So, there I was--freshly exercised, fed, and showered--catching up on internet things before I fell into the sweet arms of Morpheus, when this caught my eye on my twitter feed:

"DodgerofZion: @thelindsayellis Happening pretty close to your backyard: http://bit.ly/bz2nV8"

TRIGGER WARNING (because I didn't think to warn on my twitter, and my sincere apologies to one friend. RECAP: the links regard female genital surgery on very young children conducted AT CORNELL UNIVERSITY. And all because their clits were deemed by the doctors as too big. Oh, and without the consent of the ethics board (though, WTF what the FUCK sort of ethics board ok-ed the first part?!!?) the doctor wants to perform yearly examinations involving stimulation with a vibrating device and a Q-tip. And this research, though the head doctor is a man, the other two doctors whose names are attached to the report are women.)


I clicked the link. And then clicked on this article as well (Bad Vibrations).

I'm just going to let that sink in for a moment.

Ok.

Got it?

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

NO. REALLY.

The only thing these University of Mengele PhD holders deserve is to QUALIFY FOR A DARWIN AWARD. The basis and justification for this procedure and study is horrifying. I DON'T CARE IF YOU CLAIM BIG CLITS MAKE GIRLS AGGRESSIVE, TOMBOYISH, AND *GASP* LESBIANS! The psychological harm of just the physical examination of being sexually stimulated by your "Doctor" as your PARENTS watch has GOT to outweigh the harm of growing up with a clit that doesn't "Look Right".

HAVING GENITAL THAT DOESN'T LOOK "NORMAL" ISN'T AN ISSUE THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED SURGICALLY AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE. AND UNLESS IT SOMEHOW SEVERELY DIMINISHES A PERSON'S QUALITY OF LIFE FOR EITHER HEALTH OR PSYCHOLOGICAL REASON, IT SHOULD NEVER BE AN ISSUE.

This study is bullshit, these doctors' are out of their fucking minds, and I'm mad as hell. Tell me I'm not crazy for thinking this. Please, tell me my outrage isn't misplaced this time.
Much as I love my office job, all this sitting is KILLING me. Now, it's not like I'm an athletic person, far from it. I'm one of nature's laze-abouters. The internet has not helped that in the least. HOWEVER. My body just can't take that sort of abuse. I just CAN'T sit for hours and days on end because my body will become one big pile of HURT. I mean, I managed to wrack up quite a few aches and pains back when I was working in Archaeology, but at least they were strains and things that made sense. Went tramping 2 miles with 50 lbs of bulky equipment? Ok, that ache in my back makes sense! Shifted wet clay for 6+ hours for an entire week? Well, no wonder my arms are sore (and getting a bit toned, nice). Been troweling through glacial fill of highly compacted rocks and dirt? Of COURSE my wrists and forearm is going to be one long OUCH.

But here, while I'm not climbing under/over tables, running up/down stairs, lifting/dragging furniture, I'm sitting on my ass. ALL DAY. I mean, that paper work ain't going to finish itself!

(Oh, that I wish it would!)

But this is causing…problems. Never mind the knots in my shoulders (friends of mine who can beat a back into submission have described as my body's OBVIOUS attempts at building body armor). I've been trying to stretch and stuff, but I just can't shake this absolute PAIN in my lower back. And if I sit for more than an hour, I have to be careful about HOW I get up from my seat. And then I have to be carefully walking for a bit. Which, like I said, IS KILLING ME, because I'm one of those 'sit down/jump up/throw myself back into my chair/leap to my feet again!' sorts.

The minute I start walking and moving and crawling and crouching, my back feels worlds better. But as soon as I sit? I'm back where I started. I can't help but feel this is my body's way of demanding that I get on planning/creating that farming commune of my dreams. 'Look how unhappy I can make you when you aren't outside in the sun and wind and other elements with dirt under your nails and finagling with equipment and dreaming of the things you could grow in a greenhouse complex a'la EPCOT and contemplating the merits of pre-industrial revolution farming methods and the trials and tribulations of goat-raising' it seems to be saying.

ARGH why must I be such a HOBBIT.
This shouldn't make me as irate as it does, but this idiocy has gotten under my collar, and probably because it's exactly the sort of gender bullshit I swear to God I've been butting heads with my whole fucking life.

A brawl ensues at a youth football game because the parents' of the opposing team refused to let their sons play against a team that had a girl player, citing moral reasons for not wanting their sons to 'hit' a girl.

Dear Parents of the Eaton team;
Under the cut because, er, that was longer than I intended. Sorry, I just got REALLY. ANGRY. )

P.S. Oh, and parents of Eaton? It's SOOOOOO obvious you aren't from Long Island, where all girl's lacrosse reigns supreme, and scares the shit out of boys. Girls with sticks, man. There's a reason for myths about Amazon-like cultures throughout the world. We play to KILL.

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