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March 17th, 2014
02:23 pm

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Revelation's campaign is in its final hours!
If you're thinking of contributing to the IndieGoGo campaign, now is the time to do it. It only has 34 hours left!

Bras of the right size are almost impossible to find in the United States, so I'm doing something to change that.

Revelation will carry a full range of sizes, 28 - 46 A - KK (UK) from Panache, Freya, Curvy Kate, The Little Bra Company, Ewa Michalak, and Avocado.

Since my background is corsetmaking, I understand the importance of a good and comfortable fit. When I measure you, I'll measure you properly, without adding inches, and I'll take into account your shape as well as your size.

I'm also going to include a mini-museum that showcases the history of bras. I'll start with Victorian corsets, move on to bust improvers, and show examples of bras through the decades.

Revelation is opening in April at 3974 Piedmont Avenue in Oakland. Please come by and say hello!

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March 6th, 2014
09:57 am

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I'm opening a shop!
I am about to open a brick and mortar lingerie shop in Oakland!

Revelation will have a full range of sizes, 28 - 46 A - KK (UK) from Panache, Curvy Kate, Avocado, The Little Bra Company, Ewa Michalak, and Freya. I'm especially excited about Avocado and Ewa Michalak, who are Polish companies and, as far as I know, aren't sold anywhere else in the US.

I have a business loan, and I'm running an IndieGoGo campaign to help raise funds to open the shop. I have lots of great perks available, including a private after-hours fitting party. Please contribute if you can, and share it with anyone you can think of who is interested in beautiful, well-fitting bras.

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August 12th, 2013
10:08 pm

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A fit analysis.
New blog post!

In which I demonstrate how far off the mark "professional" fittings are.

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August 8th, 2013
02:56 pm

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Claiming one's space
So I went lindy hopping the other night, which was fun and I should do it more often. There was a Jack and Jill dance contest that night, which I watched from the sidelines.

One guy, who I'd danced with earlier, sat next to me and we chatted a bit about the contest. He also exhibited Male Leg Syndrome - you know, that thing where guys sit with their legs as wide as possible, I guess to air out their enormous testicles. The chairs were narrow, so his doing this meant I had to sit with my legs crossed and turned away if I wanted any of my own space. I considered moving one chair down, but discarded that idea as too obviously rude, and really, why should I be the one who has to move?

After a few minutes of this, I said lightly, "I know guys like to sit with their legs spread, but you're in my space." He made a joke of it, not without some bad grace (I could have done without the mincing), and he kept his damn legs in his own space for the rest of the contest. He was obviously a little put out, but you know what? I don't care and it doesn't matter. It's not my job to make him feel comfortable or apologize for asking for my own space. Women are socialized to soothe egos and make sure everyone feels comfortable, and I certainly felt the urge to rekindle the conversation in order to smooth over the moment of awkwardness. I'm rejecting those urges. I get to have my own space, and I don't need to apologize for it.

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July 15th, 2013
06:59 pm

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Comedy from Victoria's Secret.
This weekend, I accompanied my friend while she went bra shopping at Victoria's Secret and Macy's. Miraculously, she found two in her size (32DD) that were on sale. Score!

They offered to measure me, too. Sure, I said politely, I've never been measured here. The associate first measured around my armpits, across the top of my chest. (This is an incredibly dumb measurement. You'll notice that most women do not, in fact, wear their bras across the top of the chest.) Then she measured my full bust. I could see her counting under her breath, and she looked alarmed when she clearly went past VS's available sizes. Still, she proclaimed me "a 36DDD" and handed me one to try on.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no. My actual size is 32HH. That's two band sizes too big and four cup volumes too small. (The volume of 36DDD = 34FF = 32G.) I tried the bra for the sake of the experiment, and it fit exactly like you'd expect. The band rode up badly in the back, I was quadboobing out of it, and the center front stood out a good three inches.

To her credit, she didn't try to convince me that it fit, although when she checked on me, I already looked pretty skeptical and the fit was REALLY bad, so I think she knew it was a lost cause. I said gently, "Usually when I measure, I measure at the underbust. I normally wear 32HH." "I bet that fits a lot better." "Yeah, it does." She then asked if I worked in the industry, and I said no, I'm a corsetmaker. "Oh, that makes sense!" she replied.

Afterwards, we went to a specialty bra boutique (Ma Cherie et Moi in Santa Rosa) that sold Belgian and German bras. I tried on one that was labeled 32I, the largest cup size they had. European sizing is different from the UK system, and the saleslady, even after five years at this store, could not explain to me how the sizing worked, so I'm not sure what the UK equivalent to an I cup is. Of course it was much too small, and she suggested I go up a band size. I pointed out that the reason the band looked too small was because the cup was far too small, and going up a band size would just make the band ride up. She brushed that aside, clearly not believing me that a too-small cup can make a correctly sized band appear too small.

