It's a known fact that most video games are targeted at the male species, often depicting kick-ass muscle men characters, or big-breasted women with bad attitudes. It seems that for the longest time video game companies just couldn't get it right for women. Sure, women can enjoy the blow 'em all up, run-from-the-cops stuff, but sometimes those kinds of games just aren't satisfying.
Now we have the Nintendo Wii. I won't say that Nintendo was the first game company to realize the potential in women video-gamers, but I have to admit that I think they took a really good stand by releasing the cute games available for Gamecube and Gameboy. The Wii was the next big step, releasing fitness games, cute adventures, puzzle games, etc. It really gives women a chance to get into some video-gaming fun.
I love it.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
The Dark before the Dawn
The sight of blood has a strange effect on people. It can make a person pale to the colour of a full moon, or grimace in a way that would make a pirate proud.
The latter reaction was probably my own as I sat on the rickety front step of my porch. Travis, a friend from a few years back, was slowly lumbering toward me, his wild orange hair offset by a decorative streak of blood across his cheek. One eye looked like it had made friends with a flying hockey puck, and his lip was split right down the middle.
“What the heck happened to you?” I asked, even though I didn’t need to; it was always the same story.
Travis grunted, which was the usual response, as he sat down beside me. He clasped his big hands together and stared at them for an eternity, as all the while red blood continued to ooze from the cut on his cheek and coagulate as it hit the air. I went for a damp cloth and pressed it against the wound. Travis winced, but didn’t complain.
After a loaded silence, I said quietly, “You need to report those guys. People like Joe and Craig will bully you into the ground if you don’t do something to stop them.” I searched Travis’ face for any sign that he was listening, but his good eye didn’t even shift. I sighed. “Travis – “
“Stop. Just stop, okay?” Travis leapt to his feet, his face flushed to the colour of his hair. “You know damn well that the police don’t help queers. They just want to drink coffee and eat donuts all day…”
“Travis…”
“And,” he continued, seemingly not having heard me, “they are just as messed up and ruthless as Joe and Craig.”
“Travis!” I exclaimed. “You are being just as discriminatory as people are to you.”
My friend fell into a moody silence and looked at the ground. A slight pulse had formed in his neck, and I knew that he was struggling to keep control. The beauty of the sunshine and warm green grass were lost in a cloudy world of gray for him.
Travis and I had been friends since a little after high school, but I knew his story. He had been an outgoing kid, and loved to play sports. He’d been athletic and likeable, and girls competed for attention that he would never bestow upon them. One day, he had asked his parents for some money, because he wanted to buy flowers for someone whom he really liked. His parents, relieved that their son had finally started to show an interest in someone, had lent him the money.
A few days went by before Travis’ parents received a phone call from Travis’ school. The principal called to say that Travis had been in a fight but would not disclose the details over the phone, and asked that Travis’ parents go to the school immediately.
Travis was already sitting in the waiting area when his parents arrived, and he couldn’t bear to look up at them or answer any of their questions. His parents were taken into the office first and seemed an eternity before Travis was called in. Upon entry his father wouldn’t look at him, and his mother’s eyes were filled with pools of dreadful tears. The principal sat solemnly, his fingers interlaced and his mouth set in a straight line. For a long moment, there was no sound apart from a ticking clock that was hidden somewhere in the cluttered room.
Tick tock.
“Travis,” his mother started in a shaky voice, but found herself unable to continue.
Tick tock.
“Is there something that you would like to tell your parents, son?” the principal asked.
Tick tock.
“No.”
Tick Tock.
“Are you a queer?” his father demanded.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Now nearly shouting, “Are-you-a-“
“No!” Travis yelled, and jumped to his feet. “I don’t know! Everything is so messed up… I don’t know.”
Travis’ father stood, then, and pointed a shaky finger in his son’s face. “I will not have a queer living under my roof!”
“Mr. Sampson,” the principal tried to intervene, but Travis had already bolted into the dark depths of anger. His face flushed and his gray eyes flashed.
“You won’t have to worry about it,” he sneered.
Travis stormed from the office and didn’t look back, even at the sound of his mother’s pleading voice.
Travis and I had met on a rainy afternoon days later, when we both took cover under a very small awning. He had looked deeply fatigued and his cheeks were sallow, as if he hadn’t eaten or slept in a few days. His smile, however, was just as charming as ever and he was very amiable. I noticed the telltale signs of swelling in his left cheek and cuts on his knuckles that told me that he’d been fighting not long ago.
Travis and I had struck up a quick friendship, and I soon learned of his personal plight from childhood and entering into adulthood. I was horrified to learn of the harsh and cruel discrimination that he faced from his parents, so-called friends, and even strangers. He said that he felt like he took a heavy stigma everywhere he went, and that even strangers glared at him as he walked down the street. Travis was full of bitterness and confusion, but he didn’t want consolation; he wanted acceptance and understanding. I didn’t try to tell him that no one would know that he was gay unless he told them, because he didn’t care; in his eyes, he was an outcast and a piece of trash that people spat on.
That day on the porch was the day that Travis decided that he was going to go home to make peace with his parents. He stood up in a way that showed that he’d taken a few hits to his ribs, but his face was set determinedly and his eyes glittered in a way that they only did when he was on a mission. I smiled my encouragement at him before he turned and walked away, but I had never imagined that that would be the last day that I would ever talk to Travis Sampson.
The day of the funeral didn’t seem fitting for such an occasion; when it should have been dark and dreary, it was bright and warm. Sunlight glinted off the neighbouring gravestones and danced on the swaying green grass of the cemetery. In the distance, a man leaned against a back-hoe as he inhaled puffs of cigarette smoke and waited for the funeral to end so that he could start the true burial. It all seemed surreal.
