Lay off the women in running tutus (and that includes you, SELF)

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Fit and Feminist

You’ve probably all seen that list of the top ten professions that attract psychopaths going around by now, right?  I’ve seen it a few times, mainly because I run in circles with journalists and TV news people, and those professions both cracked the top ten.  As much as I want to lodge a protest on behalf of my profession and say that we aren’t all heartless jerks who view people as little more than fodder to fill our various news holes/magazine spaces/on-air times, sometimes I see a decision made by a media outlet that is so heartless, so cruel that I cannot help but think that the psychopath-career list is more accurate than I am comfortable with.

One of those instances just happened with SELF magazine.  SELF is getting called out in a big way because, well, here:

Monika Allen says she was excited to receive an email from…

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Virtual Reality and the F word

I have no doubt FB will ruin O. R.

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People hate Facebook for almost the same reasons they hate the DMV. They’ve become a de-facto license provider for content and contacts with friends and this is even before we get to the privacy issues. After all, you can’t drive to see your folks or drive to a political rally by car without a license. The act ( driving ) and the means ( car ) require special access now that enables said privileges and, to my eye, much the same as commenting on a blog post or seeing your family and friends.

The act ( commenting ) and the means ( site ) require special access as well. The major difference, of course, is that the Department of Motor Vehicles is a government institution and Facebook is a convenience institution. Both have dubious records keeping private records private; one due to incompetence and the other due to profit.

Plenty of sites E.G. Quora and Scribd make Facebook the…

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update

This social media whore is no more.

 

I am able to say what I want when I want here. Which is therapeutic.

I have also not experienced any negativity from other today. Thank gods.

But in a very short 24 hours I have managed to study, and have 6 real conversations with people. and it’s only 11:21am.

If I had stayed on facebook I would have at least seen 6 negative posts, liked everyones comments and pictures. And at least seen one person being treated badly. I also would have seen the same reshare of a news story, meme and quote 20 times,  Only to have it be 2pm.

 

It is a black hole in my book. This Has been far more productive in my honest opinion.

 

Don’t look back you’re not going that way

This was how I generally looked at things. Now that I think about it though I couldn’t afford not to.

 

I am nearly 38 years old. It has taken me some time to realize some things.

I am good at getting the easy stuff down and some hard stuff too. For instance I learned early on that, just because you were born into a family didn’t mean you had to keep them. Let’s face it. If people are assholes, then they are assholes. It’s not your job to fix it.

It did, however take me sometime to let go of friends. This was a hard thing. While I learned early on it was fine to let blood go because, you can’t fix stupid. It took me a long time to realize that people you come to know as friends are not necessarily meant to be in your life forever.

We moved recently to Arizona. I love it here.

 

It has taken sometime for me to get accustomed to a new place. I did not know that’s what was going on though.

I had these odd experiences where I would walk into a bathroom at our new house and realize . Holy crap I live here now. Is this my home?

I have spent the better part of 6 months mourning my old house and the things around it. I am nearly 38 for crying out loud. This is ridiculous. Why am I acting this way. I am to old for this.

Then it hit me the other night as I was washing my face before bed. I looked in the mirror and actually said out loud to my self ( this is when you know you are going insane) “Oh I see”.

I finally know what kids go through when they leave their parents safety net they called home their whole lives. I finally knew how my kids must have felt when we moved. I finally knew  how it must have felt for my husband to be tossed out of his parents home on his 18th birthday. How my BFF must have felt when she moved from step Mom’s to her dads new trailer.

 

Why was I experiencing this so late? I knew the answer as I looked into the mirror.

 

I never had a stable place my entire life. Literally My mom moved me around from the day I got out of the hospital 6 times before finally moving in with my grand parents in Petaluma CA. We were there a year. Then into Roseville CA with my moms co-workers. Then to Sacramento with my moms sister a few months later. Then to an apartment that my babysitter caught on fire. Then finally at the age of 5 I went to Ione CA. Stayed with my grandparents for a year. Then moved to Texas for a year and half. Then back to Ione with my grandparents then into an apartment complex for 2 years in the same town. Then to a trailer in the same town.

