Random

I love my hair this way, but at this length, it gets in my eyes a lot. And in my nose.

I want one of those sandwich-maker things, where you build your sandwich and then close the machine on it and the machine squishes it all up and toasts the bread and makes the tomato slices warm.

I realized this morning that the random crud I've been feeling is probably not due to plant allergies, but due to the fact that they're repainting the elevator lobby at my office and the ventilation sucks (it's one of those hermetically sealed buildings and the windows don't even open). The entire floor reeks of paint and spackle. I think that adequately explains the random.

Kids today, with their morals and their dignity...

I'm having an argument with teenagers about Brittany Spears.

I hate Brittany Spears. I think her music sucks, her lyrics are appalling, and she's a total corporate creation, a Disney spinoff trying to have a life. It's hard to take her seriously, artistically, so her numerous artistic failures are irrelevant.

Various kids claim that, by being sexy, Brittany Spears is setting back the cause of women's equality. Women are apparantly not supposed to be sexy. It impedes our quest for equality to be sexy, and Brittany is over the line into trashy. Comparisons to prostitution and porn are flying (I'm trying to point out that production values on porn are lower than those on Brittany's videos and prostitutes don't get custom designer clothes or backup dancers). Women are supposed to be smart and make the world better (direct quote). No sex is involved in this project.

Problems with this stance include:
1. Who wants to be feminist if it means you never get laid?
2. We're supposed to be aiming for equal rights and equal opportunities for everyone (including the opportunity to get laid), not moral superiority over the people with Y chromosomes.
3. If our cause is so weak that one woman can impede it by strapping herself into a tube top and wiggling for the camera, our cause can't be worth much.
4. I think there is a time and place for raunchiness, tackiness and attractive writhing, and if MTV isn't such a place, where the hell is?

I've been trying to sell them on the merits of active, positive female sexuality. They aren't buying. I'm frustrated. THey should be buying. If they'd ever *had* good sex, they probably would be...