I tried not to pay much attention to him as I looked down at the coffin that held my dearest friend. The flowers that I clasped my hands seemed to wilt with each passing minute, but I couldn’t bear to let them go; to put them on the coffin and admit that Travis had truly taken his own life. Sweet, funny Travis.
My reverie was broken by the sound of someone clearing his throat. Not many people had attended the funeral, and I didn’t know a single person who lingered nearby.
“Leigh?” a voice inquired.
I turned to look at the speaker and squinted through blurry, bloodshot eyes. My heart jack hammered when I saw who had spoken.
“Hello, Joe,” I replied coolly, and fought to keep my hatred from slapping him across his boyish face.
“Hey,” he responded awkwardly. Silence, and then, “I’m sorry about Travis. I’m so, so sorry. I – I have something, and I don’t feel like I deserve to keep it. I thought that y – you would be the right person to give this to.” He held out a folded piece of paper with a trembling hand, and I saw that he was fighting back tears. I took the paper from him, and just as quickly he turned and walked away. I watched him for a confused moment before I looked down at the paper and unfolded it. A dried flower dropped into my hand.
“Joe,” it read, “I know that we’ve only known about each other for a short while,
but I feel like I really know you and can tell you anything. I understand that you’re
uncomfortable with telling anyone about us for now, but I hope that will change as we
really get to know each other. People will learn to accept us for who we are, and not for
our sexuality.
I’ll wait for you.
All my heart,
Travis
Tears flowed freely then, and I briefly brought the piece of paper to my lips before I carefully placed it atop the casket with the dried flower folded inside.
“He really did care,” I whispered. “Take this as proof, and rest in peace.”
The latter reaction was probably my own as I sat on the rickety front step of my porch. Travis, a friend from a few years back, was slowly lumbering toward me, his wild orange hair offset by a decorative streak of blood across his cheek. One eye looked like it had made friends with a flying hockey puck, and his lip was split right down the middle.
“What the heck happened to you?” I asked, even though I didn’t need to; it was always the same story.
Travis grunted, which was the usual response, as he sat down beside me. He clasped his big hands together and stared at them for an eternity, as all the while red blood continued to ooze from the cut on his cheek and coagulate as it hit the air. I went for a damp cloth and pressed it against the wound. Travis winced, but didn’t complain.
After a loaded silence, I said quietly, “You need to report those guys. People like Joe and Craig will bully you into the ground if you don’t do something to stop them.” I searched Travis’ face for any sign that he was listening, but his good eye didn’t even shift. I sighed. “Travis – “
“Stop. Just stop, okay?” Travis leapt to his feet, his face flushed to the colour of his hair. “You know damn well that the police don’t help queers. They just want to drink coffee and eat donuts all day…”
“Travis…”
“And,” he continued, seemingly not having heard me, “they are just as messed up and ruthless as Joe and Craig.”
“Travis!” I exclaimed. “You are being just as discriminatory as people are to you.”
My friend fell into a moody silence and looked at the ground. A slight pulse had formed in his neck, and I knew that he was struggling to keep control. The beauty of the sunshine and warm green grass were lost in a cloudy world of gray for him.
Travis and I had been friends since a little after high school, but I knew his story. He had been an outgoing kid, and loved to play sports. He’d been athletic and likeable, and girls competed for attention that he would never bestow upon them. One day, he had asked his parents for some money, because he wanted to buy flowers for someone whom he really liked. His parents, relieved that their son had finally started to show an interest in someone, had lent him the money.
A few days went by before Travis’ parents received a phone call from Travis’ school. The principal called to say that Travis had been in a fight but would not disclose the details over the phone, and asked that Travis’ parents go to the school immediately.
Travis was already sitting in the waiting area when his parents arrived, and he couldn’t bear to look up at them or answer any of their questions. His parents were taken into the office first and seemed an eternity before Travis was called in. Upon entry his father wouldn’t look at him, and his mother’s eyes were filled with pools of dreadful tears. The principal sat solemnly, his fingers interlaced and his mouth set in a straight line. For a long moment, there was no sound apart from a ticking clock that was hidden somewhere in the cluttered room.
Tick tock.
“Travis,” his mother started in a shaky voice, but found herself unable to continue.
Tick tock.
“Is there something that you would like to tell your parents, son?” the principal asked.
Tick tock.
“No.”
Tick Tock.
“Are you a queer?” his father demanded.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Now nearly shouting, “Are-you-a-“
“No!” Travis yelled, and jumped to his feet. “I don’t know! Everything is so messed up… I don’t know.”
Travis’ father stood, then, and pointed a shaky finger in his son’s face. “I will not have a queer living under my roof!”
“Mr. Sampson,” the principal tried to intervene, but Travis had already bolted into the dark depths of anger. His face flushed and his gray eyes flashed.
“You won’t have to worry about it,” he sneered.
Travis stormed from the office and didn’t look back, even at the sound of his mother’s pleading voice.
Travis and I had met on a rainy afternoon days later, when we both took cover under a very small awning. He had looked deeply fatigued and his cheeks were sallow, as if he hadn’t eaten or slept in a few days. His smile, however, was just as charming as ever and he was very amiable. I noticed the telltale signs of swelling in his left cheek and cuts on his knuckles that told me that he’d been fighting not long ago.
