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Sep. 25th, 2006 12:09 am Gender Studies 200 is too basic for me and lacks crunchy application. Still, it's good to think about these things.
Sep. 25th, 2006
I'm throwing one stone and killing three birds:
1. This, and other gender-related articles will show up here because I need to print them out for class.
2. At the same time, I can use writing these articles as a way to help me sort out my own issues.
3 Other people with questions and/or similar issues can, in time, come here and read; there ain't a lot out there on this end of things y'see.
Ta da!
I feel the need to say this, because, like I said earlier, my years of work building the CPR railway... or was it my time as a Zulu warrior... or the time I was the dowager behind the Medici throne? Anyway, something's gone done inculcated in me the idea that if I show weakness, the wolves will eat me. So this is not here as a sympathy bid (even though the primary function of LJ is to maintain collective bitching in the event of a Soviet Nuclear Strike - "OMG, I hate radioactive fallout too!!! >:P"). I'm here to solve a problem, keep y'all in the loop in a matter that's probably a bit hard to wrap your head around ('cause lord know I'm having a time of it), see if y'all have any input ("you need to eat more zinc"), and provide a resource for others who're wading through the mindfuck.
1. This, and other gender-related articles will show up here because I need to print them out for class.
2. At the same time, I can use writing these articles as a way to help me sort out my own issues.
3 Other people with questions and/or similar issues can, in time, come here and read; there ain't a lot out there on this end of things y'see.
Ta da!
I feel the need to say this, because, like I said earlier, my years of work building the CPR railway... or was it my time as a Zulu warrior... or the time I was the dowager behind the Medici throne? Anyway, something's gone done inculcated in me the idea that if I show weakness, the wolves will eat me. So this is not here as a sympathy bid (even though the primary function of LJ is to maintain collective bitching in the event of a Soviet Nuclear Strike - "OMG, I hate radioactive fallout too!!! >:P"). I'm here to solve a problem, keep y'all in the loop in a matter that's probably a bit hard to wrap your head around ('cause lord know I'm having a time of it), see if y'all have any input ("you need to eat more zinc"), and provide a resource for others who're wading through the mindfuck.
I'll break down crying when I see you in person.
There. Tough, decisive public face confirmed. Grrrrrr.
( The texty bit )