The things that go through my head

You will not be surprised to learn that the existence of opposing viewpoints are greatly offensive to one particular religious group. This time, it’s PZ Myers blogging about Christian busdriver Ron Heather who refuses to drive a bus because of the offensive language sprawled across the side of it. Want to know what message got him so upset? Check it out:

Wackaloon Busdriver

For those of you that are too lazy or busy to watch the video, the bus had this message on it:

There is probably no God
Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.

I have to wonder what else offends this guy. Would he be offended by images of aborted fetuses plastered on the side of the bus? I would presume that he would be offended by gross, disgusting images like that, just like most people would. I am sure that no self-respecting bus company would allow anybody to buy anti-abortion advertising. That’s why the pro-life wackaloons have to buy their own truck and put their own fetus images on it. They are limited in the ways that they can enjoy and express their free speech rights.

Anyway, if I was a pro-choice wackalloon with too much money and free time HA! I would start a little advertising campaign of my own.

You are more likely to be battered by your spouse during pregnancy than any other time in your life. Use condoms.

*Picture of C-Section*
Childbirth and Pregnancy Change Your Body Forever. Use Condoms.

You get the picture.

But hey, I was just wondering. What would you do if you were a bus driver and there were offensive images or words on the bus. For me, an offensive image is a picture of Adam Sandler promoting his latest mind-dump of a movie. For you, it might be breasts that offend your sensibilities. Maybe you are okay with breasts if they are cleavage spilling out of a tight-fitting dress. But as soon as your eyes are assaulted by the sight of a baby being nourished by boobs you are thrown into fits of apoplexy (whatever that means). Or maybe it’s aborted fetuses. What would you do?

I would make rude comments about the company and probably get fired. “Adam Sandler movies are the worst. I would rather have my crotch sand-blasted than sit through one of his atrocities. Why do they insist on advertising this mind-rot” But I sure wouldn’t quit doing my job.

Those of you that know me in real life will be used to hearing my favorite catch-phrase “______________ is a tool of the patriarchy. Don’t do it.” I fill in the blank with whatever bug is in my ear at that moment. Right now, I am once again going on about marriage. This time, my fit of interest in marriage as a tool of the patriarchy was piqued by this post by Black Scientist. The Black Scientist articulated some thoughts that I have often had about marriage. Here is a good quote that illustrates why it squicks me out:

Through its unfair treatment of queer sexualities and domesticities, the nation-state has essentially transformed civil rights into privileges, granted to citizens based on the assumption of performed heterosexuality.

Isn’t that the truth. There are all kinds of personal benefits to getting married, such as health benefits and social benefits to carrying on with this outdated ritual. But don’t take my word for it. Check out the whole post while I traipse around the countryside, mom-like, driving kids to various activities. Oldest child will be visiting her horse while second-in-command will be ice-skating with her friend. The horse adventure requires that I take a half hour trip on the highway to the farm and park at the end of my dad’s lane so he can come and pick me up in his huge and shiny four wheel drive truck. It’s ginormous! The tires on that vehicle could crush an elephant. Then I have to hang out playing games on my cellphone and sneezing my face off thanks to their two cats until its time to go home. Oh joy. When I would rather be playing Rock Band from the comfort of my warm, squishy couch.

The crazy speaks for itself. What could I possibly say about this? Get out the popcorn and have yourself a good laugh. It’s just too bad that these people are actually serious.

Let me start by saying that as any reader of this blog or friend of mine knows, I hate most movies. There are a few exceptions, but in general, I just can’t be bothered to watch them. However, I have always been a bit of a Star Trek nerd and I have many fond memories of spending Saturday morning watching Capt. Kirk and his crews’ adventures in re-runs. I fumed at their terrible treatment of Uhura, the space secretary in hottie gear. Why don’t they put her in a real uniform? I would fume, as Kirk romanced yet another green alien, that he would leave behind as he jetted off to the stars.