Travis and I had struck up a quick friendship, and I soon learned of his personal plight from childhood and entering into adulthood. I was horrified to learn of the harsh and cruel discrimination that he faced from his parents, so-called friends, and even strangers. He said that he felt like he took a heavy stigma everywhere he went, and that even strangers glared at him as he walked down the street. Travis was full of bitterness and confusion, but he didn’t want consolation; he wanted acceptance and understanding. I didn’t try to tell him that no one would know that he was gay unless he told them, because he didn’t care; in his eyes, he was an outcast and a piece of trash that people spat on.
That day on the porch was the day that Travis decided that he was going to go home to make peace with his parents. He stood up in a way that showed that he’d taken a few hits to his ribs, but his face was set determinedly and his eyes glittered in a way that they only did when he was on a mission. I smiled my encouragement at him before he turned and walked away, but I had never imagined that that would be the last day that I would ever talk to Travis Sampson.
The day of the funeral didn’t seem fitting for such an occasion; when it should have been dark and dreary, it was bright and warm. Sunlight glinted off the neighbouring gravestones and danced on the swaying green grass of the cemetery. In the distance, a man leaned against a back-hoe as he inhaled puffs of cigarette smoke and waited for the funeral to end so that he could start the true burial. It all seemed surreal.
I tried not to pay much attention to him as I looked down at the coffin that held my dearest friend. The flowers that I clasped my hands seemed to wilt with each passing minute, but I couldn’t bear to let them go; to put them on the coffin and admit that Travis had truly taken his own life. Sweet, funny Travis.
My reverie was broken by the sound of someone clearing his throat. Not many people had attended the funeral, and I didn’t know a single person who lingered nearby.
“Leigh?” a voice inquired.
I turned to look at the speaker and squinted through blurry, bloodshot eyes. My heart jack hammered when I saw who had spoken.
“Hello, Joe,” I replied coolly, and fought to keep my hatred from slapping him across his boyish face.
“Hey,” he responded awkwardly. Silence, and then, “I’m sorry about Travis. I’m so, so sorry. I – I have something, and I don’t feel like I deserve to keep it. I thought that y – you would be the right person to give this to.” He held out a folded piece of paper with a trembling hand, and I saw that he was fighting back tears. I took the paper from him, and just as quickly he turned and walked away. I watched him for a confused moment before I looked down at the paper and unfolded it. A dried flower dropped into my hand.
“Joe,” it read, “I know that we’ve only known about each other for a short while,
but I feel like I really know you and can tell you anything. I understand that you’re
uncomfortable with telling anyone about us for now, but I hope that will change as we
really get to know each other. People will learn to accept us for who we are, and not for
our sexuality.
I’ll wait for you.
All my heart,
Travis
Tears flowed freely then, and I briefly brought the piece of paper to my lips before I carefully placed it atop the casket with the dried flower folded inside.
“He really did care,” I whispered. “Take this as proof, and rest in peace.”
Writing, Writing, Writing
Please accept my apologies for not having posted for a long time. I've been swamped between school, work, and trying to finish my novel.
Next month I have to attend an award ceremony that will be addressing a piece that I wrote on diversity. I had submitted a short story that was based on a friend of mine, Travis, who was gay and ultimately ended up killing himself due to the lack of acceptance that he faced from society. A lot of short stories and articles that I've written have been based around Travis' story, because I feel that there is something to be shared from his experiences. I believe in human cohesiveness, and I don't believe that anyone should be discriminated against because of who they love. How does that even make any sense?
Well, let's not get into this argument.
Anyway, I'm just going to post the story that I wrote on here. It might be worth sharing. :)
Next month I have to attend an award ceremony that will be addressing a piece that I wrote on diversity. I had submitted a short story that was based on a friend of mine, Travis, who was gay and ultimately ended up killing himself due to the lack of acceptance that he faced from society. A lot of short stories and articles that I've written have been based around Travis' story, because I feel that there is something to be shared from his experiences. I believe in human cohesiveness, and I don't believe that anyone should be discriminated against because of who they love. How does that even make any sense?
Well, let's not get into this argument.
Anyway, I'm just going to post the story that I wrote on here. It might be worth sharing. :)
Friday, September 25, 2009
Women in the Workplace - Equal Opportunity
There is a lot of talk nowadays regarding equality for women in the workplace. I got to thinking about all the stories that I'd heard about the race for equality simply due to a piece of machinery that I was working with today. The machine is called HMI (Human Machine Interfacing). Prior to being called HMI, the machine was known as MMI (Man Machine Interfacing).
Is it seriously such a huge deal to be so politically correct that even a machine has to have its name changed? Good grief.
So what about equality for women in the workplace?
Just today I was having this conversation with another girl in my class (my class is predominantly male). This girl and I were talking about what our luck would be with finding employment in our field once we're done school, and we both thought that we might have a bit of an upper hand due to equal opportunity. We're in the industrial electronics field, which of course is a male dominated market.
The conversation, however, quickly led off into another direction regarding a man's ability for some jobs over what a woman could do. An example, provided by my classmate, was firemen. A lot of upper body strength is required to be a fireman, and to speak honestly, most women would not be able to do the job simply due to physical restrictions.
It's not prejudice; it's a fact.
On this same line of thought, there are jobs that women do much better than men. It's been shown that women tend to have more dexterity and steadier hands than most men, which makes it easier and more efficient for women to do jobs like electronic soldering. Women also tend to use a more emotional face when dealing with people, which can make them great as nurses.
So going back to the whole equality issue, would it be easier for a woman to find a job in a male dominated field, or would it actually be more difficult? I suppose this all depends on exactly what field it is, and what sort of requirements are present. There tends to be a lot of resentment toward minority groups in the workplace, so maybe scoring the job wouldn't even be the difficult part; the hard part might be living with it.
