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| Sunday, November 6th, 2005 | | 1:17 am |
Tammy again
Several things: 1) I have now officially submitted my thesis to the thesis editor, and hope to graduate this semester! 2) We have moved to Pasadena, CA, because my boy got a job for LA county. I love it here! 3) Yesterday, Tammy came to Pasadena! literally 5 minutes walk from our apartment! So, of course, I went to see her :) Her husband was actually there also, and I got to talk to him. It was a different dynamic with him there. I brought my german version of Alanna: The First Adventure with me, because I promised myself last time that if I ever see her again, I would have her sign that copy. And Tim (I hope I am allowed to call him that... her husband, anyway) saw it immediately, and recognized it :) We talked about it. It made me very happy. I didn't really find out much new stuff that isn't on the website already, but it was still awesome, because Tammy is just the coolest. However, seeing her made me actually join the sheroes central board, under the same name as this, and I found out that apparently there were more homosexual couples in Tammy's books than I ever realized. Possible Spoilers: * * * * * * In the new book we find out, which, in hindsight, is pretty apparent, that Rosethorn and Lark are lovers. Apparently, though, while Lark is a lesbian, Rosethorn is bi and has an on-again-off-again relationship with Crane. Now, that one I didn't see coming. Also, Lalasa and Tiane(?) are a couple, as were ROGER and THOM! Roger and Thom???? wow, that one I REALLY didn't see. Apparently it was more obvious in the original draft of Song of the Lioness (back when it was one book, written more for adults). But, looking back on it, I guess I can see it. * * * * end spoilers Some things that may or may not be interesting to people that I found out in talking to Tim: apparently, in the original version of Lioness Rampant, which was a LOT longer and which Tammy had to seriously cut down, there were a lot more Liam and Alanna go into random villages and rescue random people. One particular scene involved Liam asking Alanna to create a distraction with her magic (because the odds were something like 40-1), and she creates a dragon, which lands directly in the middle of the bandit camp. When the bandits were all confused, Liam and Alanna could defeat them. They then went on to the roof of the world, and on their way back, they kept hearing tales of a dragon that only preyed on bandits. And then they see this giant dragon in the sky (as they are on the boat back to Tortall), and he has a (living, struggling) bandit in his mouth... whom he drops at Alanna's feet and then comes down so Alanna can pet him! I wish I could read the originals to these books... because there's so much there that isn't in the books! Also, I actually got to talk to Tammy some this time around (I was way in the back of the line). She said she liked the German illustrations :) And she signed the book in German! whoo hoo! Tammy is awesome! I guess I'll be editing this entry as new things occur to me, but this is the basic story :) I can't believe I am lucky enough to have seen her twice in one year! I feel so lucky! And this time there were actually people my age there as well, which was cool! :) | | Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 | | 12:59 am |
totally irrelevant :)
Yeah, I know I hardly ever update. The reason for that is that I don't have much to say. However, I had to share this since I know that at least some people that read my journal (when I write into it) are Tamora Pierce fans. You guys should check out her new website: Tammy's Homepage. SHE HAS MERCHANDISE! Lookey Here!. That's it, that's all I had to say :) Oh wait, while I'm writing... I PASSED MY THESIS DEFENSE! WHOOO HOOO! Okay, now I really AM done! :) Edit: Hey, there's a new date too! Will of the Empress (Circle Reforged) is coming out September 15th! :) | | Thursday, October 14th, 2004 | | 9:30 pm |
| | Wednesday, July 7th, 2004 | | 10:15 am |
Barcelona!