...I really just need to open my own shop. This is a tractable, solvable problem! The bras exist; they just aren't being properly distributed, and most "professional" fitters have no idea what they're doing.

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April 17th, 2013
11:13 pm

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Hey look! Tails!
Lots of them.

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January 24th, 2013
03:37 pm

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Fuck the TSA.
Here's what happened at the Honolulu Airport on my way home.

I was directed to the invasive bodyscanning machine, so I chose to opt out. They called me back and asked me to point out which bins in the x-ray were my things. The agent who picked up my bins stacked them on top of each other, and totally ignored me when I said hey, one of the bags has a fragile item, please don't stack them. I tried to get her attention, but she just kept walking and would not listen. She put my stuff down, told me not to touch it, and then asked if I wanted to be searched in a private room. I said no, because this is a violation of rights and I want it public. She rolled her eyes and gave me a brief spiel about the patdown: that she would use the front of her hands to search me, the back for sensitive parts, and did I have any sensitive areas or medical conditions? I said no, and she had me turn around to begin the search. That was the last thing she said until I protested.

She flung my hair out of the way and ran her hands down my back. She was rough, so I flinched and arched away. She pulled up my shirt in back with no warning and yanked on my waistband, which was not something she mentioned in her initial warning spiel. I was obviously not comfortable, but she went ahead and ran her hand up my leg and hit my groin. At that point, I said, "HEY!" and turned around, and asked her to please warn me when she was going to touch a sensitive area.

She said "I'm not required to do that."
I said, "I'm just asking for a simple thing, can you please tell me when you are about to touch sensitive areas?"
"I'm not required to do that. We have a procedure and I am not changing the procedure. We don't change it for anyone."
"Every other agent I've worked with has given me warnings and let me know. That's all I'm asking for."
"I'm not required to do that."

At this point she got the attention of the private security guard who was standing nearby, plus another TSA agent. She said I needed to submit to the search if I was going to opt out. She mentioned a private room again. I kept asking for warnings, she kept saying that she wasn't required to do that, and eventually they started leading me away. I thought at first that they were going to take me to a private room, which I was not OK with, but then they walked me to the security exit point. I said to all of them in turn, "Please tell me what is going on. What are you doing?" None of them answered. The private security guard kept asking to see my boarding pass, and he would not answer my questions until I gave it to him. While he was looking at it and making notes in his pad, I turned to the original agent and said, "Look, I'm not asking you to change your procedure. I just want warnings. Every other agent I've worked with has narrated the pat-down. Please look at me when I'm talking to you." She had her head turned and was ignoring me. When I asked her to look at me, she did and said, "We don't change our procedures." I said her procedure didn't match my experience, and she said, "That's not true," and looked away again.

They made me step to the other side of the exit because security is a "sterile area." The private security guard kept making notes, but wouldn't let me see them or tell me what he was writing. The other TSA agent said to the guard, "We won't let her through again. Make sure she doesn't come through." They said this before telling me directly that I had to leave security. Meanwhile, I can't see where Starchy is (he also opted out), and I'm getting upset because nobody is telling me anything. I tried talking to the other TSA agent and telling her what happened, but she just said, "I don't know, I wasn't there," and walked away. By this time, the first agent who was rough with me had walked away. I never saw her again after that point. I asked the guard if I could speak to her supervisor, and he said no, she IS a supervisor.

The guard told me to file a complaint. I called Starchy at this point to tell him they'd kicked me out, but only got voice mail. I don't remember the exact conversations at this point, but the guard and TSA agents who were still standing around me basically told me that I wouldn't be able to go through security again, too bad, so sad, and that it had been my choice because I refused the search. Which is complete bullshit; at no point did they say to me that if I didn't submit I would be escorted out; they just put me through the exit and told me afterwards that I'd made that choice. They never gave me the option to go through the scanner or get another agent to search me. Never. The speed at which they kicked me out was dizzying - as soon as I put up any kind of protest, however minor, I was considered trouble. Nobody made any effort to negotiate with me or try to get me through security after the initial problem.

By this time Starchy had figured out that I hadn't gotten through security, and he came through the exit to find me. He can corroborate and fill in details after this point.