Is it seriously such a huge deal to be so politically correct that even a machine has to have its name changed? Good grief.
So what about equality for women in the workplace?
Just today I was having this conversation with another girl in my class (my class is predominantly male). This girl and I were talking about what our luck would be with finding employment in our field once we're done school, and we both thought that we might have a bit of an upper hand due to equal opportunity. We're in the industrial electronics field, which of course is a male dominated market.
The conversation, however, quickly led off into another direction regarding a man's ability for some jobs over what a woman could do. An example, provided by my classmate, was firemen. A lot of upper body strength is required to be a fireman, and to speak honestly, most women would not be able to do the job simply due to physical restrictions.
It's not prejudice; it's a fact.
On this same line of thought, there are jobs that women do much better than men. It's been shown that women tend to have more dexterity and steadier hands than most men, which makes it easier and more efficient for women to do jobs like electronic soldering. Women also tend to use a more emotional face when dealing with people, which can make them great as nurses.
So going back to the whole equality issue, would it be easier for a woman to find a job in a male dominated field, or would it actually be more difficult? I suppose this all depends on exactly what field it is, and what sort of requirements are present. There tends to be a lot of resentment toward minority groups in the workplace, so maybe scoring the job wouldn't even be the difficult part; the hard part might be living with it.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Twilight Saga
I am a pretty avid reader, but unfortunately I don't really take a lot of time to sit and discuss the books that I read with other people. One reason for this is because I don't really know anyone else who reads a lot, and although I realize that I could find a discussion forum online, it's just not the same as having an immediate conversation. Another reason is that I don't really want to hear nothing but the other person's opinion on the book. I have talked to so many people about other subjects (obviously), and somehow the conversation always ends up getting domineered by the other person's opinions. Perhaps I am not assertive enough; something that my fiancé would say is impossible.
Anyway, onward and beyond, I suppose.
Lately I've been reading the Twilight saga, because my boss recommended the books to me and said that I just had to read them. I had already seen the first movie, which I didn't find very impressive at all, so I didn't really have any high hopes for the books.
Here's a quick synopsis of my opinion so far:
Twilight - Good, fun read. Has that romantic excitement that just about every woman loves, even if it is a bit adolescent. The actual writing is not so great, but the story is good.
New Moon - Wonderful expression of the terrible emotional pain that comes with break-ups and abandonment. I could really feel a whole mix of emotions throughout the book. The main character is a bit too clueless at times, but like I said, the actual writing isn't all that great.
Eclipse - Having a tough time with this one... It's like the main character was head over heels for the vampire in the other two books, and now suddenly he's like her father figure or something. The vampire controls the main character, the main character spends lots of time resenting him, and after all her claims of undying love, she won't marry him...
Erm... yeah.
I haven't finished Eclipse yet, but I'll give more of my happy little opinions when I do. It's taking me longer to get through it than it took for the first two books, but I think it's because the story is getting tired at this point. There's nothing really happening, and it seems that it just runs in circles forever. Perhaps I just haven't gotten to the heart of the book yet... I'll keep plodding on and hope that something good comes out of it.
Feel free to share any of your opinions if you have read these books!
Anyway, onward and beyond, I suppose.
Lately I've been reading the Twilight saga, because my boss recommended the books to me and said that I just had to read them. I had already seen the first movie, which I didn't find very impressive at all, so I didn't really have any high hopes for the books.
Here's a quick synopsis of my opinion so far:
Twilight - Good, fun read. Has that romantic excitement that just about every woman loves, even if it is a bit adolescent. The actual writing is not so great, but the story is good.
New Moon - Wonderful expression of the terrible emotional pain that comes with break-ups and abandonment. I could really feel a whole mix of emotions throughout the book. The main character is a bit too clueless at times, but like I said, the actual writing isn't all that great.
Eclipse - Having a tough time with this one... It's like the main character was head over heels for the vampire in the other two books, and now suddenly he's like her father figure or something. The vampire controls the main character, the main character spends lots of time resenting him, and after all her claims of undying love, she won't marry him...
Erm... yeah.
I haven't finished Eclipse yet, but I'll give more of my happy little opinions when I do. It's taking me longer to get through it than it took for the first two books, but I think it's because the story is getting tired at this point. There's nothing really happening, and it seems that it just runs in circles forever. Perhaps I just haven't gotten to the heart of the book yet... I'll keep plodding on and hope that something good comes out of it.
Feel free to share any of your opinions if you have read these books!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
My Sister's Keeper - A Book Review
I never felt compelled to read the book, even though I'd picked it up a number of times at the book store. The blurb on the back just didn't catch my attention, and I guess I didn't fully understand what it was supposed to be about. It wasn't until after my boss told me what the book was about that I decided that it might be worth the read, and so I went out and bought it.
Here's a quick synopsis of the story for you:
Twelve-year-old Anna has a sister, Kate (16), who is sick with a very rare form of leukemia (since age 4). Kate requires regular transplants in order to keep her alive. When Kate was first diagnosed it was found that none of her family members were compatible to be donors for her, and so her parents decided to go to a geneticist to engineer a baby that would be the perfect match for Kate; hence, Anna was born.
At age twelve, Anna decides that she doesn't want to be Kate's donor anymore. Well, perhaps that's bad phrasing - Anna wants to help Kate, but she wants to be medically emancipated to make her own decisions. The book is basically about the family's journey through some of the most difficult things that can happen to a family.