So, here is my exciting news: I am going to Barcelona! Details: My advisor, a labmate (friend) and I submitted a system to a competition (for those of you who care, it was the Senseval 3 competition on Semantic Role Labeling. Semantic Role Labeling is the process of trying to automatically assign semantic roles (as in "driver", "vehicle", "victim") to a sentence. We had training data (data where the semantic roles were already superimposed on the sentence) and were then judged on how close we got to the actual roles) and we did pretty well. We then submitted a followup paper to a workshop, and that got accepted. The workshop is in Barcelona, but originally just my advisor was going to go to present the paper. HOWEVER, last friday night she sent me an email because apparently there were some student grants given to provide funding for students to come to this workshop and present their papers, and they had an extra grant. I applied (this was much more of a hassle than you'd think, considering this weekend we had one laptop that wasn't connecting to the internet (more on that later*) and one laptop for which the power connection wasn't working and so it could only be used after messsing with the connection for about 1/2 and hour... and then you could only use it for short amounts of time 'cause it also wasn't charging properly (since the power connection kept disconnecting)) and got the grant, so now I'm going to Barcelona... in 2 weeks! Is that crazy or what? And I'm going all alone (well, my advisor will be there, but that's about it). Craziness! So, anyone been to Barcelona? Any ideas on where I should go? :) *ok, so we have Comcast and apparently they decided that they were going to go through their database and make sure that everyone that's only paying for one IP address is only using one IP address. So, I managed to break my network card and when I tried to reconnect to the network with the new card, it wouldn't let me. Of course, they hadn't told us that they were limiting us to one IP address so I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what was wrong with the card, why it could send but not receive... and Brijesh's computer was connecting to the internet (since he had the same card) but (like I said) the power connection was funky. So I kept having to shuffle things back and forth between my computer and his computer, so I could send it to my advisor for approval. It was a hassle, and the most annoying this is that if I had known it was because Comcast was limiting us to one IP address, I would have just disconnected his computer, rebooted the modem and then I would have been able to connect!!!!! GAH! | | Tuesday, July 6th, 2004 | | 11:59 am |
silly things
That's just great... I'll retaliate by having an affair with myself! How could you, 50l4c3? | | Thursday, June 3rd, 2004 | | 11:04 am |
childhood memories
Idea stolen from someone else's journal (Randy's, author of Something Positive). I really liked it, so I'm going to use it. Tell me your favorite childhood memory (or memories, if you so choose). I have so many I don't even know where to begin, but here are just a few: 1) Being there when my sister was born. I wasn't supposed to be there (my parents had arranged for someone to come pick me up when the time came), but she decided that the middle of the night would be a good time to be born, and she wanted to be born RIGHT THEN. The way I remember it, we barely made it to the hospital in time. My mom lay down on the bed/table thingy, and that was that. The only one there was a nurse, the doctor came a bit later (I was too young to have a concept of time) and the guy who was supposed to pick me up came just before the doctor. I got to see my sister a few seconds after she was born, how cool is that? (I was about 3 1/2 at that point) 2) Sitting in the cherry tree in our backyard and reading. I used to read ALL THE TIME, and that tree was my favorite place. There was a place in the tree where there was a branch to sit on, another branch to lean against, and a third branch to put my feet on. I used to take a large pillow and a book up there, and I could stay there for hours. It was also a very safe place because my sister was too young to climb up there (too short) and my mother couldn't climb and didn't want to use the ladder, and my dad was at work. 3) Sitting in my grandma's kitchen watching her make "Semmelknoedel" (traditional german dumplings made out of sliced old bread, chopped parsley, heated milk, eggs and some salt). To this day, when I make this dish, the smell of the bread will make me feel so happy (and remind me of my grandma, of course). 4) Driving up to my grandma's house and seeing her standing at the window, waiting for us and waving. It was a three hour trip (give or take, depending on traffic) from Munich to Glattbach (little village about an hour from Frankfurt, just barely in Bavaria, for the curious), and I have no idea how she always managed to look out at the right time, but both my sister and I have this memory and we both swear she ALWAYS did. She would also invariably have something to eat for us, sometimes the aforementioned "Semmelknoedel" or cake, depending on the time of day. 5) Lying in bed with my sister, and having my grandfather tell us stories before bedtime. He used to tell stories of all kinds of animals (he loved walking in the woods and observing animals, and he made everything sound so real). It's funny how much my sister and my memories are the same, but we both remember him sitting at the foot of the bed, facing us and facing away from the door, and when we looked at him, he was framed in the light of the door. The door was kinda funky: it was a glass door but the glass was wavy and stuff so you couldn't see through it, but the light would still come through. 