are talkers, men aren’t, women show their emotions, men don’t, women complain, men don’t, men are Of Action, women Aren’t, women have all these little secret codes and modes and men just are blunt…blah blah blah blah blah.  BULLSHIT.  And who ever got the idea that women cannot sometimes just be satisfied with food, sex and compliments and that is ALL men need?

GAHHHHH!

I was gonna say some shit here about me, but see, then I know I would get a lot of the “but Ren, yer….kinda like a dude…” so I am NOT gonna bother with that.  I will say this though:  Most of the men in my life?  Husband, friends, even that giggling at this shit Bro of mine?  Way more dials than me.  But they act like they ain’t got those dials cause men don’t have dials, dammit, that’s a CHICK THING.  Smirk…I have seen totally slagged car engines that are less complicated than a whole lot of men out there, but the car engine isn’t stupid or sentient enough to deny it.  Are there differences between men and women?  Yes.  Is there is this great and simple matter of complicated  vs not complicated between them?  Hell no.  Truth is, PEOPLE are complicated regardless of biological sex and I think MOST of em want more outta life and people in their lives than food, sex, and compliments. 

And you know what can totally blow this theory about men merely having an on off switch?  Hell, I might have to record men in my life to prove this shit….  watch them talking about shit they care about.  Jobs, sports, their families, things they enjoy, people they like, things they do, relationships they are in….a lot more than an on off switch going on there.  They talk, they want to be listened too and understood, they get passionate, or argue with those whose views are different, they get defensive, or contemplative, or grin and laugh, or even end up crying in their beers.  ANd when sick?  Holy crap men often are way more sad/complainy/pathetic than a lot of women I know!  They sure as shit show their pain  LOL.  Now true enough, for eons untold men may have been told to “man up” and not show emotion or be human or have feelings or any of that shit, and women may have been told to be emotional and don’t be tough or stoic or whatever….but that doesn’t mean both men and women have a full array of complex and complicated wires and gears working in their brains and it does not mean both don’t require and enjoy above and beyond food/sex/feed the ego.   Painting men as these simple On/Off creatures and women as these vastly complicated Switches and Dials things does a disservice to both and continues to perpetuate so much of this stupid gender crap Men are THIS and Woman are THAT shit that just, well, fucks everyone over. 

It’s my personal opinion that men and women are both HUMAN…and humans are fairly complex things.

*Edit, ah, thank you for finding the picture!

As a side note, for those who are fans on that uber odd violent High Fantasy /Horror/Smut  fiction of mine with the General and Martell and all that?  Starting that shit back up over at the LJ fairly soon)

But I’ve been workin’ hard on some fiction and felt like crap for the last two days or so, so, mostly I’ve been pupafied on my couch watching only, quite possibly, the coolest anime ever…Full Metal Alchemist…which Vlad introduced me to and I am now addicted…and of course, like most things I watch, I like a lot of the characters but there is one who is absolutely my favorite:  ah yes, Col. Roy Mustang!  (Where do they come up with these names?  And his crew?  His military crew?  Names like Hawkeye, Fury & Havoc…I love anime!)  But yeah, love me some Roy Mustang…not only does he throw fire all over the place, he is snarky as hell and has severe moments of utter ego-mania…and he’s funny.

So, having watched the whole first FMA series, I am now working through FMA: Brotherhood which thus far I am not finding to be quite as good as the first series, but enjoyable nonetheless, and plenty of Roy in it, so that is good.    I also like this series overall because woah, it has a story, and the story makes sense, and well, over all…its really freakin’ grim.  Oh yeah, and automail.   So I guess this would be my allergy having/back pain riddled recommendation that if you are into such things, you should check out Full Metal Alchemist…and there is some added fun in there for fans of history and theology. 

And Roy Mustang.  Oh, and Major Hughes, he’s very cool too.  Oh, and Major Armstrong…bwaahahahahaahha!

I was never picked last for gym class.  Quite the opposite really, and this was back in the day when now such outlawed barbarism like Dodge Ball, Red Rover, and King of the Mountain were totally acceptable physical education activities.  Hell, I took PE as electives in High School and College….so true enough, I have No Idea What it is like to be picked last for gym class. 

I do however, know exactly what it is like to be considered the dumb jock…and even WORSE that being a dumb jock is being a dumb female jock…because girls don’t get NFL contracts or make the money male athletes do-so unless you are good enough to go Olympic- as a female?  Well, nothing more useless in society than a girl who is good (but not excellent) at sports (plural).  And I can tell you this, once you get past about, oh, grade school, and things like looks, money, class, hotness, boyfriends and all that shit start mattering more than getting picked first for gym class amid one’s peers?  Shit changes….and everyone who is still fuckin’ bitter at you for being first picked in gym class or possessing deadly and brutal accuracy with a Dodge Ball…they will make you pay.  They will, in fact, take revenge.

And it is that revenge attitude I was talking about in my previous not cat post there, the glee those who never got picked in gym class take in pointing out how much better they are than you, or anyone else really, now.

Its my brush, I can eat it if I want too!

So, here is one of those promised posts, and it seems fitting to be the one that follows the Meat Eater Post…but yeah, here we go:  Those People Who are Just So Sure they are Better and Superior to all….