At first I found the book to be a bit confusing, because it changes between different people's points of view, and it's hard to follow when the characters are still new. After a while, however, I got used to the changing viewpoints and was able to really focus on the story. Despite the family dynamics being perhaps a little too elastic (meaning the parents way too understanding, some situations being way too easily solved, etc), I found the book to be very touching. It's difficult as the reader to not feel terrible for Kate, to not be confused by Anna, to not have some sort of relation to the parents with what they're facing. The book is filled with little pieces of stories and memories that each character possesses, and each story brings on a different viewpoint about all kinds of different situations.
The author, Jodi Picoult, has a deep understanding of the medical issues surrounding Kate (from her own personal experience), and is able to convey the emotions that accompany such an illness. She also introduces different twists and turns throughout the book that completely come together in the end, even when the reader least expects it.
I don't want to say much more for fear of ruining the story for someone else, but it really is a touching read if that kind of book is your thing. I suggest reading it when you have some privacy and a big box of tissues.
Here's a quick synopsis of the story for you:
Twelve-year-old Anna has a sister, Kate (16), who is sick with a very rare form of leukemia (since age 4). Kate requires regular transplants in order to keep her alive. When Kate was first diagnosed it was found that none of her family members were compatible to be donors for her, and so her parents decided to go to a geneticist to engineer a baby that would be the perfect match for Kate; hence, Anna was born.
At age twelve, Anna decides that she doesn't want to be Kate's donor anymore. Well, perhaps that's bad phrasing - Anna wants to help Kate, but she wants to be medically emancipated to make her own decisions. The book is basically about the family's journey through some of the most difficult things that can happen to a family.
At first I found the book to be a bit confusing, because it changes between different people's points of view, and it's hard to follow when the characters are still new. After a while, however, I got used to the changing viewpoints and was able to really focus on the story. Despite the family dynamics being perhaps a little too elastic (meaning the parents way too understanding, some situations being way too easily solved, etc), I found the book to be very touching. It's difficult as the reader to not feel terrible for Kate, to not be confused by Anna, to not have some sort of relation to the parents with what they're facing. The book is filled with little pieces of stories and memories that each character possesses, and each story brings on a different viewpoint about all kinds of different situations.
The author, Jodi Picoult, has a deep understanding of the medical issues surrounding Kate (from her own personal experience), and is able to convey the emotions that accompany such an illness. She also introduces different twists and turns throughout the book that completely come together in the end, even when the reader least expects it.
I don't want to say much more for fear of ruining the story for someone else, but it really is a touching read if that kind of book is your thing. I suggest reading it when you have some privacy and a big box of tissues.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Being a Biker Chick
My life is a strange mixture of experiences. For example, I am a robotics technician student whose passion in life is actually writing... but I work in a higher end clothing store about a year after I was a cable repair technician. Robotics student, writer, cable repair technician, retail girl... and biker.
The way I came to thinking about this was because while I was at work yesterday a woman came in wearing a Harley shirt. She had short, gelled hair, and I just had the craziest feeling that she wasn't just a woman who admires bikes, but actually a biker herself. Instantly I went up to her, hardly containing my excitement, and said, "Hi! Are you a biker?"
Just like that.
Her response? "You just scared the crap out of me. Yes, I am a biker."
So I said, "An actual biker? You own your own bike?"
Oh, yes, indeed she did, and a nice one, too. I'm not going to disclose all details here for the sake of privacy, but yes, she was an actual biker. After she and I had set to talking for a bit, I learned that she once had the exact same bike that I currently have! I bubbled with excitement that I had finally met a customer at work who admires nice clothes, but who also experienced some of the wilder things in life. It was fantastic!
When I ran to my boss to tell her of my discovery, she rolled her eyes.
I rarely ever meet other women who ride a motorcycle, so it was a pretty big bit of excitement for me. There are rallies and things here in the city where it's women bikers only, but I've never been able to attend such an event. Hopefully I will, someday.
The way I came to thinking about this was because while I was at work yesterday a woman came in wearing a Harley shirt. She had short, gelled hair, and I just had the craziest feeling that she wasn't just a woman who admires bikes, but actually a biker herself. Instantly I went up to her, hardly containing my excitement, and said, "Hi! Are you a biker?"
Just like that.
Her response? "You just scared the crap out of me. Yes, I am a biker."
So I said, "An actual biker? You own your own bike?"
Oh, yes, indeed she did, and a nice one, too. I'm not going to disclose all details here for the sake of privacy, but yes, she was an actual biker. After she and I had set to talking for a bit, I learned that she once had the exact same bike that I currently have! I bubbled with excitement that I had finally met a customer at work who admires nice clothes, but who also experienced some of the wilder things in life. It was fantastic!
When I ran to my boss to tell her of my discovery, she rolled her eyes.
I rarely ever meet other women who ride a motorcycle, so it was a pretty big bit of excitement for me. There are rallies and things here in the city where it's women bikers only, but I've never been able to attend such an event. Hopefully I will, someday.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Intimate Home Videos - A Good Idea?
There has forever been the question between couples about whether or not they should tape themselves in intimate situations. It could be exciting, thrilling, daring, and a real turn-on in the relationship; however, it could also be one disastrous event all at once.
Couples often make these videos without ever having any intention of letting it get out into the general world, but it does happen. Let's play with some scenarios on this issue.
Scenario 1: The Most Common Scenario
The couple breaks up and one, or both, of the now ex-partners seeks revenge. Suddenly the video is all over the internet and in the possession of each other's co-workers... Ugh.
