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I've been stewing over an article for about two days. I was going to let it go with minimal comment and just bask in the eloquence and outrage of [ profile] xica_s and Jen Lancaster. But like I said, we're in Day Two Stew, so I'm going to go ahead and vent.

As loathe as I am to give more attention to this useless piece of drivel, I realize that you might want to see what made me all ranty. You can read it here.

First of all, I am not an advocate of being fat. Let me clarify - I am not an advocate of my being fat. Other people can do what they want with their bodies. I know that obesity greatly increases the risk of heart disease, cancer, and diabetes, all three of which run in my immediate family. So remaining at my current weight would pretty much guarantee their presence in my future. I know that the more I weigh, the less energy and more depression I have. Also, I live in Texas, so it's not like I need it for warmth. This is how my excess weight affects me. It's not doing me any favors.

This, however, is how my excess weight does NOT affect me:

1. It does not make me less capable or deserving of love, nor does it negate my right to express or receive love.
2. It does not make me stupid or ignorant.
3. It does not mean that I am lazy.

I know what it takes for me to lose weight. If I run 7-8 hours a week and eat a mostly vegan diet, the weight flies off me at a rate of 2-3 pounds a week. I can lose one pant size a month. The problem is that I have to run 7-8 hours a week and eat a mostly vegan diet to accomplish this. Add meat or cheese to the mix more than once every few days or park it on the couch for two days in a row, and I can just forget it - that bulk isn't budging. I'm not trying to make excuses, because even though I know what I need to do to meet my goals, I often fall short of this plan, and I take full responsibility for that. I'm just saying that for me (and for most people, particularly women), losing weight is a wee bit more complicated than just adding extra fiber. In fact, given her simplistic advice, I'd be willing to bet that even on a bad week, when I'm barely maintaining my weight, I probably still eat a healthier diet and exercise more than she does. Who's lazy now?

You know what? Let this little twit run alongside me at White Rock in December, and we'll see who lasts longer. I'd put my fitness and endurance levels up against hers any day.

Anyway, if you buy Marie Claire and found the article offensive, maybe vote with your dollar and don't buy it any more.
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To be fair, I will start out this post by saying that I really like my students this semester. They are interested and interesting and they do their work and come to class and don't offer lame excuses when they don't, for the most part. They have also been quite understanding with the upheaval in the schedule that various factors have rendered necessary.

But now they are doing their last group project, which is an interview. And most of the groups are doing ok. But one group is on my nerve. It seems that there is a guy that has pretty much taken on the project by himself. He stayed late to complain to me about how the rest of them never do anything. I listened as objectively as I could, but I have seen the group work together. He came to the first meeting for this assignment with everything already planned for a topic that none of the rest of them knew anything about. The choice he left them was to say, "I don't think that's a good idea for our group," (which is totally what I would have done) and wasted all the time he spent or to go along with it and not be able to contribute that much. So when he said that he was tired of doing everything, I responded by suggesting that perhaps a good way not to get stuck doing everything would be to, well, not do everything. To choose a topic that they could all agree on and work equally on. Hell, even to choose a topic together.

He didn't like it. He got a little huffy with me, actually, which, as you all know, goes over so very well with me. He said, "When I was in high school (flub #1), I learned - and my parents agreed (flub #2) - that if I wanted anything done well, I had to do it myself." Then he ranted and whined at me about how they should be able to go with any topic he gave them. So basically, he wants them to accept his doing all the work but also to do some of it so that he doesn't have to do it. I'm not sure that I ended up understanding what it is he wanted, because it all seemed very irrational.

Student - if you don't want to be the one doing all the work, then maybe leave some work for the others to do. If you don't, you forfeit your right to complain about it. I empathize with your bad past experiences working with groups - we've all had nightmarish group issues. But you need to realize that those things are, indeed, in the past and the current group you are with is not exhibiting the behavior that you are projecting onto each of them. They seem very frustrated that there is nothing for them to do but try to make sense of this job market that they know nothing about. They don't want to coast through any more than you want them to. So leave high school in high school - this is a different animal. I'm sorry that your teachers and parents were such enablers to allow you to carry the whole burden of group projects on yourself, but that's not going to fly here. This is a college course in communication, which includes learning to work better in teams. In my class, when I say "group project," that is what I damn well mean. The process is just as important as the product. If what you produce isn't the result of a group effort, I don't see any reason that I am obligated to give you a grade on the assignment. And in a real interview situation, no one is going to care nearly as much about what you know or how efficient you can be at the technical aspect of your job if you come off as an arrogant jackass. No one wants to hire the snotty know-it-all because no one wants to work with the snotty know-it-all. That is something you need to overcome, and there are people in your group that can teach you to do so if you will just UNCLENCH and let them.
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No parents. I mean, they have parents, but the parents aren't directly involved. They can't be - the students are legally adults. It would be illegal to discuss anything regarding their education, grades or discipline with the parents. I am blissfully immune from having to deal with parents at all.

