The Little Red Haired Girl

Conclusively

Aside from the fact that I have the stomach flu and am writing this from my bathroom floor, things are looking good.

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It’s about 3 in the morning and I’m finishing up my Employment Discrimination exam.  

I think I’m hitting that moment where I just need to patch this shit up and call it a night.  

But I’m having a hard time concluding my points.  I’m literally up right now because I can’t figure out how to write my last sentence. 

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This is how every conclusion of every paper I’ve ever written looks like:

“And in conclusion…reread my opening sentence.”

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You see…I’m living on the edge.  I’m a gambling gal.  I’m a rebel without a cause.

I’m banking on the fact that the professor will give up (as I have) by the time they get to my conclusion.

I’m living on a prayer.

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This is the part of the night that I call the “B+ moment.”

This is when I say, “Oh to hell with it!  I’m cool with a B+.”

It’s like last call at the prom when you decide you don’t mind dancing with the only boy in high school who still has braces.  At least I’m dancing, right?

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I feel a puke storm coming along.

If you don’t understand why I’m puking…

reread my first sentence.

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Why People Should Pay Me For My Outlines in Law School

Actual Quote From My Corporation’s Outline:

1.  Intrinsic Fairness Test:  Even if a shareholder is able to rebut the business judgment rule by proving that the director (or controlling shareholder) breached a fiduciary duty, the director (or controlling shareholder) can still win on the basis of the intrinsic fairness test. If the director (or controlling shareholder) can prove that their business decision was intrinsically fair to the corporation (i.e. the corporation financially benefitted from the director or controlling shareholder’s decision) then the courts defer to the business judgment rule. 

A.  Clever Reminder:  Think of the Real Housewives of Atlanta reunion when NeNe shouted, “Bitch stop complaining! I made you money!”

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Why I haven’t been approached by textbook companies is beyond me.

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Who’s Afraid of Paulo Freire?

I’ve been keeping up with the fiasco in Arizona.

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I just realized that I have to be more specific.

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I’ve been keeping up with the fiasco in Arizona over the Mexican-American studies program.

For those of you who aren’t aware, Arizona legislatures have passed a law banning ethnic studies in public schools.  The law claims that teaching ethnic studies “promotes resentment towards a race or class of people.”  

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This whole situation made me very happy that I went to a high school that didn’t offer an ethnic studies program.  I don’t even want to imagine what kind of minority I would have turned out to be.  I’m so blessed that instead of being resentful towards a race or class of people….I had a fair and balanced education.

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EXAMPLE OF MY FAIR AND BALANCED EDUCATION.

1.  In my American history class, I had to read a “non-fiction” book called “Time on a Cross” by Robert Fogel and Stanely Engerman. The premise was that slavery wasn’t that bad.  Slaves weren’t really beaten or killed.  That was a myth.   I mean,  why on earth would a slaveowner beat and kill his own property?  After all they were so expensive.   There was one chapter—at the very end—about the moral dilemma of owning another human being.  An afterthought really.  But we never really discussed that chapter in class.  Morality was inconsequential according to Fogel.  And who could argue with Fogel?  He won the Nobel Prize for crying out loud!  He had to be right.

2.  A few weeks before my AP European history exam, my teacher gave me the best test-taking advice ever.  If there’s a multiple-choice question about a person who made a big difference in history and one of the possible answers is a woman, you can cross that one out immediately.  Gosh I really would have been lost without that tip.  I mean, he could have actually taught me European history so that I wouldn’t need to rely on eenie-meenie-minie-moe tactics to get the right answer.  But who needs that when sexism is such a convenient proxy for exam prep?

3. I took seven English courses by the time I graduated high school—some required and some elective.  Of all the authors I read, only two were African-American and one was Native-American.  And I’m a better person for it.  I don’t believe that tomfoolery about “identifying with the protagonist.”  Who needs self-identification?  Who needs self-affirmation?  Who needs recognition that perspectives and voices like your own exist? Not me.  Give me a white male protagonist and BOOM…I’m content. Who needs Pecola Breedlove when you’ve got Holden Caulfield?