And I am sure you know the type.  Fact is, the inspiration for this one came from blogs I read occasionally, that while in some cases I find them to be funny or speaking about interesting stuff, the fact that the authors come off as so snot-assed, smarter than thou, looking down their noses at everyone who is not like them or licking their boots freakin’ arrogant it is a serious, serious, turn off…and not in the dating sense, but in the sense that while these bloggers might be good writers and have interesting or important things to say- they are just such imperious fucking asshat snob douchebags who are so utterly convinced of their own awesomeness it makes me want to puke and actually OVERRIDES anything of worth they might have to say.  Shit, so often they are so busy picking on people they find to be pathetic or backwards or losers or whatever else it actually overwhelms anything of interest or import they might have to say. 

And I have seen a lot of it in blog land, lemmie tell ya…from folk who are just so hip they feel they can rag on women in Playboy to folk who are just so convinced they are that dang smart and savvy and sure of themself that they figure it is okay to rag on, well, everyone, from “guidos” to “rednecks” to “rockabilly” to people who shop at Wal Mart, eat fast food, go to cheesy vacation places, to…Rob Zombie, Trent Reznor, and anyone and everyone who is a fan of theirs.  Pretty much anyone and everyone who does not live up to these people’s creds, who dresses different, or speaks different, or likes different entertainment (*if they are so low brow to even be into such things that is) or lacks the education or pedigree or hip cool big city snot attitude they flaunt….well, its open season on those people.  I have noted in my years on this planet this sorta attitude is very prevalent from some folk who hail from places like NYC, Boston, Philly, Miami, Dallas, LOS ANGELES!!!, San Fran….I mean, there is some “WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM levels of arrogance out of those folk, people who, oh, would still consider “towns” like Atlanta & Phoenix “the sticks”  (jesus, have they LOOKED at Phoenix lately?  It’s HUGE)….but hey, on the net, its even more prevalent…

And since I am one of “Those People” so many of these folks would look down upon, what, being a meat-eating, non PhD having, sports watching, gun-loving, gearhead, flag waving “Fuck you too!” prick, I sort of wonder….what exactly causes these folks to figure they are so much better than me, or anyone else out there who does not live up to their precious standards?  And you know what?  I’ve never, ever, ever heard a real answer to that.  I mean, for all the shit that I have been called out there in net land…stupid is not a word often used- at least not where it can be seen by me and disproven- and often times some of these folk who are so quick to tell EVERYONE just how smart they are?  Well, it doesn’t really show, and I have always sorta thought that anyone who has to tell you how smart they are over and over again and always assumes their intelligence outranks that of others?  Well I suspect they are actually compensating for something…usually their own insecurities about how that claim might just not be so true….

I also have a theory.  A lot of these folk?  Obviously, they were forever and always picked last for gym class.  And that has marked them for life with a hatred of so many things that will forever remind them of being picked last for gym class:  sports, exercise, pursuits that are physical, athletes, people who enjoy watching sports, and anything and everything that can be associated with such Cro-magnon silliness.  It has left them believing they are just smarter and now so much cooler and more hip than those stupid Other Kids back in school.  Hahah, THEY get to do the picking-on now!  Woohoo!

I have another theory too, and  that is that these folk are also classist as shit, and view anyone, from the tattooed weird-hair having Rob Zombie fan to the Trucker Cap Wearing auto mechanic as, well, beneath them and worthy of ridicule because, well, those folk are just…not evolved and trashy, there for, less human, there for, okay to pick on, stereotype and make countless assumptions about.  These are folk who will judge with ease and glee a person by the number of university earned letters by their name, an accent, a zip code, a manner of speaking, a mode of dress, a choice in recreational activities or forms of entertainment or attention to concerns-without ever bothering to even see them as humans with all that human stuff going on.  They are different and lesser than, so who gives a fuck what anyone says about them, right?  It’s not like they actually have feelings…

Hell, just this week a friend of mine was telling me that he was speaking to a person he knew about my back situation, and the person said my doctor probably assumed since I well, look like me, what with the ink and all, that I actually had nothing wrong with me and just wanted drugs.  Nevermind that I turned DOWN drugs after my neck surgery and have MRI’s that prove something is afoot….I look like a junkie-thusly, book, cover, judged!  (Thank god my Doc is NOT one of those people, and has been seeing me for about 15 years, and damn well knows better!) But yeah, that attiude, its real, and one I have personally dealt with a shit ton over the years….and as anyone who like me has dealt with it?  I can tell you it sucks.

And if you’d not guessed by now, this shit pisses me off (hell, see the “those people” tag), and seriously, I would put the brains and compassion and a shit ton of other things of those who these people deem as lesser-than up against the deemers any day of the week, even Christmas!  And I’d also like to remind them that judging other folk breeds not only alienation and discontent…but judgement coming right back at ‘em….like I am providing an exhibit A for right here.

But yes, really, I would one day like to sit down with so many of these people and give them that grim smile of mine and a long stare over the rim of my Coors Light can and tell them flat-out and straight up No, really, you’re Not That Awesome…

 Its funny, I saw on TV today someone famous saying how the last bastion of accepted hate was hatred of fat people.  I’d disagree.  Sure enough, there is a whole lotta fat hate out there….but it seems there is a lot of acceptable hate thrown at a whole lotta other folk too, and if it is thrown at certain acceptable targets, not only is it okay…its funny, witty, clever, and encouraged…

But that’s okay, Intellectual Bitches, We  Still Got Guns!