My Life Needs Hot Sauce

[ase]

I regret to say that I ate cheap lunchmeat turkey. I have discovered exactly what mushy cardboard tastes like, and regret not keeping tabasco in the house. Fortunately I had K's leftover pork chop with raspberry chili sauce, mashed potatoes, and spinach to warm my belly on this rainy day. Real food is awesome.

I gave my presentation last night and it went... pretty well, I guess. I actually got a "good job!" from the professor. Now, if only he'd give a rubric with a grade on it (for anything), I'd be a lot more reassured about my class standing. Tuition reimbursement doesn't kick in until I pass!

I could do a bedtime story about double-sided tape, shared reagents, and the tragedy of the commons in lab work, but anyone who's ever shared one small, critical item between three or more people knows how this one goes.

The Hugo nominees are out. I am trying to figure out how to congratulate all the nominees while also observing that only four of the 20 nominees in the four standard fiction categories are not men. Because yay, Hugo nomination: awesome; however, significant problems within the community are highlighted in the ballot. I am especially tickled by Y: the Last Man: Whys and Wherefores making the graphic novel cut, because I finally read it earlier this month and, other than massive tragic spoiler, I thought it was awesome and a fitting end to the series.

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[filkferengi]

Especially ever since reading Tamora Pierce's memorable LJ post "Where Are The Women?" recently, I've been noticing this, too. I count the emails on shows we watch. My poor spouse is probably getting rather tired of hearing numbers & kvetches, but I remind him that his gender & genitalia aren't routinely used as insults in casual conversation.

[ase.livejournal.com]

Misogyny, racism, and other -isms haven't gone away: they're less overt, and less immediately damaging, but there's a gap between "not being treated as property" and equality that America lives in today. It's a lot better than it was, but it's not as good as it could be. As evinced by small things like the Hugo numbers.