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What I really mean to say is that I’m glad the Arizona legislatures finally put a stop to the ethnic studies programs.  As the decidedly non-white Alice Walker once said… “The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” 

And what better way to make us think we don’t have any power than by making it illegal for us to learn otherwise. 

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All of The Above

The only thing I hate more than multiple-choice tests are people who are good at multiple-choice tests.

But the answer’s RIGHT THERE, man…RIGHT THERE!  What’s better than that?

What’s better than that?  How about everything in the world?!?!  How about the right answer being obvious, instead of juxtaposed against other seemingly right answers?!? How about being tested on material we actually went over, instead of being tested on an obscure footnote in microscopic font on the bottom of a page from the “Optional Reading” section of the syllabus??!?! And would it KILL the test-writer to phrase a question without a double negative??!?!

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No.  I didn’t just fail my Corporation’s practice exam.  Why do you ask?

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But all you gotta do is strategize, man.  Just eliminate the choices that are obviously wrong and then the probability of answering correctly goes up.  See? Not so bad.

Not so bad?  Let me break it down for you.  The fact that I STILL get the answer wrong, even after I’ve strategized and eliminated the red herrings only depresses me more.  That can only mean one thing.  I have chronic bad luck.  Or perhaps I’m just really stellar at talking myself into the wrong answer.  I’d rather believe I have bad luck.  Easier on the ego.

Naw man.  All you gotta do is believe in yourself.  

Believe in myself?  That’s your advice?  How is that helpful at all?  That’s like when my classmates in elementary school used to tell me to just stare into the Magic Eye poster with my eyes crossed for two hours and eventually the image of a tiger pouncing on a lily pad would just emerge. Out of thin air.  Just like that.  Easy as pie. 

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I just felt like pointing out to the general public that I’m having an intense fight with an imaginary person right now. 

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And I think he’s a surfer.

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I need to:

A.  Stop beating myself up over practice exams

B.  Sleep

C.  Stop congratulating myself for winning fights against imaginary surfers.

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What Your Jacked Up Manicure Says About You

I just gnawed my manicure off with my bare teeth like a savage animal.  

Why?

Because my middle finger chipped.  And I can’t have one fingernail throwing off my whole game. 

I’d rather scrap the entire manicure then dare show the world who I really am…

…a woman who can’t keep unified fingernails.

When my nails look like this….

I feel like…

(For those of you who aren’t familiar with Sybil…please consider yourself uncultured. But oh hey. There’s a movie. So there’s that.)

As I was saying (before that detour in unsuccessful cultural references), women with well-groomed nails have always intrigued me.  They seem so put-together. A woman with nice nails probably has dinner dates with diplomats.  She probably Skypes with international friends.  She probably has a 401k plan.

She’s a Boss Lady.

On the other hand (pun definitely intended)…

chipped fingernails signify things like…drug addiction…student loan debt…utter despair…famine…nuclear war…unrelenting death…to name a few.

So you can see my concern.

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serious question

It has come to my attention via pictures that were taken this weekend that my hair is getting too long.

As many of you know, I had a mishap a few years ago where I cut my own hair and it made me look like a head of broccoli.

It was while I was writing my thesis for undergrad.  Suddenly, in a mad existential fit, I decided not only that I wanted short hair…but that I wanted to do it myself.

My roommate should have been scared.  Especially since I recently told her of the long literary history of female protagonists killing themselves after cutting off all of their hair.

Anyway it didn’t take me long to realize that I wasn’t meant for short hair.

I vowed to keep it long forever.

But now my hair is looking nasty.

I want my hair to scream “I am confident and attractive”…

not “i believe in polygamy.”