6) Easter at my grandparent's house. They would hide the easter baskets in their yard (lots of places to hide, but not too many to make it frustrating) and they were always all the same, so whichever you found first, that was the one you got to keep :) 7) Playing games with my grandmother. We used to play all kinds of board games. She was the one who first taught me how to play checkers and chess :) Does anyone notice a pattern here? Yeah, I wasn't very good with other kids... I liked being at my grandmother's house because I could hang out with her and there was no pressure to "get along with" or "play with" other kids. These memories are not in any kind of order, although probably the first one is my favorite now because it means so much to me. Anyway, please tell me any childhood memories that you particularly like :) EDIT: Oh, come on! No one wants to tell me a childhood memory???? | | Sunday, May 30th, 2004 | | 10:35 am |
Book Quotes
Since Eilonwy very nicely told me how to do LJ cuts (and since I'm stupid, feuerrot explained it to me in more detail), I will now quote some of the book. I don't think that any of the more religious people reading this journal should find it offensive, but if you do, let me know and I'll make a filter that you're not in (or you could just not read it, since it's behind a cut). My comments will be like this: [[comment]] :) ( Quotes ) Current Mood:  thoughtful | | 9:56 am |
I'm UPDATING
So, in an effort to start updating more regularly, I'm trying to get away from the idea that I have to have something deep and meaningful to say when I write in here, so I'm just going to write when I feel like it :) Yesterday I went to Barnes and Nobles. My boy and I went there to buy a financial newspaper and a book on stock market stuff for him. We ended up staying for just slightly less than 3 hours. I spent the entire time in their religious section, looking at books on Hinduism (of which there were surprisingly many -- 3 shelves worth). We ended up buying "The Idiot's Guide to Hinduism", which is written by a woman who has a master's degree in eastern studies (or something like that) and has written three other books on Hinduism, two of which deal with the role of women in Hindu society (the third is about meditation). She has a great writing style. Someone needs to tell me how to LJ cuts, so that I can quote some of the stuff in the book without filling up your friend pages. It's stuff that I think most of you would identify with. One chapter deals with the difference between judaism, christianity, islam and hinduism. I also got a "Teach yourself Hindi" book... just the very basics of grammar and some vocabulary :) It was a fun trip. Oh, and while I was there I was idly looking through the 'books on tape' section and I saw the latest Tamora Pierce book ("Trickster's Choice") there! It's on something like 17 tapes or something like that! That made me so happy. I have this kind of personal pride whenever I see how popular Tammy has become, because I started reading her WAY before. I was AHEAD of the trend. That never happens to me :) Anyway, yeah, someone tell me how to do an LJ cut :) Current Mood:  happyCurrent Music: sound of alarm going off in other room :) | | Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003 | | 1:07 am |
fun
So in Red Hat Linux there's this little fish (Wanda the GNOME fish) that quotes things at you when you click on him. It quoted "Jabberstocky" at me, so then I went and looked it up and I found this great website: http://www76.pair.com/keithlim/jabberwocky/parodies/index.html -- enjoy :) And, incidentally, I just changed the mood icon to "happy" from "annoyed" because I FINALLY FIXED the bug in my code I've been trying to fix for TWO DAYS (when the submission is on thursday)!!!! yay!!!! Current Mood: happyCurrent Music: some Indian song | | Monday, April 14th, 2003 | | 11:02 pm |
exciting
well, for me anyway... I hope most of you will realize what this means... I CAN DRINK COFFEE AGAIN!!!!! I just had a cup of half milk and half coffee, and no bad things have happened! and I've been drinking bits of coke and lemonade and eating oranges!!! I'm so very very happy! OK, so it doesn't take a lot, but... I've had to be careful for so long it's still incredible that I can eat spicy foods, and drink normal drinks, without having to worry :) :) :) | | Sunday, March 2nd, 2003 | | 8:48 pm |
No subject seems appropriate
Today my grandfather died. He was the only one of my grandparents left. I loved him, probably more than any of my other grandparents... partially because my ability to love has grown over the years, and so the other one that died earlier didn't really get everything I was able to give to him. Also, they always thought of me as a child... to them I had never grown up. With him it was different. He somehow always saw me as the age that I really was. He realized that I had grown up. He was an inspiration to me. He had so many prejudices drummed into his head (happens when you grow up in Nazi Germany) and still he managed to overcome them all. He still had gut reactions to certain situations, but... when he stopped to think, he was the most accepting grandparent I have ever met. I don't know if any of you will understand what this means, but here's a small example of what I am talking about: My sister brought her jewish boyfriend to meet him, two summers ago. And, other than a couple of silly remarks (about his ears), he was very accepting. Then I come along, the next summer and bring my jewish (now ex) boyfriend. And he didn't make any comments. He, in fact, seemed to LIKE him. At some point he made some comment, and I told him that he was jewish, and he pointed