Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I'm amused today because one of the episodes featured a woman who had a doula, midwife, etc. She is in a lot of pain and asking for an epidural, but no one seems to be willing to give her one. It just makes me laugh because I have a friend who is really anti-traditional medicine/hospital childbirth because she thinks that the mother's wishes are often ignored by "the man." This episode just shows that, sometimes, childbirth experts have an agenda they try to push on the mother no matter what approach they ascribe to.
I feel sorry for this lady because she switched to a midwife from an M.D. because she didn't feel like she was being listened to. And then these hippie ladies ignored her, too.
Holy hell, there are some really emotionally manipulative commercials that run during A Baby Story! First was the horrible pertussis immunization ad that told mothers that in their arms is a dangerous place for their baby. Now there are these cord blood depository commercials that feature kids with leukemia and brain injuries, of course with the disclaimer that "individual results vary." Ick.
Monday, June 7, 2010
The article is about the newest Harry Potter trailer, yet for some reason the author feels the need to compare the previous trailer to Twilight, and talk about how this one is different. And a dozen people in the comments feel the need to talk about much better Harry Potter is than Twilight, how much they hate Twilight, and how much Twilight sucks.
Since when did Harry Potter and Twilight become so inextricably linked that Harry Potter must be judged in light of Twilight? Seems to me that the Twilight haters are giving Twilight more credit and influence that it deserves (and I like the series!). They're completely different books! Stop comparing them. Harry Potter can stand on its down; it doesn't need validation by comparing it to Twilight.
I suspect that it's all just an excuse for Twilight haters to mention, yet again, that they hate Twilight. They just can't resist the opportunity, so they create them. Bandwagon hating, people. Bandwagon hating.
Friday, June 4, 2010
"He pooped himself";
"He crapped himself";
"He peed himself"; and
"He pissed himself,"
but you can't say:
"He fecesed himself" or
"He urined himself"?
Fascinating. It's like a special rule for the slang terms.
This classy post was inspired by a bus ride I took today, where I smelled something that made me think, "Hmm, I think someone just [insert your choice of word here] themselves."
And sometimes, procrastination KICKS ME IN THE ASS. I just got my first drafts of two Patent Prosecution assignments I did not give enough time to, and I did pretty abysmal. I am going to blame in on the arrival of my niece, which distracted me for a full week. Luckily, I get a second shot at them, but I was kind of hoping I'd have all of next week to work on my thesis paper. Ugh. I am SO over that class. Our professor repeatedly talks about getting a 4.0, and makes it sound like getting a B in that class would be abject failure. Dude, I just want to learn a bit, pass the class, and get out of here.
I have this rather nonchalant attitude because I have been told by at least three people that I will mostly likely not get hired to do patent prosecution because I only have a bachelor's degree, and most biotech patent prosecutors have a master's or doctorate's degree. (Seriously, what kind of masochist gets a Ph.D. and then goes to law school?!) I'm only taking the class to learn more about the process because I figured it would be valuable as a patent litigator. Now I'm kind of glad that I probably won't do patent prosecution because it's hard! And our professor expects us to be perfect at it. Ugh.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thanks to the fab First Lady, I convinced myself I needed some cropped pants for summer, and on Memorial Day I misguidedly bought THESE:
Rest assured I have since come to my senses and returned them. In my defense, I kind of thought I was buying these (as they were on the same rack):
Tragically, though, I cannot fully rectify this mistake, because on Monday I got 30% off, a sale which has since ended. *Sniff* No Michelle O. homage for me.
I have no self-control, so of course the replacement cropped pants have been purchased since I first wrote the blog.
What I have a harder time understanding is the concept of hating something because it's cool to hate it. In some ways the same principle is at work, but I guess for me it just makes a lot more sense to be vocal and enthusiastic about something you like than to be vocal and enthusiastic about something you hate. That's why when I see people who can't ever resist an opportunity to shit all over something like Crocs or Twilight, it just seems like jumping on the hating bandwagon.
I mean, we all have things we hate. I hate Carrie Underwood's music, obviously. But I limit my vocalization of this hate to my own private blog because I recognize that I am in the minority here. For example, recently one of my good friends posted on her Facebook page that she "wishe[d] [she] was at the Carrie Underwood concert." About four people commented with "me too," "me three," etc. I started to write, "I wish I was there so I could tell her in person that I think she sucks!" but I stopped myself. Why? Because it occurred to me that doing so would be kind of rude given how many people had commented before me about how much they liked her. I don't like it when I post on Facebook about something I like and then someone comes along and basically mocks me for it. (Full disclosure, I did actually post the comment after another friend noted that I would "unfriend" her for posting that, but I felt the mood had altered enough at that point that it wouldn't be as insulting.)
I started thinking about this when a website I read recently posted about a story where a little boy was saved from electrocution by a hair dryer because he was wearing Crocs. Innocuous enough story, but of course dozens of people have to chime in about how ugly and stupid Crocs are and how no one should wear them in public, despite the fact that a good number of people in the comments had already admitted to liking and wearing Crocs. I mean, that would be like me trolling a Carrie Underwood fan site and writing about how much I think she sucks. There's no need to insult people like that, it's kind of rude.
Maybe I'm overly sensitive to this because I happen to like things that are ripe for bandwagon hating, but I still think it is a real phenomenon. And frankly, it's a tired one. We get it, you think Crocs are ugly. We get it, you think Twilight sucks. We get it, you think romance novels are not intellectual. There's no need to mention it each time someone vocalizes a liking for one of those things. Don't these haters realize that they come across just as annoying as the fans? Who really cares what you don't like? No one! You're boring me.
This is part of the reason why I have stopped reading the comments at websites like STFU Parents. I still think the blog is funny, but after a while the comments just got to be too much. I like to make fun of annoying parents, but it's clear that some of the people who comment just want to make fun of all parents (and all kids). The first time they called kids "crotch fruit" was kind of funny. Throwing out the term every time a kid does a normal kid thing, however, is tiring. Blanket parent-hating is one bandwagon I don't want to jump on, thanks.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
First of all, it's a site dedicated to hating Carrie Underwood. So of course I approve. But second (and most importantly), the postings on that page are very similar to the comments on my own post about Ms. Underwood, which, three years after its posting, continues to be the most popular thing about my blog BY FAR. Those comments never fail to amuse me. Same goes for that Facebook page. Spend about three minutes on there and it's clear that the worst insult those geniuses can think of is to call someone "fat" or a "bitch." Wow. That cuts deep.