Thursday, February 8, 2007

"Boys will be boys" is an ignorant saying

Yes, it's true folks. I had dinner tonight at a Mexican restaurant with my parents and I was musically assaulted by a mariachi band. Naturally, since I speak spanish and my parents don't, the mariachi guitar player singled me out and asked us to pick a song... my mom requested 'spanish eyes' so I told him and they proceeded to gather around our booth and play the trumpet loudly in my ear. It was all I could do not to laugh. But to my credit, I didn't. Since I was deaf afterwards, however, it did produce interesting confusion in my conversation with the waiter.

So I haven't posted in over a week. This is not because I had nothing to type about, because I can type about random things for days on end... it's because our computer which is less than 3 months old just died! The nice repair man came today and whipped it into shape, giving it a very severe scolding and threatening it's hard drive should it ever do it again. Well, actually I did that, but the repair man did fix it and recovered all our data. Yay for Carolina-educated pc repair men. Oh, and the reason why everyone I talked to on the helpline sounded indian is because they were... apparently all major computer help centers are in Bombay. I'd like to go to Bombay, but not to see the help center.

I think, in the past two days, I have talked to almost all the special people in my life (I said ALMOST)... Katie, Jen, Taymo, Melissa and Erin, all in the space of a few days. That's been a nice bonus to my week, especially since all my weekend plans just got rearranged. Ah well, I have a test tuesday and that will give me time to prepare, I think. Mr. Barnhill gave us so much encouragement today by saying if we couldn't answer the essay questions we should just leave and go get a drop form. I'm not intimidated. He also said the best marriage counseling was for wives to have their husbands watch 'Fatal Attraction' once about every two years. I think he's onto something.

Mr. B also brought up another interesting point, and some women may really disagree. I mean, even I to some degree want to disagree because I've been hurt, but in truth I do agree with him. We have this concept that men are naturally 'dogs' (I don't think this is fair to dogs, who are noble and loyal creatures) a.k.a they are dirty, cheating, unworthy creatures who can't control themselves. Women on the other hand, can and are expected to control themselves... hence we know when people have an affair it is the womans fault because the man couldn't help himself. I think if, as women, we buy into this idea... we hurt ourselves. First, we do little to support our own sex and that has to end. Secondly, that's just garbage. If we make the assumption that all men are dogs... we are actually giving them permission to be dogs, because if we tell them 'oh you can't help it' that gives them a license to get away with anything. Deep down, man, like woman, is created in God's image, and fallen or not, they have just as much potential as women to be good or bad, controlled or uncontrolled, etc. I'm not arguing that there is no difference between men and women... I think there is (yes, Sheryl, my women's studies prof, I think there are innate differences between men and women beyond the biological), but this sort of thing is just ridiculous. I believe and I hope that there ARE good guys are there who are loyal, affectionate, hard working and honest. Despite everything boys, you still have my vote of confidance.

People keep asking me 'how's life is Supply?' I say 'Wait, what? There's life in Supply?' :) It's not actually that bad. I found a cool book today, a poetry anthology, in the library and that counts for something. I'll end with a quote from a Yeats poem included in the anthology:

"I must lie down where all the ladders start, in the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart." - Yeats

2 comments:

Katie Schwing said...

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and that's a lovely quote. i'll return your e-mail soon. :)

Heather said...

Love the Yeats quote, you're after my own heart with the poetry anthology, dear. Miss you!