Scenario 2: An Uncommon Scenario
Some jerk burglarizes your house and steals your videos. Wabam! It's on the internet.
Scenario 3: Risky Business
Your parents come to visit and think that they'd like to watch a video while you prepare dinner. Hello, embarrassment.
Scenario 4: Oops
You and your partner split up and start seeing other people, but for some odd reason you keep the video. The new partner decides to investigate your personal belongings and comes across... Well, you get the idea.
Scenario 5: *Snicker*
Your significant other thinks the video too hot to keep to him/herself, and so shows it to friends. Oh, dear lord.
If you're someone who doesn't care about other people seeing you in your most intimate moments with another human being, then by all means go for it... But if you're someone who really would care about a possible "leak" (no pun intended), then perhaps making videos is just not the thing for you.
Couples often make these videos without ever having any intention of letting it get out into the general world, but it does happen. Let's play with some scenarios on this issue.
Scenario 1: The Most Common Scenario
The couple breaks up and one, or both, of the now ex-partners seeks revenge. Suddenly the video is all over the internet and in the possession of each other's co-workers... Ugh.
Scenario 2: An Uncommon Scenario
Some jerk burglarizes your house and steals your videos. Wabam! It's on the internet.
Scenario 3: Risky Business
Your parents come to visit and think that they'd like to watch a video while you prepare dinner. Hello, embarrassment.
Scenario 4: Oops
You and your partner split up and start seeing other people, but for some odd reason you keep the video. The new partner decides to investigate your personal belongings and comes across... Well, you get the idea.
Scenario 5: *Snicker*
Your significant other thinks the video too hot to keep to him/herself, and so shows it to friends. Oh, dear lord.
If you're someone who doesn't care about other people seeing you in your most intimate moments with another human being, then by all means go for it... But if you're someone who really would care about a possible "leak" (no pun intended), then perhaps making videos is just not the thing for you.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Seven Myths About Your Period
Myth #1: Your period will always show up at the same time every month.
Most women have this figured out within the first few months of having a period, but it still raises some concerned voices from the younger crowd. No, your period will not show up at the exact same time every month, and sometimes it may not show up at all every once in a while if you are new to menstruating. Your period can be assisted in becoming regulated by taking birth control pills, which can also help in relieving severe cramps.
Myth #2: You can't swim while on your period.
This is a myth, as you can swim while on your period; however, you should take precautions before doing so. Your flow will slow down dramatically when you are immersed in water (or at least will usually slow dramatically unless you have a very heavy flow), so it is possible to swim while on your period. Some women use pads in the pool, which actually is not sanitary, nor is it useful because the pad becomes waterlogged and pointless. If you want to use some form of protection in the water, use a tampon. Beware when you get out of the water, though, because your flow could start right back up and make a mess down your legs.
Myth #3: You can't get pregnant when you're on your period.
I don't know who made this one up, but ladies, it's not true. You can very well get pregnant even when you're on your period.
Myth #4: You can take birth control pills with the intent of stopping your period.
This question has come up very often on a site called Yahoo answers, and here are the facts: It is very unhealthy, and even dangerous, to take medication with the intent of stopping your period for a weekend or what have you. Do not do this! It's true that some forms of birth control, such as the injections, will sometimes stop your flow or make you miss periods, but birth control should be used responsibly. It's too bad if you want a weekend in the sheets with your boyfriend when you're on your period - find something else to do if you aren't comfortable with having sex while on your period.
Myth #5: You can't have sex while on your period.
Hm, this point was pretty much covered in myth #3, but I will reiterate it. Yes, you can have sex while you are on your period. There are even little cup products designed specifically for these occasions, or you can just love it up in the shower. Make sure that you're both comfortable, though, or you might have him running for the hills.
Myth #6: The brown gunk means that you're unhealthy.
Not usually, no. The brown stuff that you might experience either before or after your period is just your body doing some spring cleaning. Unless it has a vile smell to it, you're probably okay.
Myth #7: You can't use tampons if you're a virgin.
This myth is so untrue that I wonder who the witch was who made it up. Yes, you can use tampons if you're a virgin. It's recommended to start out with the smallest size to adjust to the feeling and process. Keep in mind, though, that it is possible to break your hymen through tampon use, and tampons are also associated with TSS (Toxic Shock Syndrome), which can be fatal.
Most women have this figured out within the first few months of having a period, but it still raises some concerned voices from the younger crowd. No, your period will not show up at the exact same time every month, and sometimes it may not show up at all every once in a while if you are new to menstruating. Your period can be assisted in becoming regulated by taking birth control pills, which can also help in relieving severe cramps.Myth #2: You can't swim while on your period.
This is a myth, as you can swim while on your period; however, you should take precautions before doing so. Your flow will slow down dramatically when you are immersed in water (or at least will usually slow dramatically unless you have a very heavy flow), so it is possible to swim while on your period. Some women use pads in the pool, which actually is not sanitary, nor is it useful because the pad becomes waterlogged and pointless. If you want to use some form of protection in the water, use a tampon. Beware when you get out of the water, though, because your flow could start right back up and make a mess down your legs.Myth #3: You can't get pregnant when you're on your period.
I don't know who made this one up, but ladies, it's not true. You can very well get pregnant even when you're on your period.
Myth #4: You can take birth control pills with the intent of stopping your period.
This question has come up very often on a site called Yahoo answers, and here are the facts: It is very unhealthy, and even dangerous, to take medication with the intent of stopping your period for a weekend or what have you. Do not do this! It's true that some forms of birth control, such as the injections, will sometimes stop your flow or make you miss periods, but birth control should be used responsibly. It's too bad if you want a weekend in the sheets with your boyfriend when you're on your period - find something else to do if you aren't comfortable with having sex while on your period.
