Alright, I have to share this with you. May 7, 2008Posted by phledge in blood, family, feminism, paganism.
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Mr Phledge has been reading a lot about global warming and the unavoidable energy crisis and maybe we’re just gonna go live on a farm and buy a lot of guns type reading. We’re lying in bed last night, chatting about how in the bloody hell we can turn this Titanic around, how the NASCAR crowd and people like my dad would willingly submit to a concept that asked them to walk to work or compost, and I (not entirely in jest) said, “Revolution. It’s gotta be a full-fledged revolution, overturning the patriarchal dominance/submission paradigm because that’s what allows us to be Us versus Them. Fucking patriarchy.”
A pause from the other side of the bed, then, softly, “Yes, dear.”
Ladies and gentlemen, charity begins at home.
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.
Vajayjay? Honestly? May 1, 2008Posted by phledge in family, fat, feminism, medical school, yellow bile.
I’m ashamed to say that, as I alluded to in a comment, I am indeed not very good at confrontation. Upon reading SM’s brilliant analysis of what words can do, I let my sister get away with it. And this is the one to whom I’m closest, the one with whom I can talk all kinds of issues and still feel safe and loved (more…)
Bad ice cream, or, being contrary. April 30, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, fat, fun, medical school, yellow bile.
So, y’all remember the faculty member who asked me why I thought fat people avoided doctors? And how stupid that was? (O, actually, that was a comment I posted over on SP: I have a primary care faculty member who, after dozens of fat-phobic lectures, looked me straight in the face and said, “Why on EARTH would obese people avoid doctors? That’s just stupid.” Sorry.) He gave a lecture today about upper respiratory infections, including stuff like strep throat; for symptomatic control of sore throat he advocated cold things, like drinks and ice cream, “except, maybe not ice cream because of the calories. So, popsicles. Sugar-free ones.” (more…)
Pardon me? April 29, 2008Posted by phledge in feminism, medical school, yellow bile.
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So, when an older black gentleman, clearly a distinguished member of his profession, teaches at our medical school and makes a whack-ass comment about how “real women don’t work in the yard” and I can’t tell if this is a joke or not, and then he goes on to say “men are wimps” and I can’t tell if this is a joke or not, is this evidence of why all human rights dialogues should be merged? Because do not tell me for a second that this man has not had his share of repugnant experiences in his time based on the color of his skin, and if for a sweet second he realized the nature of his own biases that he would, in some way, see a connection. It popped an aneurysm in me cranium to think of how wrong it is to be a member of a minority and bash on a member of a different minority. It’s all xenophobic us-versus-them patriarchy, and it’s all fucked up.
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!
Obesonomics. April 24, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, yellow bile.
I made up a word. That’s a great way to end the day. 🙂
I was contemplating the convergence of fat and socioeconomic status and I think I realize, at least in my own mind, why the “good fatty” might be given a reluctant stamp of approval in the patriarchal paradigm, whereas the “bad fatty” is, by this paradigm, left out to dry.* In the United States it is difficult if damn near impossible to be a poor good fatty. (more…)
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…)
Sputter. April 18, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, health, yellow bile.
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Congratulations to Sara over at F-Words for emerging from brain surgery relatively unscathed. And for keeping her sanity and civility when someone says shit like this. I think if I were a cancer survivor, or someone, like Sara, who has gone through the nightmare that is a potential cancer diagnosis, and I read something like this, well, I would asplode. As it is I am neither survivor nor the near-missed, and I’m still taking bets on where my blood pressure just went.