I am not amused

Dear boys that were working in the Library Cafe thing while I was buying my cherry coke yesterday:

I know I was not a part of your conversation, but you were talking so loudly and making eye contact with me that I assume you were aware I was listening.  Just in case my cold body language and piercing eye lasers didn’t get across my opinion (which would not surprise me, because I have a sneaking suspicion that I just looked kind of glazed over with a slight smile– my blood sugar was low), here is what I was thinking:

“Pick-up lines that suggest you are about to rape or sexually assault a woman  are neither a turn-on nor funny, so I would suggest that ‘no, you shouldn’t use that one in the bars tonight.’ Now I think a lot of inappropriate things are funny, and I’m sure Southpark could find a way to make me laugh about it.  But not you boys–you boys I am disappointed with. And I hope you never get laid.  And please refill the box of cowtails.” 

I wish I had said that aloud to you guys, but I didn’t. Instead I got all flustered and dropped my quarters into the basket of gum.  I hate that I allowed you to fluster me.  I also hate how I feel afraid every time I walk home after my night classes or a drink with my friends. Your lame joke was not even aimed at me, but you still managed to break down my self-worth just a little bit.  That sucks.  For you and for me. I promise to be more confident next time and tell you exactly how I feel.  

I think I shall go on a feminist binge now: 
Bust
Bitch
Ms.
feminist.com

I am Woman.
amberj.

Exposed Feelings

Check this site out!  http://www.wefeelfine.org/wefeelfine_pc.html 

I just just just discovered this.  Short story long: Lindsay had texted me the  classic “call me” while I was in class (over two hours talking about The Golden Compass–I love library school), so when I called her back this is basically how our conversation went–totally paraphrased:

Lindsay: Your bridesmaid dress is in!  Wanna go pick it up?
Me:  Yes!  are you done with class already?
Lindsay: Have you read the blog yet?
Me: um, no.
Lindsay:  (heavy sigh) uh, I wrote all about it there.
Me: what happened?
Lindsay: Well (cuts herself off)–you can just read it.
Me: yup–are you at home now?
Lindsay: No, I’m –that’s on the blog, too.
Me: ok, I’ll go read the blog.  see you later!

So the blog has officially become our new facebook wall– I just love putting off instant communication so I can consume it later and by a different media.   It is similiar to how I record things on DVR that I could easier watch while they are on, but I prefer to tape them so I have the opportunity to watch another show that I don’t enjoy as much.

Anyway, so I read the Blog (Oh, Lindsay!) and then I checked our blog stats (I have a feeling I will become obsessed with that) and I was shocked to find out that someone has actually looked our blog already AND that they were linked there from another site!  ta da! http://www.wefeelfine.org/wefeelfine_pc.html  All of Lindsay’s intense feelings of frustrations ended up in the swarm of colorful dots on the We Feel Fine site and someone must have actually clicked on one.  Do you know what this means??? Lindsay’s feelings are famous!!!! or not. 

But I assume it does mean that someone created a webcrawler to search the atmosphere of blogs for the word “feel” and whatnot–that is the interesting kicker–these people are not submitting feelings for the deliberate purpose of the We Feel Fine site–We are getting a range of emotions from people who have a blog for just family and friends, people who blog for a living, people who blog anonymously, etc etc.  I love it! so I won’t think about ethical issues right now (like how private names do not seem to be excluded).  This is my new source of that “I’m-so-small-in-the-world/I-am-the-world/happy/sad” feeling like I get when I visit www.postsecret.com or um, nature.  And I must admit I will be quite tempted to use the word “feel” in every post I write…