How can you possibly do a prequel to this show? Star Trek was a classic, ground-breaking show, a historical TV series. It perfectly encapsulates the way that people thought at the time. Remember how they portrayed women as bumbling, shiny-eyed, penis-worshipers with big hair and the men as infallible? Remember the cheesy stage make-up, remember what special effects were like before CGI and all that other computerized crap? Remember the inclusion of the token Russian commie and the way he pronounced the word “wessels”? Remember the bad technology, the clocks with the mechanically flipped numbers? My gramma had one of those old school alarm clocks on the side of her bed. Remember the styrofoam rocks and the mood music? “Da-da-da-da-da dadadada-DAH” during the intense fight scenes and some sappy mood music when Kirk is romancing some naive alien girls. All females are naive and need educating about love, don’t-you-know?

Why, just think how much science fiction has changed! Strong female characters pervade the science fiction genre. Except for Star-Gate, with their token female character, brainiac Major Carter, who is conventionally attractive and totters around in high heels and skirts and makes cutesy comments like “Just because my reproductive organs are on the inside of my body instead of the outside…” Ha ha ha that crazy Carter, doesn’t she know that we live in a post-feminist society? Oh wait. I almost forgot about Seven of Nine, who they had to sexify in order to make her less scary. Even Captain Janeway had to be beautiful. Can you imagine what would have happened if Roseanne had played that role? Voyager would have been laughed out of the pilot stage.

But I digress. You see, the fact that sci-fi has just as much ridiculous sexist nonsense as it has ever had is one of the reasons why the Star Trek prequel is going to be terrible.

They have Kirk and Uhura hooking up. How could those bastards do that? It’s a crime against humanity. What the hell were they thinking? Whatever you do, don’t go see this prequel. It’s phail with a capital P. No amount of light and magic is going to overcome the inherent wrongness of such a plot line.

Anyway, if you want to waste a couple of minutes of your life viewing the trailer, here is a nice link for you to follow. In the meantime, I have more useful things to do, like pick lint out of my belly button.

I don’t know why but I find this story hilarious. A couple split up because of an affair that the male half of the couple had while on Second Life. The couples’ whirlwind romance which led inevitably into the trap that is known as the nuclear family and monogamous marriage, began on the internet while the couple were playing Second Life. They met and fell in love but did not live happily ever after. I have no right to make fun of these people for falling in love while indulging in an incredibly nerdy game, as I myself met my life partner (but interestingly enough non-husband) while interacting with an online community. But I really do have a difficult time imagining myself getting upset because of what my partner does online. Maybe I am not nearly clingy enough. Oh no, he had imaginary sex! I can’t imagine having imaginary sex on Second Life either, though. It’s just weird. What is the point? Give me the real deal anytime.

One time, after reading Jesus General, I decided to join Second Life to see what all the fuss was about. I downloaded the game and I started making myself an avatar. As a delicate fragile female creature, I only had the option of being a dainty, skinny hotty. That prospect did not sit well with me, as I am hot and skinny enough in real life and I wished to have a different body type while playing make-believe. But that was not an option unless I went to some extra trouble. Then I got bored because there was a picture of a kitten in my RSS feed and that was the end of that. RPG’s bore me to death. But I sure do like my Wii that my BFFFL bought for the family. I can drive race-cars and throw turtle shells at my family members and pwn them off the race track. I can also play rock songs badly and shoot blocks for points.

What’s the point of this rambling post? Oh yeah, marriage is pointless. Don’t ever get married, not even if you’re lavish marriage ceremony takes place on a computer server and doesn’t cost you a cent. Even on Second Life in a fantasy world, marriage confirms to troublesome patriarchal societal values. The bride still wears a white dress and the groom wears a tuxedo. He probably swept her off of her feet and made her wait for a hokey marriage proposal on bended knee where lifelong allegiance was pledged in exchange for control of sex organs. It’s still an ode to male dominance and female submission. Romantic rituals make me itch. Don’t do it! Run while you can, ladies. Only get married if you like being a complete and utter tool of the patriarchy.