Until I'm sitting on the bicycle at the gym next to a couple of mothers.

I had just started pedaling when two mothers of preschoolers started complaining about their daycare teachers and how unfair they were to their precious children. One of them just couldn't understand why her daughter would get reprimanded for "spazzing out" for a little while, arguing that maybe that's just what she needed to do. The other one totally agreed. She advised the mother to suggest to the teacher ways that she could better engage her child (I may have not been able to suppress a quiet snort at this point). The mother doubted that the teacher would take her seriously, and the other one sarcastically retorted, "Well, of course not. What would we know, with our almost Masters degrees in counseling?"

Now I understand that love can make a person crazy and irrational, but are they serious? I know that her daughter is the center of her universe, but that doesn't actually make her the center of the whole universe. What is that teacher supposed to do with the other fifteen three-year-olds while her daughter is taking her special personal moment to spazz out? How would her allowing that behavior be fair to them (not to mention how would she keep from slitting her wrists when they all decided that they wanted to spazz out at the same time)? And, even worse, what a horrible message to send to her own daughter, that she is entitled to act like she is more important than everybody else. I literally had to bite my tongue not to pop off with something tacky like, "Well, with my actual Masters degree (which, truth be told, is basically useless when staring into the big puppy eyes of a two-year-old who has just had her third potty accident of the day and is sooo sad about it - if that doesn't melt your heart, then you just don't have one) and fourteen years of teaching experience (including three harrowing years in daycare with sweet toddlers and their nutty parents), maybe what you ought to try is actually supporting your child's teacher and seeing how that works out. If you have concerns, show her enough respect to schedule a private meeting with her in which you talk about said concerns and also listen to any concerns that she might have. Because you're absolutely right about one thing - your child is bright. And she looks up to you and (just like you, apparently) thinks you know everything. She pays attention to you, and it is really difficult for her to excel under a teacher to whom Mom shows such blatant disrespect. So as long as you continue to do so, you are crippling her education."

*breathes into paper bag*

Luckily, there's a 30-minute limit on the cardio machines at the gym, so I didn't have to bite my tongue for long. And Maggie got an earful, which she listened to sweetly and supportively. I also noticed that I burned 45 more calories than I normally do. Angst makes me pedal faster. Maybe I should get riled up more often. Maybe calm is overrated. :)
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Dear Victoria's Secret Employee-in-Training,

I know you're new here. So let me explain something.

I visit your store at least once a month. I also work a desk job where I can spend a lot of time on the VS website. And you look about 18, which means that I've been a faithful customer of your company since you were in kindergarten. So I don't really need a lot of assistance from you.

What I do need is for you to listen to me when I smile, appreciative of the polite acknowledgment that you gave me when I walked in the door, and say, "No thanks - I'm just looking." Just step back, let me do my thing, and keep an eye out for when I do find something so that you can swoop in like a superhero and do that whisk-everything-I'm-holding-away-to-the-cash-register-so-that-I-don't-have-to-be-bothered-carrying-it thing that I love so much.

What I do NOT need is for you to help me find the style or size I want. I have so much VS underwear at home that I could probably go two months and never wear the same pair twice. I know the company and the product - I know what I like, and I know what fits. Do not - I repeat - DO NOT look me up and down, raise one eyebrow, and say, "Maybe we should try a different size."

Unless, of course, by "different size" you mean a smaller one. Because, although I will politely decline the suggestion and buy the size that I know actually fits, I must confess that, when I am in the mood to spend money, kissing my ass will get you everywhere. That small dose of flattery, empty as you and I know it to be, can really up your commission.

But right now, I wouldn't so much as buy lip gloss from you, thanks to your lackluster customer service. So here's hoping that you've learned your lesson. Maybe next month you'll do better.



*sheepish look; shuffling feet*

I'm here. I have neglected the returning of phone calls, canceled dinner plans, and generally been a royal flake. This semester is kicking my ass.

As far as lj goes, I've been lurking sporadically, but I've not really had much to say. I did take a break from running around like a chicken with its head cut off to go to the arts and jazz festival this weekend, where I bought a really nifty hair ornament (ornament for the hair, not made of hair - just wanted to clarify), I stood in line for an eternity to wait for fried pickles, I listened to Brave Combo, and it was decided that I need to marry a man who dances. I can accept that.

My last Tuesday/Thursday class met yesterday. I know that I still have to meet for finals and finish grades, but the end-of-school euphoria (and subsequent impending slothdom) is already setting in. I have never been so ready for summer in my life.


Yay House! As much as I love that show, I just don't have anything to say about it usually.

Gilmore Girls, on the other hand... )

Not quite sure how I feel about this...but ok.

Which Western feminist icon are you?

You are Angela Davis! You were the THIRD WOMYN IN HISTORY to appear on the FBI's Most Wanted List. You are a communinist, black power-lovin' lady who shook up the United States when you refused to lie down quietly to oppression. You WENT TO JAIL! Wow. You kick so much more ass than Foxxy Brown.
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