to the star around his neck and commented that he had noticed. Incredible. I was so impressed... I loved him so much then. He used to tell us stories when we were children. Stories about animals... stories about nature. He loved making up stories and telling them to us at bedtime. He never seemed like he knew where the story was going. Looking back, I think the story told itself through him. He himself didn't know where it was going to end when he started talking... but they were always wonderful. My sister wanted him to tell them a few summers ago, so she could write them down, but he didn't want to anymore. He said he didn't have any stories anymore. I think he missed being able to go walking in the woods. He used to walk in the woods for hours... but then he got old(er) and it was harder and harder for him. But he never stopped living life. He was (I think) 87 years old, and he still walked every day for 2 times 15 mins. He was incredible. He died the way he wanted to die: healthy and in his sleep. We're not sure what he died of... probably a heart attack. I'm happy for him, but I'll miss him. I want to grow old like him... he never stopped updating himself. He never stopped living with the times. He watched TV (all of the news broadcasts) and he always had an opinion. Thank you for listening to me ramble. I'm going away now. Have work I have to do. | | Thursday, January 23rd, 2003 | | 12:06 pm |
and then... everything changed
A few months ago I was walking down the road of my life, and when I looked up I could see the outline of the road stretching in front of me. The details got more and more blurred depending on the distance of the point in the road I was looking at, but I could see the main direction the road was taking. And then, one day (about 4 months ago), I found myself looking out from the top of a little hill, and (as sometimes happens when you are walking over uneven terrain) I realized that I had not see the whole picture. The road had looked flat and even, but from this point I could see an unexpected end that I had not noticed until then. I had not reached that end yet, but for the first time since I stepped onto this road, the end was on my horizon. As I kept walking down that road, thinking about what it meant that the road was ending, and trying to figure out how long it would be until I would reach that end, I suddenly became aware that there was another road that had been paralleling mine for soem time. I kept walking, thinking about the familiarity of the road I was on, about the glimpse I had had from the top of that hill. But, unbidden, my thoughts would stray to the other road. The little of it that I could see through the trees lining the road I was on seemed very tempting. It was an exciting unknown, and yet...somehow...strangely familiar. It seemed cooler, but refreshingly so. More sheltered, somehow, but with unexpected twists and turns. As I was thinking about this, I passed by a tall tree, and my curiosity took over. I climbed the tree and could now see the end of the road I was on again, but I could also see (somewhat to my surprise) that there was an intersection between "my" road and the road that had been occupying so much of my thoughts, just a little bit ahead. But, after the intersection, I could only see the other road for a brief period of time, since it twisted and turned and disappeared into the denser parts of the forest. I considered what this meant for a while, while climbing back down and strolling along my road. I was stalling, and I knew it. I was deliberately walking slowly, trying to avoid the point where I would have to make a decision between the comfortable familiar and the exciting unkown. I thought about where the other path might lead, which path would lead me to what I really wanted. And I thought about the end I had seen to the road I was on. No matter how slowly I walked, however, I got the intersection at some point... and I still wasn't prepared to make the decision. I looked down the road I was on, and I could see the end in the distance, blurry but unmistakable. And I looked along the little I could see of the intersecting path. And I knew then that I would have to take the "other" path. The road I was on was becoming treacherous from this point on, and I realized that I would not be happy if I continued along this road merely because it was familiar. I realized that I didn't want to be on a road that ended so soon... and the intersecting road at least presented the possibility of continuing much longer, if not forever. So, I gathered my courage and stepped off the road I had been on for over 2 years. It was not easy, it seemed painful, like my feet were attached to the road I was on. About two and a half months ago, I took the "other" road. I haven't regretted it, but the first few days were hard. I knew I was doing the right thing, and I felt relieved that I had finally made a decision. The conflict had already taken too much of my time and energy. Finally I was no longer wondering what the other road would offer, I was on it and experiencing it. I couldn't help thinking about all the things that I had experienced while I was on my old road, and I couldn't help regretting that I had to leave a road that had been a steady road with a lot of wonderful things that I had found along the way. It had been a good road to test my walking skills on, but it was time for me to move on and see how I would fare on a rougher road... a road less familiar. I couldn't help appreciating the road I was on, even though I felt guilty for not regretting the road I had left. I told myself htat I was being silly, that I had finally made the decision I had been thinking about for so long. So I stopped feeling guilty, and just