Then I had many falling outs with my mother. Then I moved from that trailer to my grandmothers. Then to a coworkers. Then to my BFF place. Then to my aunt’s place in Sonora. Then back to my moms. That’s where I finally met the love of my life.

We lived together for 9 months in a trailer, that he rented. Then we bought a trailer in the same park . We lived there for a year and half.

Then we moved to Seattle. Moved into a trailer, then to a shelter.  I finally got a job at an apartment complex. We moved into a third floor apartment. We were there for almost 2 years, Then a fourth floor apartment. We were there for almost 2 years. Then a first floor apartment that would accommodate out whole family. Finally that’s where I would stay for 12 years.

My point is I had never lived anywhere my whole life for more than 2 years straight. Even though I am nearly 38 years old.

I am starting to get used to it. I think though I can finally sympathize with those who leave home for the first time.

I’ll put it this way. I may have had many places I lived. But I have only one place I could truly call home.

 

Or So I thought

I am

This is my first time here. Could be my second time. I may have an account I signed up for under another email 5 years ago, and then never really posted anything. It’s entirely possible.

I would have considered myself a social media whore. Still do to an extent. After all Blogging is a part of that. I would never tell someone else to stop FB, or twitter. Hell I am still on twitter for business reasons.

Today has been fascinating. Maybe it was last week. I’m pretty sure it was last week. I went through my facebook and removed people I just had no interest in. Took them out of my feed, then proceeded to add people who I would want to see in my news feed.

I logged in and noticed every page I had ever liked was populating my newsfeed. It was rather frustrating for me. I…

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3am Dangerous Zone and Working With Pride

Excellent. Thank you for sharing

atelier emily

Momoko, Youko Nemu, 3am Dangerous Zone manga

My father lost his job this past January, coincidentally while I was paying them a short visit. It did not come as a surprise to him and – although I wouldn’t put it past him to hesitate discussing his emotions with his daughter – he seems pretty happy about retiring for good, puttering around the house playing Myst or Riven for the 15th time or reading The Hunger Games.

One of the reasons he cited for being fairly happy was that he hadn’t liked how his workload had continued to increase in the latter part of his career. He had felt pressure to be on-call at hours outside of his scheduled work time, and had seen others’ personal lives slowly assimilate into their office lives until they were nearly one and the same. Specifically, he had seen this in his younger peers, and assumed that they would hire a…

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Or So I thought

This is my first time here. Could be my second time. I may have an account I signed up for under another email 5 years ago, and then never really posted anything. It’s entirely possible.

 

I would have considered myself a social media whore. Still do to an extent. After all Blogging is a part of that. I would never tell someone else to stop FB, or twitter. Hell I am still on twitter for business reasons.

 

Today has been fascinating. Maybe it was last week. I’m pretty sure it was last week. I went through my facebook and removed people I just had no interest in. Took them out of my feed, then proceeded to add people who I would want to see in my news feed.

 

I logged in and noticed every page I had ever liked was populating my newsfeed. It was rather frustrating for me. I wanted to keep in genuien touch with those who mattered to me. If I can’t see there stuff then how on earth am I supposed to do that?

 

Do you see now what took me an hour to realize? Maybe you do your on the outside looking in.

So right away I was like that’s it I am going to leave FB and move over to Myspace. <—— seriously????? I made a profile checked it out. Then realized this.

 

Social media the way I saw it was always a great platform for many things. It’s the fast food information highway.

 

Just like all things there is a time, place and now a days a time to implicate them.

I made a resolution. How am I going to keep in contact with all 71 friends?

 

I will get all their emails I thought. That really made me think. Wait do I really want all 71 of these people to have my email address?

That’s when it really put everything into perspective for me. Who Do I want to have my email? Who do I want to talk to on a regular basis? Who did I really want to invest my time in?

 

Well four of those people were in my house. So that was already off the list. A few people have my phone number. I’ll keep them. Then the rest I asked for their email and got. 71 quickly shrank to 4 family members and 13 friends. The Irony half those friends were people I grew up with.

My point is simply this. If you have a populated list of friends on a social media site. What is it gaining you? How long was you’re last conversation, would you invite them to your house? Company BBQ. Trust them with your email and phone number.

The quality of time that I want to give is great. I want to give them actual quality time. Not just a quick like.