And right now I look a little too Sister-Wives…if ya know what I mean.  (If you don’t know what I mean…you don’t watch enough television and I am judging you on the inside). 

So I need everyone’s opinion on how short to cut my hair.  Emails with pictures are welcome.

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HAIR MAYONNAISE

My first mistake was going to CVS when I was bored.

My second mistake was looking through the DISCOUNT BIN.  

My third mistake was pulling out a huge bucket from the bin.

My fourth mistake was not putting the bucket back after I read that it contained “Hair Mayonnaise.”

My fifth mistake was using said “hair mayonnaise” and then smelling like a baby just smeared her diaper on my scalp.

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Morals:

1. Nothing good comes in bucket form.

2. Nothing good has the word “mayonnaise” after it.

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In The Room

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Thank you to the reader who sent me an email asking me what I thought about the PA Liquor Control Board advertisements above.

This is what I think…

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I want you to focus on the phrase “bad decisions” in the first advertisement.

Next I want you to focus on the phrase, “And now…” in the second advertisement.

If you put those two concepts together you get something like….

“If you make bad decisions, then you will get raped.”

Moral of the story:  Ladies, if you don’t want to get raped, stop making bad decisions.

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Bad Decisions:

1.  Wearing a short skirt.

2.  Walking in high heels.

3.  Smiling and flirting.

4.  Having a drink.

5.  Accepting a date.

6.  Giving a guy your number.

7.  Not being a virgin.

8.  Making eye contact with a man.

9.  Walking to your car alone at night.

10. Being a woman and leaving your house.

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And Now:

1. you’re raped.

2.  you’re assaulted.

3.  you’re missing.

4. you’re hit.

5. you’re insulted.

6.  you’re lost.

7.  you’re damaged.

8.  you’re crying.

9.  you’re ashamed.

10. you’re dead.

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This bogus cause-and-effect formula has been perpetuated in our society as a legitimate means of preventing rape.

If you’re hyper-vigiliant, you’ll be safe.

If not, you’ll be sorry.

I remember attending a self-defense class in college and hearing the instructor say…without an ounce of irony in his voice, “If you’re smart, you’ll never have to use any of the moves I teach you today.”

If I’m smart?

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Let me say this loud and clear.

Women are not the problem.

Our intellect is not the problem.  Our clothes are not the problem.  Our friends are not the problem.  Our desire to go out and have a good time is not the problem.

Rapists are the problem.

The only person who made a “bad decision” was the rapist.

Don’t give us laundry list of things we should avoid. Give men laundry lists of things they should avoid.  Namely raping women. 

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And another thing…

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The first thing I thought when I saw these ads was, “This is why we need women in positions of power.”

If a woman was in charge of this campaign, I guarantee you these advertisements would never have seen the light of day.  I’d be surprised if a woman was even present at any of the meetings.  Even if there was a woman at the meeting, I wonder if she was the only woman in the room.

I wonder if she felt comfortable speaking her mind in a room full of domineering men with their minds made up.  Even if she did speak up, I wonder if she was told what so many of us are told when we are the only woman in the room.

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Lighten up.  Take a joke. Calm down. 

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And this is why I won’t lighten up.  Take a joke.  Or calm down.

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Because this victim-blaming shit is actually perpetuating the problem.

Women are not reporting rape, because they don’t want their private lives drudged up and paraded around as justification for being raped.  

And every time a woman doesn’t report, a rapist goes on raping.

And more women are effected.

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Ladies we need to get into the room.

The Make-Shit-Happen room.

And we need to encourage and mentor other women to get in the room too.

Because our opinions aren’t just helpful.  They’re necessary.

We need to get into the room and start making changes so advertisements like this don’t continue to get made…and messages like this don’t continue to have effect.

Because if you think the message behind these advertisements doesn’t filter into the bills that are created…the legislation that is passed..and the laws that are followed.  You’re mistaken

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So here’s a call to all the ladies in the place with style and grace…

let’s get in the room.

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