enjoyed the little twists and turns that my new road was taking. I found myself looking forward to the next twist, wondering what treasure I would find around the next corner. And every little turn showed me a new little flower, or some other unexpected little patch of beauty. And every time I turned a corner, I was happier that I had chosen the path I was on. Soon I noticed myself walking faster, anticipating what I would fine around the next turn, anticipating new beauties or old treasures rediscovered. Maybe a flower I had seen before, but now it glowed startlingly beautifully against an appropriate background, more beautiful than I ever thought possible. I started to be a little frightened, I was getting so involved with all the things on and around this road. I couldn't control my stops. The road started sloping downward and I couldn't slow down, even if I had wanted to. Finally, the inevitable happened: I tripped. But instead of hitting the ground hard, I fell on a soft patch of springy moss, and started gently rolling down the hill. Soon I was gathering speed, losing control. I was tumbling, head over heels, no control whatsoever, and it was beautiful, exhilarating, and a little scary. I was scared of hitting a tree, scared of losing control completely and losing myself in the process. Scared because I had never felt quite this way before. What would happen if I woke up and found that it was all just a dream? Every once in a while, I would reach a little plateau, and I would have a little time to slow down and take a breath. I would look around and everything was so beautiful. I would lie in completely awe, I didn't want to move, I was so afraid that if I moved I would destroy the feeling. But inevitably, something in that beauty affected me so much that I felt like I had to move back... and so I started rolling again, losing control again. But after the first few times, I never regretted leaving the beautiful plateau behind. I knew that I would find many such amazing and precious moments, full of treasures, on the path that I had chosen. | | Sunday, August 25th, 2002 | | 6:32 pm |
| | Thursday, February 21st, 2002 | | 5:00 pm |
and yet another online quiz result: 
Which tarot card are you? Now, ladymajere, this is your territory... what does that mean? :) | | Tuesday, February 12th, 2002 | | 2:04 am |
| | Saturday, February 2nd, 2002 | | 7:02 pm |
| | Wednesday, January 16th, 2002 | | 10:49 pm |
| | Saturday, January 12th, 2002 | | 1:13 am |
old friends, new friends... bad friends, true friends...
So, I was rereading my journal, and I was realizing that... well, that things have changed. I talked about a girl in an earlier journal entry, a friend of mine from home, and I didn't know if she still cared at all anymore... well, it seems like she does. I hung out with her yesterday and I'm going to go meet up with her and a friend of hers as soon as I'm done writing this. I will call her red from now on (she dies her hair VERY red... I'll probably come up with something better, but for now that's what it'll be). She's been a good friend and I was upset thinking that I'd lost her, but I"m glad now 'cause it seems like I didnt. So, that is the old friends, true friends... New friends, well, there are some very special people that have come into my life in the last 3 1/2 years... they mean a lot to me, and I would put them in the category of "new friends, true friends"... they have proven themselves time and time again... Now we get to the bad category, the "old friends, bad friends" category. Apparently some of my "friends" have taken to talking behind my back. As most of you know, I've had an operation as a result from an accident, which is partly the reason for the diet that I have to be on (no acid, no alcohol, no caffeine etc). Well, the friend whose mother was driving is apparently going around saying that I'm suing them because I get stressed during finals. Now, let me state at this point that I'm not suing THEM... I'm getting all the money that the insurance covers... this has NO effect on their lifestyle, the money they have, anythign but the amount of time they spend dealing with it. Wouldn't you think that they'd WANT to help me? That they'd WANT to make up for something that was, after all, her fault (she lost control of the car). No, while I've made this as easy for them as possible, and have explained time and time again that I'm not suing them, that all they need to do is help me get that money so that if I have problems in the future, I'll be able to cover them... but no, they work against me at every turn, and now I find out that they are spreading stories behind my back... and not only that, MY OTHER "FRIENDS" BELIEVED THEM OVER ME! Oh well, fuck them... if they don't know any better, they don't deserve my friendship or my trust. Wow, that was bitter... but... well, what else are journals for, right? | | Thursday, January 10th, 2002 | | 2:38 am |
being German
