Caterwauling

Funny how, even if you change absolutely all the variables, the endings still turn out the same. And you wonder whether your lesson in life is to unravel this great mystery, or to just learn to accept it and expend your energies elsewhere.

Damn it, who keeps eating my cheese?

Funny how I keep thinking that I’m hearing Crazy’s cell phone ringtone (annoying) and the usual shriek that accompanied it being answered. *shudder* I will overcome the violent physical reaction someday, I assume, but it’s weird how I’m braced for it anyway. I need to bust out the sage and the holy water to adequately cleanse the crime scene.

Too many nutty people have presented themselves in my life, but it’s so rare that one actually vanishes from it. This is a new experience for me — just let me enjoy it. Although I do sort of feel bad for the person, as I can be compassionate once in a blue moon, I’m still firmly planted in the “Good Riddance” camp.

Thank god that party season has arrived — I have five on the docket so far for June and hope it’s just the beginning of a beautiful summer. (Read: I hope I can make it to most, if not all, of these events!)

My shirt is entirely too low-cut for office-wear, but I figured I could lie low for the day. Hah — just got signed up for two meetings (first one’s in five minutes). I have a blazer lying around here somewhere — doesn’t match, but I’ll feel better being shrouded on this hot summer day when I’m traversing the hallways.

I was so gloriously crabalicious/bitchy yesterday. Today I’m introspective. I just want to pontificate on the injustices of the world instead of actually experiencing them.

Speaking of injustices, let the meetings begin!

Sabre did a great blog entry a few days back and pointed to an entry on Joss Whedon’s blog about the stoning/kicking to death of a young girl, Dua Khalil, by her (male) family while passers-by preserved it on their camera phones.

Read Whedon’s post here because I can’t say anything more brilliant about it than he does. The CliffsNotes version (below) is enough to make you sick, when you realize this is happening in our lifetime, in plain sight, and captured not for the depravity of the situation but, as Joss alludes, as some sort of an homage to the very event itself. *twitch*

“How did more than half the people in the world come out incorrectly? I have spent a good part of my life trying to do that math, and I’m no closer to a viable equation. …

“Somewhere a long time ago a bunch of men got together and said, ‘If all we do is hunt and gather, let’s make hunting and gathering the awesomest achievement, and let’s make childbirth kinda weak and shameful.’ It’s a rather silly simplification, but I believe on a mass, unconscious level, it’s entirely true. How else to explain the fact that cultures who would die to eradicate each other have always agreed on one issue? …

“It’s safe to say that I’ve snapped. That something broke, like one of those robots you can conquer with a logical conundrum. All my life I’ve looked at this faulty equation, trying to understand, and I’ve shorted out. I don’t pretend to be a great guy; I know really really well about objectification, trust me. And I’m not for a second going down the ‘women are saints’ route — that just leads to more stone-throwing (and occasional Joan-burning). I just think there is the staggering imbalance in the world that we all just take for granted. If we were all told the sky was evil, or at best a little embarrassing, and we ought not look at it, wouldn’t that tradition eventually fall apart?”

Infuriating that this is all just another headline, in the end. When I read the blog entry, I wondered if he weren’t talking about an old issue, because I’ve heard it too many times before. It sickens me that it’s “new” news. It kills me that no one can just live their lives; happiness can yield a fearful situation, if in fact the story is true that she was stoned because of who she was seen with.

It’s her people, for crying out loud — why not try to run the dude out of town, if it has to be that way at all? Treat a woman like she’s stupid and weak and doesn’t know any better, for her whole life, and then punish her for a decision she makes about the company she keeps? God (or Allah or whatever) forbid that the family take responsibility for the way she was reared. Maybe THEY should be the ones bludgeoned to death for not protecting her from the temptations of the outside world that they themselves are allowed to enjoy but that she should never even stop to wonder about.

The mind boggles.

I’m alternating between singing the Hilary Duff song of the same name as the title and “Ding Dong, the Wicked Witch is Dead!” Don’t let the door hit’cha where the good lord split’cha.

This day turned out fairly well, after all. Quick, who’s buying the first round?!?!