Myth #5: You can't have sex while on your period.
Hm, this point was pretty much covered in myth #3, but I will reiterate it. Yes, you can have sex while you are on your period. There are even little cup products designed specifically for these occasions, or you can just love it up in the shower. Make sure that you're both comfortable, though, or you might have him running for the hills.
Myth #6: The brown gunk means that you're unhealthy.
Not usually, no. The brown stuff that you might experience either before or after your period is just your body doing some spring cleaning. Unless it has a vile smell to it, you're probably okay.
Myth #7: You can't use tampons if you're a virgin.
This myth is so untrue that I wonder who the witch was who made it up. Yes, you can use tampons if you're a virgin. It's recommended to start out with the smallest size to adjust to the feeling and process. Keep in mind, though, that it is possible to break your hymen through tampon use, and tampons are also associated with TSS (Toxic Shock Syndrome), which can be fatal.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Stand Up for Yourself
Last year I worked as a cable repair technician for a phone company. I was the only female technician in the vicinity, as you can well imagine. That didn't bother me at all, and truth be told, I didn't think about it all that much. In school I am one of something like six females in what started out as a class with over two-hundred guys, so being in the minority sex wasn't a huge issue at the phone company that I worked for.
That is, however, until a particular incident occurred.
It started out harmlessly enough. A unisex poster was put up on the washroom door, saying to knock before entering. Men being men, they completely vandalized the sign by making sexual references. I laughed, because some of it was pretty creative and amusing. It wasn't until one hot afternoon about halfway through the summer that something happened to make me realize that these men were bitter toward having me around.
I was talking to a customer about replacing his phone pedestal while I walked to the back of the truck to put down the mandatory pilons. I was in mid-sentence and lifted the first pilon when something fell to the ground with a clatter. Upon looking down to see what had fallen the first thing I saw was a woman's breast. The customer knelt before I could say anything and picked up the object.
"Where did this come from?" he asked, holding the case out to me. I looked at the case and it was a pornographic DVD, made worse by the fact that it was still in the wrapper, and actually show-cased "shemales" (half-man, half-woman). The message was not lost on me.
I took the DVD and told the customer that a lot of people didn't like the phone company, as is the case with any company, and continued on my way.
There is something to be said about working in a place where the male presence is dominant. They seem to form a clubhouse mentality, and when a woman enters the little gathering, the men get all their feathers ruffled.
I didn't quit my job due to this incident, nor did I make a formal complaint. I advised my manager on the events that had transpired, and he did his own investigation and called a meeting that I was not allowed to attend. Apparently he was very angry, and many guys approached me in the weeks that followed to say that they were sorry that I had had such an experience.
There's no way to know who was responsible for the disgusting joke, but be aware that such things do happen.
That is, however, until a particular incident occurred.
It started out harmlessly enough. A unisex poster was put up on the washroom door, saying to knock before entering. Men being men, they completely vandalized the sign by making sexual references. I laughed, because some of it was pretty creative and amusing. It wasn't until one hot afternoon about halfway through the summer that something happened to make me realize that these men were bitter toward having me around.
I was talking to a customer about replacing his phone pedestal while I walked to the back of the truck to put down the mandatory pilons. I was in mid-sentence and lifted the first pilon when something fell to the ground with a clatter. Upon looking down to see what had fallen the first thing I saw was a woman's breast. The customer knelt before I could say anything and picked up the object.
"Where did this come from?" he asked, holding the case out to me. I looked at the case and it was a pornographic DVD, made worse by the fact that it was still in the wrapper, and actually show-cased "shemales" (half-man, half-woman). The message was not lost on me.
I took the DVD and told the customer that a lot of people didn't like the phone company, as is the case with any company, and continued on my way.
There is something to be said about working in a place where the male presence is dominant. They seem to form a clubhouse mentality, and when a woman enters the little gathering, the men get all their feathers ruffled.
I didn't quit my job due to this incident, nor did I make a formal complaint. I advised my manager on the events that had transpired, and he did his own investigation and called a meeting that I was not allowed to attend. Apparently he was very angry, and many guys approached me in the weeks that followed to say that they were sorry that I had had such an experience.
There's no way to know who was responsible for the disgusting joke, but be aware that such things do happen.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Movie Review - The Ugly Truth
I have to admit that I am a huge fan of chick flicks, as long as they are comedic. When I saw advertisements for The Ugly Truth, I thought, "Hey, why not?" Katherine Heigl, in my opinion, is a semi-talented actress but always amusing to watch on the screen. I've never been a big fan of Gerard Butler (he comes across as a massive grease ball), but he was the perfect character to shine across from Heigl.
Katherine Heigl plays Abby Richter, a sensible, successful television producer who enjoys running cooking shows on the air. Unfortunately, ratings are at an all time low, and while Richter attempts to convince her boss that the ratings will pick up, her boss is sadly unconvinced.
One night while Abby is settling in at home, her cat steps on the remote control for the TV and changes the channel to one called, "The Ugly Truth". With no surprise, there sits Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler), a crass man who mouths off about what he believes to be the truth between men and women. Thoroughly offended by the man's comments, Richter snatches up her phone and puts a call through to Chadway. A brief altercation occurs, Chadway hangs up, and Richter continues on with her life... or so she thinks.
In an attempt to improve ratings, Richter's boss brings in someone who has very high ratings on his own TV segment - Mike Chadway.