Well, as everyone who reads this journal knows, I'm German. Now, there used to be a time when I was extremely ashamed of that fact, and hated it when someone mentioned my accent. There was also a time when I felt uncomfortable meeting Jewish people, because I was afraid of what they would think when they found out. This changed as I became friends with some people that believed very strongly in Judaism, but still told me that I was not to blame for anything my country or my ancestors may or may not have done. But, there has always been a sore spot about that... and partly it's because I know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't have acted any differently if I had been in my grandfather's shoes, or my grandmother's or anyone in that generation... I would have gone along with it as much as the next person, because I'd have been afraid. Does this make me a bad person? probably not... just a weak one. But anyway... my boyfriend is very religious (as far as college students go) and he's (obviously, since i'm talking about this) Jewish. I just recently found out that apparently his mom's soon to be husband (my bf lives with his mom) doesn't like me because i'm German--he's Jewish too, needless to say. I feel betrayed... I feel like everything that was ever said to me on that note has been a lie. I can deal with Jewish grandparents not liking me, that's the war generation... but... this is different. It has a semi impact on my life... even though my boy is in florida, I dont feel comfortable calling there now 'cause I'm afraid he'll pick up the phone, and I know I won't be comfortable visiting, though I'll probably do it anyway. But, it's just so unfair... don't you think, guys? I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad girlfriend to him. In fact, if I do say so myself, I'm a rather good one. and I care about him, nothing wrong with that, right? I love the boy to pieces... and yet... because of something that I can do NOTHING to ever change, someone doesn't like me. I know I'm bitching, but I just feel... helpless... and I HATE feeling helpless. I'm getting better at letting it go, but every once in a while it still creeps up on me. I don't want to go back to hating where I was born. Germany has its good points (has its bad points too, what country doesn't), and I want to be able to be proud of that. It'll take me a while yet to get to the point where I'm actually PROUD of being German... but at least I want to be able to not regret it... and, well, this is NOT helping. Anyway, enough bitching for one night... | | Friday, November 23rd, 2001 | | 5:32 pm |
Twisted?
OK, I've just been called twisted by my mother for suggesting that my sister might wanna wear something sexy to bed with her boy. Can anyone tell me what's supposed to be twisted about this? She says it's "so old fashioned" and "against woman's rights"...??? She says that no one does it, and only people in magazines tell you they do... so why do I know more than one person who does and even more who would? When I brought this up, I was told it's because they are twisted too. What?? Maybe this should not bother me that much, but for some reason I guess I just don't enjoy being told that I am twisted and old fashioned by my mother. Blah... I am so mad right now that I just don't wanna deal with anyone, and I have to go back to studying for GRE's. Yes, I know that the only times I update is when I'm home... that's because I need someone to vent at and I'm not in the mood to drag my sister or my dad into it. I don't think there's anything wrong with me just because I like feeling like my bf enjoys looking at me... I dont think there's anything wrong with wanting to feel wanted... and I don't think that it's against women's rights either. I guess that's really what's bothering me... the implication that what I do on my own time, what I do in bed, makes me less of a feminist. Granted, I'm probably not the most ardent feminist out there, and I do laugh at some jokes that would probably infuriate some women, but I think that if you were to ask any of my friends (especially male ones) that they would tell you that I am a feminist at heart, and that I am very aware that women can do everything that men can. I am also aware of certain limitations... like strength. Face it, the average woman is NOT as strong as the average man. On the other hand, I do think that there are women out there who could kick most guys butts. One of them is my karate instructor. She's one of the shortest women you'll ever meet, but you REALLY don't wanna get into a fight with her. Anyway, I guess the point I am making is that I just don't think that whether I dress sexy (which I don't do that often anyway) or not makes me a feminist. I don't believe in the stereotype that feminists have to run around in baggy pants and baggy shirts and act and dress as much like a man as one can... because, after all, we ARE women... and part of being a feminist, I think, is to be proud of that. To be proud of what makes you different from men. And to enjoy all the things you can do BECAUSE you are a woman. I also, btw, don't believe that women should have a CS major, and all I ask for is that I get the same chance as any man applyig for the same position. Of course I realize that at the moment the scale is somewhat weighted in the favor of women going into the sciences, but once you get there, you still have people to convince that you are just as worthy as any man to be where you are. I firmly believe that everyone, man or woman, can do what they set their mind to do. And I have done my share of male bashing.... but as we all know, I couldn't live without them. So, what makes a feminist? I consider myself a feminist... but I don't agree that that necessarily means that we have to hide our sexuality. Most women I know need to feel wanted/desired... and what's wrong with that? Don't most men (except for the ones that think that they're god's gift to women... yuck!)? Is there really anything wrong with wanting to be admired? And I don't mean that there's nothing wrong with someone who has never met you staring at your breasts the entire time he's talking to you... THAT's making a woman into a sex object, and THAT I don't approve of. But I think there's a difference between a stranger and your boyfriend... or even the boy you're trying to attract. Guys do other things, and that's what girls do. Anyway, this entry has been way too long. Let me know your thoughts, guys :) |
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