Recently a friend of mine was diagnosed with a severe heart defect which she had to have open heart surgery to correct. She’s doing better now, but her illness got me thinking about how, as a society, we perceive birth differences. We hear about those with birth defects fairly regularly, and we understand that sometimes development doesn’t happen exactly the same for everyone. But tell someone that 1 in 100 babies has a body that differs from “standard” male or female and you’re met with disbelief. Why are our hearts, brains, organs, and blood allowed to differ, but our genitalia or hormones aren’t?
A few months ago I posted about finding a forum post (Which I’ll link to if you want to read the entire thread) which majorly creeped me out. Long story short: Woman’s husband doesn’t have a very active sex drive (or maybe just motivation to have sex with her). She asks for advice. Amid some semi-useful stuff comes the suggestion to… well… rape him.
Tonight I was posting a comment on Facebook and thought of this post, so I went back to the forum, and I found another piece of advice.
So if you’re not willing to rape him, you could just drug and frustrate him. Probably not going to get you a rape conviction, but it is probably good enough for domestic abuse.
Now I’m not going to pretend that this is the only double standard in the world, but honestly, if you switch this entire conversation around, it’s really really disturbing. (Of course there are some that still aren’t sure what rights people should have to consent, especially if they dress a bit too sexy – just ask many of my Indian friends who are concerned about this issue in their country).
Others have caught on to this creepiness, of course few in the forum actually admit they’re advocating illegal behavior or take such concerns seriously. Heck, one woman admits to the ‘cuddle’ trick:
Recently I’ve been working out and trying to get back on my diet (err… Reduced Calorie Intake Plan – RCIP, remember?). One of the sites I use to track my information also has a forum for members, and I sometimes scan the list of topics just to see what’s going on. It’s there that I found a slightly creepy exchange.
The back story: A woman complains that her husband doesn’t want to have sex with her as often as she wants (especially now that she’s working out and it’s “all she thinks about”). He’s got no interest. Amidst many of the helpful comments, one person wrote the following, which was heavily quoted and heartily agreed to:
So assuming her husband does not want to have sex, I believe the word that describes the actions above would be… oh yea… rape. Could you imagine if the roles were reversed? How super creepy would it be to go to a forum and see a man complaining about his wife having no interest in sex, and then have someone write the above. “shush her and tell her it will all be over soon” – sounds like a line from a horror movie or crime docudrama, right? And then to have multiple people agree…
Kinda creepy on this Friday morning!
I’ve always found stage musicians interesting. As someone who played music (poorly) for 8 years in school, I don’t know how I could ever know 1 song ‘by heart’, let alone dozens needed for a live stage show. Yes, I know that it’s possible that you could have music ready for some parts (i.e. keyboards), but others (i.e. guitar) require you to simply know your part by memory, lest you appear to be a very strange performer. And while those on stage seem magical, every so often it’s good to know they still rehearse before shows to make sure they get it right. Want to see the difference it makes? Below is a video of Jimmy Buffett’s band, the Coral Reefers, doing a vocal rehearsal for Boomerang Love, before a show in Sydney, Australia (Yes, That show). They tune up beforehand, and in the second video, you can hear the final product from that same show.
And the song, in concert:
This is a story that begins with a very odd little service / company named Klout. In their own words…
Our friendships and professional connections have moved online, making influence measurable for the first time in history. When you recommend, share, and create content you impact others. Your Klout Score measures that influence on a scale of 1 to 100.
So being the glutton for punishment I am when it comes to services I can sign up for, I connected Klout up to my Twitter account and got a score. The score was interesting in that it rarely changed, so I hardly checked it, until recently when Klout introduced Perks. To save you the time of reading their page, this is exactly what it sounds like: I’m ‘influential’ so I get some free stuff because brands want to know what I think.
Recently I noticed my first ‘perk’ was available from Lipton. You see, apparently I’m influential about certain topics (As of this writing, 8 things specifically, including for some reason, Amtrak). One of those topics is “Drinks”, which I can only imagine I’m influential about because…
- I require hydration
- I drink things to fulfill this need
- I apparently talk about it in some way.
So Lipton sent me a bunch of these little packets (pictured above) so they could enjoy and bask in my measurable (thanks to Klout) influence. But before I tell you what I think of them, I gotta say this (because the little card included with the packets says so)
[notice]I was given a free product or sample because I’m a Klout influencer. I am under no obligation to receive the sample or talk about this company. I get no additional benefits for talking about the product or company.[/notice]
So that’s what I have to say, but ya know, I feel like going the extra mile.
[notice]By getting something for free, I feel no obligation to post about it in a serious or mocking tone at all. My parents raised me to believe that reciprocity was an evil concept that had no value in the world. Further, social interactions have never subtly hinted a quid pro quo norm to me, probably because I live under a rock. [/notice]
So anyway, what did I think of the product? Well let’s see.
First I got myself some regular tap water and put it in a large cup I recently acquired on a trip to an indian casino. I opened the flavor packet using the pre-cut notch (which initially I thought my evil cat had bit into the packet. While I applaud Lipton for providing this easy open interface, my cat does not appreciate the near scolding I almost administered). I then proceeded to dump the contents into the large cup, and stirred the sh*t out of the liquid with a knife (because that’s how I role). Eventually said packet contents integrated with water, producing a honey brown liquid which smelled vaguely tropical.
[notice]I was not asked by Apple, Sony, Twelve South, or Jimmy Buffett to include their products in the photo above. Neither was I asked by HTC to take said photo with my MyTouch 4G Slide, although I did it anyway.[/notice]
So once I had my libation ready to sample, I sat down and carefully picked up the glass. I took a sip, and came to the conclusion that…
This stuff ain’t bad
That’s my exact reaction. I’m an influencer, and I’m influencing that the Lipton Tea & Honey Mango Pineapple Iced Green Tea is pretty tasty. Although if it weren’t I’d be seriously surprised. Do you have any idea how much money gets put into developing a product at subsidiary of Unilever? If this thing had tasted like crap, it never would have made it out of QA (probably…). Anyway, I’m fairly happy with my free tea. I even paired it with a tasty food item
[notice]I was given a free banana & peanut butter bread treat by my wife because I’m awesome. I am under no obligation to talk about this. I get no additional benefits for talking about it, although even if I did, I might not tell you since it’s none of your business.[/notice]
I’ve ridden the NYC Subway (Specifically the #1 train) fairly frequently over my 3 years working here. In that time I’ve identified a number of subway ‘types’ – certain prototypical New Yorkers that comprise your average subway train. Here’s a brief list of them.
Notice the absolute vacant look on this poor pregnant lady’s face? It’s normal. The Apathetic New Yorker rides the subway with a look that screams “My God, why am I doing this…” They don’t seem angry – in fact, they don’t seem to show any emotion whatsoever. They’re just existing, and they’re trying to just get where they’re going in no worse mood than they were when they got on the train. About 90% of the average subway car is made up of the Apathetic. Continue reading “The 8 Types of People You Meet On The NYC Subway”