Light of my life. July 27, 2008Posted by phledge in family, fun, phlegm.
Bug is my six-year old niece, having celebrated the occasion of her birthday on Friday. I have two stories to share about her that will illustrate just how fucking cool she is.
Story #1: Several cousins, including Bug, are jumping on my dad’s ~14-foot trampoline in his backyard. He is watching them, muttering to the other adults, “Someone’s gonna get hurt out there…someone’s gonna fall…whup, there goes one.” And so on. Bug is the third to fall, and exasperated she exclaims, “Oh, GRAVITY!”
What kind of six-year old blames her misstep on a (correctly associated) force of nature?
Story #2: Bug announces to her mother, “I really want to take care of animals and keep them from getting hurt, so I think I will become a vegetarian.” My sister says, “You mean you want to be a veterinarian?” Bug rolls her eyes and says, “Well, yeah, that too, but I want to stop eating meat.”
The end. June 13, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, blood, family, fat, feminism, fun, health, medical school, phlegm, yellow bile.
This is a difficult decision for me, but I am certain it is the right one. Effective 1 August 2008 this blog will be sacrificed to the Toob Gods. I’ve discovered that I spend a great deal more time online than I would like, in general, and way more time thinking and worrying and prepping for this blog, specifically. I am definitely available by email (see “Comment Policy/Contact Me”) and would love to hear from my, erm, fans. The blogroll is a good place to start looking if you want to find something else sort of like me that contains some fun ranting and hearty thinking, but I just can’t do it anymore. It hasn’t remotely been what I expected—no fault of anyone’s—and I can’t put the energy into something that isn’t bringing me joy. Peace out, y’all.
Awesome new book! May 31, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, fun, phlegm.
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There have been many times where I have been tempted, or rather goaded by guilt, to become vegetarian. Obviously it’s not for the weight loss element; or maybe not so obviously, as I used to believe that there was no such thing as a fat vegetarian, and even now I have my suspicions that the kind of meat consumption in which this country engages isn’t exactly healthy for us. But I digress.
Wouldn’t you know? May 6, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, feminism, medical school, phlegm.
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Just when I decide that I really should focus on studying, Kate goes and links me to Shakesville. I kind of feel like a rube invited to meet the Queen—Shakesville is one of my favorite places on the ‘toobs—but all I can say is: Welcome Shakers! Hope you find something useful here, and I’ll be back in a jiffy.
Hold my calls. May 6, 2008Posted by phledge in medical school, phlegm.
I’ll be out for a couple days while I finish the last tests of my second year (yay!) and then I take boards (boo!) on the 21st. I might come up with something noteworthy, but I doubt it—my brain is packed to overflowing with hematological disorders and ocular parasites. Mmm, loa loa.
Whoa, lotta shit goin’ down. April 26, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, feminism, phlegm.
This blog, for me, is just a place for my random thoughts and emotional venting. I like to pick my ideas apart in front of everyone (yeah, all—what is it, now, seven?—all seven of you) and allow others to help me clarify what’s right and good and holy about humanity. So I’m a little worried that maybe I should be more aware of all the feeds that come into my brain, have a little tango, and wash back out onto my shores, based on seeing what’s been going on with the whole blogger of color/white feminist privilege thingy. (I will not name names here because I don’t think I have even a sliver of insight about the conflict.) Let me say this here: if you see something here that belongs to you, or if you think I’m wagging my privilege, call me on it. Please. The last thing I would want to see would be someone feeling left out or taken advantage of because I’m a little bit of a bull in a china shop. I try try try to be cautious and compassionate and I don’t expect someone to “correct” my privilege—that’s mine alone to deconstruct—but I know I don’t always succeed.
Oh, and if you feel so inclined, I’m always looking for folks to put on the blogroll. If your name isn’t there it’s not because I don’t like your blog but rather because, for a future medical professional, I actually have a rather short attention span. Oo, daisies!
How the FLDS brings a lot of my concerns together. April 20, 2008Posted by phledge in family, feminism, phlegm.
First and foremost, there’s always more than one side to a story. See, today I was talking to someone at my church who has a friend who has a friend in the FLDS community (small world, non?) and he said that there are actually “normal” people in that group who do not practice polygamy and are actually devastated that their children have been taken from them. I’m not sure I understand how they can be involved in a community whose religious beliefs mandate polygamy and not actually engage in it, but meh. Not my pig, not my farm. (more…)
A “duh” moment. April 13, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, phlegm.
In the car this afternoon I realized that I didn’t have a good sense of the relationship between fat acceptance, body acceptance, and size acceptance. I was mulling it over and it sort of struck me squarely between the eyebrows: fat acceptance is to feminism what body and size acceptance are to humanism. I think. So, I strongly support the right for every person to achieve their goals without externally imposed limitations, and that’s humanism, but I feel that women have more externally imposed limitations than men and they deserve help in overcoming those limitations, and that’s feminism. (Loose translation—I don’t think I could adequately describe either feminism or humanism in the entirety of this blog over the course of five years and I have shit to do during that time.) So fat acceptance, to me, is more…well, urgent, shall we say. In recognizing the suffering of the unprivileged, we learn to embrace both fat and thin (and everything in between) people. (more…)
Try-athletes. April 12, 2008Posted by phledge in family, fat, fun, health, phlegm.
Today I got up before Maude’s own sunrise to go with my in-betweenie sister (K) and her roommate for their female-only triathlon. Let me note that I decided to wear my “I am Kate Harding” t-shirt (hoping I’d see a fellow Shapeling, or at least get questions that led people to FA), and then freaked out because I didn’t shower this morning and my hair was a mess and in essence I was not a cute fattie and…wait a second, hello, was that a point I just missed? :headsmack: Okay, so I went to this event and, heh, slept in the car for the first two and a half hours. I woke up at about 8:45 and, since K said she expected to be across the finish line at around 9:30, I had the opportunity to go grab a cup of coffee at the only coffee place open in this faux Italian village shopping center resort place thingy: Starbucks.
I’m noticing at this point that my writing is becoming loose and flowy, but please try to bear with me while I work out this brain problem. I have been such a phenomenal space cadet lately, it hurts. (more…)