kitchen table

two day nap

Dismay uploaded by Lindsay Beyerstein.

I’ve sort of jumped ship these past couple weeks, been so busy with my two jobs & all the campaign work. It’s all over now though–the campaign, that is–and I am so, so please with the results.

After leaving the party at Democratic headquarters last night, a bunch of us headed down to Founding Fathers, a bar. We attempted to place our campaign stickers on the backs of unsuspecting Republicans–a fun game when your drunk on alcohol and exhaustion. Anyway, I’m ready for a two-day nap.

Follow all the news & updates here…

Lindsay Beyerstein photographing the faces of defeat in Virginia.

Buffalogeek has local analysis and some videos up from the after party.

South Dakota rejects the abortion ban.


ripple effect: the saga of contraception denial continues

For those of you following the Biting Beaver’s emergency contraception saga, you will be interested to know that she has, in fact, become pregnant. So because a pharmacist wouldn’t prescribe her EC, she now has to have an abortion. Again, are these “I’ve got a moral objection to sex” pharmacists completely bat-shit or what?

BB has got a frank and honest post up about her feelings on the matter. Part of her rage is the continuous message she receives about the apparent worthiness of the fetus inside her compared to her own existence and the well-being of her three children.

How often can one person hear that a fetus is more important than their own life? Than the lives of their children? How many times can you be reminded that you are, to them at least, a sack of shit and not worthy of even living?

Am I cold hearted about this? You bet your ass I am. I’m angry that my life is apparently worth so little because I had sex. I’m angry that people would literally try to fucking murder me by sending me a list of fatal herbs via a ‘helpful’ email. And that is to say nothing about the picket lines I will most likely have to cross. That speaks nothing to the shame that this society will attempt to thrust upon me for this situation. It speaks nothing to the anger and rage I feel that the penis which was actually attached to the condom apparently becomes utterly invisible.

Read the whole thing here.

Uteri or Uteruses?
September 20, 2006, 4:03 pm
Filed under: Blogging, friends, funny fun fun, travel

While I was in New York, I got a chance to visit the Museum on Natural History–a lifelong desire, to be perfectly honest. My dear friend Brendan accompanied me on this adventure and even got me to screech a little upon seeing the infamous blue whale. I closed my eyes as he led me down a short set of stairs, allowed him to position me just right, and then looked up on his cue into the face of the whale. Screeched.

I also saw all sorts of rats in the “Mammals of New York State” exhibit and the following presentation of the evolution of the uterus:

According to this display, the uterus has become simpler. Amen, or something.

Denied: feminist blogger plays 20-questions & still comes up short
September 20, 2006, 3:07 pm
Filed under: Blogging, conservative craziness, Feminism, Gender, Reproductive Rights

Biting Beaver has a detailed report up of her recent attempt to get emergency contraception. Not only was she asked questions about her marital status, fidelity, and number of children, she was made to answer personal questions about the sexual act causing her to need EC.

Was it rape? They wanted to know. Did she experience “trauma?”

“No. I have not been raped. The condom broke”. I state, becoming very frustrated at this point and wondering what the hell is going on.

“Ok, well ummm….Are you married?” he mumbles the words so low I can barely hear them.

Suddenly I get this image of the poor nurse standing at the hospital reading from a cue card that was given to him by a doctor.

“No.” I state plainly. “I am not married. I’ve been in a relationship for several years and I have three children, I don’t want a fourth.” I respond tersely.

“Oh, I see.” He says and then he hurries on, “Well, see. *I* understand. I want you to know that I understand what you’re saying. But see, the problem is that we have 4 doctors here right now but only one of them ever writes EC prescriptions. But see, the thing is that he’ll interview you and see if you meet his criteria. Now, I called the pharmacy but I also talked to him and well….*clears throat*….you can come down and try to get it. You know, if you meet his criteria he’ll give you a prescription, I mean, there’s really no harm in trying.” the nurse trails off, his voice falters as I realize what I’m being told.

The whole piece is up at Biting Beaver’s blog. It’s worth the read.

Via Feministing.

practical advice from Mark Crispin Miller
September 5, 2006, 11:26 pm
Filed under: Blogging, politics

So earlier today I was reading this editorial about election fraud over at the New York Times. I didn’t know what to feel nauseous about first: the overwhelming evidence that suggests our democratic process will be screwed over again this November or the fact that this isn’t–and hasn’t been–front page news. I also felt helpless, remembering the interview with Julian Bond I read before the 2004 election, during which he predicted, “It will be worse than in 2000.” And let’s not forget, Julian Bond has seen his fair share of disenfranchisement.

The following find over at that the Huffington Post was especially relevant then: Five Things to Do Before Election Day by Mark Crispin Miller, an author who has covered election fraud extensively. He has some great, do-able ideas on how we can all address election fraud in the upcoming mid-term elections–a great alternative to sitting on your ass and feeling nauseous.

straddling adulthood, or something like that
August 30, 2006, 12:01 pm
Filed under: Blogging, Darn Kids, Growing Up

This morning before work I took my brother out to coffee. Well, he got some ridiculous strawberry-shake drink and I got tea so coffee in the atmospheric sense, not the literal. We had a bit of banter about the worth of classical music: he took the “it’s outdated” argument while I insisted that respect for the likes of Beethoven and Mozart was essential for a musician. It is a clear example of my getting older, of gaining significant distance from the youthful inclination to dismiss the accomplishments of those that came before. But it’s also evidence of a trait I’m not eager to embrace: the inclination to argue on behalf of people for whom or ideals for which I don’t really care about just for the sake of pointing out to a young person what they should respect, what they should know.

I like to think that I redeemed myself somehow though as I spent the rest of the conversation, and the ride to drop him off at home, asking him what he thought made a good teacher. Picking his brain, I was reminded that if I want to know what makes a great teacher and if I want to be one, I need to listen to some of their greatest fans and critics: their 15 year old students. At times it’s hard to get my brother to talk about anything passionately besides his music but when I asked him that simple question–what do you think makes a good teacher?–he was practically tripping over his words, they were coming out so fast.

This straddling of adulthood and youngin’-life is a funny thing. In any given day I feel hypocritical, responsible, wise, and compromised. Or contradictory, sold-out, and doing-the-best-I-can. Just the other day I read through my journals from the first couple years of college and I hardly recognized the girl who must have held the pen, the girl who must have written the words. And again I felt those mixed emotions: embarrassed by her ignorance and yet moved–inspired–by her innocence.

news from Addicted to Race
August 28, 2006, 3:50 pm
Filed under: Blogging, conservative craziness, Racism

I’m coming out of the depths of my ongoing illness to shake an angry fist at the following discovery: Survivor, that pioneer in reality television, will be dividing tribes by race in the upcoming season.

Yeah, that’s right. By race. The Ladies at Addicted to Race have some analysis up on their site.

Update: I was telling some of my friends about this and one of them pointed out that if the show really wanted to portray accurate racial politics, the White team would show up the first day to find their shelter already made. A team of lawyers would be standing by with the deed and a list of all the other luxuries they inherited. Meanwhile, the other teams would be appropriately scrambling. Fucking Survivor, I hate this idea.