It's impossible to write any more about the movie without spoiling the hilarious twists and turns of events, but allow me to leave you with this: What I got from the movie was a very crude sense of humour that I did not expect, but found absolutely laugh-out-loud hilarious. Richter and Chadway have such a clash of personalities that somehow mesh at the same time (especially when Chadway becomes Richter's dating coach... Have I said too much?). The comedic events had me laughing my buns off, which is rare for a chick flick.
It's definitely not what I expected; it was a hell of a lot better.
Rating: A
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Long Distance Love - Is it for You?
Relationships in general have a lot of mountains to climb with plenty of compromises, but when one adds a long distance relationship into the mix, things can get very complicated indeed. The usual dating relationship involves making plans for dates, spacing out time accordingly between loved ones, coming up with good conversations... All of these things can be difficult in a "normal" relationship. It isn't until someone tries a long distance relationship that the truth is realized about how much work actually goes into making such a relationship continue on strongly.
For instance, a point that comes up very often is the subject of trust. A "normal" relationship requires trust as it is, but it's much easier to trust someone who you see on a regular basis. Try to trust someone whom you see maybe once a week, maybe just once a month. The gap between the two situations is enormous, and suddenly it seems that there is a lot more work involved in the long distance relationship.
Another common issue with long distance relationships is that of communication. When two people don't get to see each other on a regular basis, they may resort to using technology such as webcams, cell phones, microphones, telephones, etc. to keep in touch. The important thing is to maintain comfortable, in depth communication. Long distance relationships can very possibly work out, but only if people are willing to put work into them. If the conversations start to dry up and become non-existent, then it becomes the equivalent of two strangers randomly planning to meet once in a while, and that's it. There is no solid relationship.
One of the more challenging aspects of a long distance relationship is to keep one's self in control. When there isn't a significant other around for long periods of time, it is common for one partner, or both, to start taking note of other people who attract them. It becomes easier and easier to meet someone else for "just a coffee". This has to be avoided if there is any hope to maintain the long distance relationship. Effort needs to be put forth in the rare meetings that the couple get to remind each other why they are striving to be together.
Long distance relationships can work out, but both partners have to be strong, independent people. Don't get involved in a long distance relationship if you can't handle it - it just causes a lot of heart ache.
For instance, a point that comes up very often is the subject of trust. A "normal" relationship requires trust as it is, but it's much easier to trust someone who you see on a regular basis. Try to trust someone whom you see maybe once a week, maybe just once a month. The gap between the two situations is enormous, and suddenly it seems that there is a lot more work involved in the long distance relationship.
Another common issue with long distance relationships is that of communication. When two people don't get to see each other on a regular basis, they may resort to using technology such as webcams, cell phones, microphones, telephones, etc. to keep in touch. The important thing is to maintain comfortable, in depth communication. Long distance relationships can very possibly work out, but only if people are willing to put work into them. If the conversations start to dry up and become non-existent, then it becomes the equivalent of two strangers randomly planning to meet once in a while, and that's it. There is no solid relationship.
One of the more challenging aspects of a long distance relationship is to keep one's self in control. When there isn't a significant other around for long periods of time, it is common for one partner, or both, to start taking note of other people who attract them. It becomes easier and easier to meet someone else for "just a coffee". This has to be avoided if there is any hope to maintain the long distance relationship. Effort needs to be put forth in the rare meetings that the couple get to remind each other why they are striving to be together.
Long distance relationships can work out, but both partners have to be strong, independent people. Don't get involved in a long distance relationship if you can't handle it - it just causes a lot of heart ache.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Skirts and Fatigues
I was sitting here, going over my other blog (Smear on the Wall), when I realized that I couldn't make my fiancé suffer through my posts about women's issues. Hence, Skirts and Fatigues was born. This blog is going to be here to address women's issues, ranging from health articles to popular movements and trends. I'm sure that this blog will evolve over time as both society and myself evolve, and it'll all be a welcome change.
As said in my description of myself at the side, I am going through school to be a robotics and automation technician, and then hopefully to be an electrical engineer. As you can imagine the male influence on my life has been rather extravagant, as the majority of my friends growing up were male, not to mention that my older brother and I have had a pretty good bond as far as siblings go. My robotics class consisted of approximately six girls in a class of over two hundred people in the first semester, and then a populace of four girls with one hundred twenty guys in the second semester.
The reason that I am reiterating this information is simply because I want to demonstrate how I plan to integrate two different worlds into one, while still addressing the differences in the sexes. Why can't women talk about the next huge technical advances while still admire a beautiful dress and matching pair of shoes? This blog isn't about woman power, but rather life itself as a woman.
Please note that any information here related to health will simply be researched, or based from personal experiences. None of it should be taken as medical advice.
As said in my description of myself at the side, I am going through school to be a robotics and automation technician, and then hopefully to be an electrical engineer. As you can imagine the male influence on my life has been rather extravagant, as the majority of my friends growing up were male, not to mention that my older brother and I have had a pretty good bond as far as siblings go. My robotics class consisted of approximately six girls in a class of over two hundred people in the first semester, and then a populace of four girls with one hundred twenty guys in the second semester.
The reason that I am reiterating this information is simply because I want to demonstrate how I plan to integrate two different worlds into one, while still addressing the differences in the sexes. Why can't women talk about the next huge technical advances while still admire a beautiful dress and matching pair of shoes? This blog isn't about woman power, but rather life itself as a woman.
Please note that any information here related to health will simply be researched, or based from personal experiences. None of it should be taken as medical advice.
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