At some point the guard asked if I wanted to take this to the next level. I asked what that meant, and he said talking to the supervisor's supervisor. Of course I said yes immediately. The supervisor came over, handed me a paper complaint form, and said "Is there anything else?" I said yes, I want to tell you what happened, and told him about the rough patdown. He didn't really respond to that. He said asked if I was willing to go through security. I said yes, but not the scanner. He said, "It's not an x-ray or a millimeter wave. It just scans under your clothing." (This was his first noticeable lie.) I said I was absolutely willing to go through the metal detector, and he said that would be fine, and then he gave me his number and told me to call him when I was ready to go through. (I wouldn't have been able to go through security without him since I was banned by the earlier agents.) I was pretty upset at this point, so Starchy and I went to sit down for a while.

Perhaps 20 minutes later I called Cain, and he met me at the security entrance. He took us to the head of the line, then disappeared as soon as we got to the first agent who checks IDs. I was confused about why he left, and the agent pointed me to the scanner. I said no, the supervisor had given me permission to go through the metal detector, and the agent just shook his head. I couldn't see Cain anywhere at this point, so I had no choice but to say I was opting out again. This was Cain's second lie: he'd promised me earlier that I could go through the metal detector, but I was forced into another pat-down.

They led me through the gate to the search area, and there Cain was, watching. A new TSA agent was there to search me. She turned out to be much better than the original one. Before the search, I asked her to please narrate the search and tell me what she was doing. She did it exactly right: she gave me the introductory spiel, and then said "Ok, turn around, put your hands out... I'm going to pick up your hair... now I'm checking your back... now I'm checking your waistband... now I'm going to run my hands up your leg until I feel resistance..." et cetera. She was polite and respecful, inasmuch as someone can be while still doing something that shouldn't be happening at all. She also didn't run her hand into my groin the way the first one did; I barely felt her hand there.

When the search was done, I asked Cain for the first agent's name, which is Stso. Parker. (He wouldn't tell me what "Stso." stood for; he just said "it means she's a supervisor." The private guard came up to me and asked for my driver's license so he could take down the number. I gave it to him and asked why, and he said for his report. I asked what was in the report and if I could see it, and he said, "Oh, it's just for the airport's records." Of course this totally creeped me out, but I wasn't really in a position to do anything about it. I would like to see that report. I am sure it is full of inaccuracies and elisions.

In summary: The TSA kicked me out for demonstrating discomfort at a rough pat-down.

Other people have had such worse things happen to them, like medical devices removed and other awful, invasive things. On the scale of it, my violation was relatively minor. (Thankfully I have never been the victim of a sexual assault, so it didn't trigger horrible memories. I said to Angel Ponce, the private security guard, "The search was really invasive. What if I had been a rape victim?", and he said, "You would still have to submit to the search.") The degree of violation and the response makes it awful. I mean, the protest I made was so tiny, and the smackdown was so swift and uncompromising. Looking back, I think it's clear they had been trained on how to deal with "troublemakers" like me: get them out of security before they know what's going on, don't answer questions, make them scared and upset, make them meek so they don't make further trouble, engage them as little as possible. Make it look like they are really going to throw you out of security and strand you.

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September 20th, 2012
11:41 pm

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http://item.rakuten.co.jp/love-journey/5657b-orange/

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August 20th, 2012
08:33 pm

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Good thing I'm not going to Dragon*Con
Dragon*Con has made an official statement telling the Back Up Ribbon Project to fuck off.

This is incredibly poor form on their part, not to mention stupid. There's a problem with harassment at conventions, and reducing the avenues people have to deal with harassment is completely backwards. This boogeyman they bring up, of some shady character misusing the ribbons, is pure fantasy, as far as I can tell. The ribbon project is a small effort to make convention spaces just a little safer; taking away the ribbons will help nothing. Telling people to depend on badge and key checks and increased security presence is ridiculous, since much of the harassment at cons comes from attendees, not random people, and police are not known for their fantastic ability to deal with complaints of harassment. Also, many instances of harassment are not illegal, and therefore are below the purview of the police, so telling people to just report it to the police is nonsensical.

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July 11th, 2012
09:10 pm

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Mama bat rays!
Today was my second day at the aquarium. You don't get a blog post for the first day, because I am lazy.

We started the day with food prep, which is easily the most disgusting thing I've ever done. There's a kitchen with a walk-in freezer that stores all the food for the fish, which is mostly krill, shrimp, sardines, market squid, anchovies, and salmon steaks (for the sevengill sharks). It also has ginormous refrigerators for the food to thaw. The food is in trays, and you have to transfer it to big feed buckets. By hand.

The little krill wasn't so bad; it was so small that a big handful of it just feels like mush. It's smelly, but still cold so not horrifically bad, and transferring this is easy peasy. There's a ton of it so it takes a while and you have to rinse it, then press it through the net to get the excess water out, a bit like pressing watery cheese through a cheesecloth. No, the next step up is when it gets gross. This krill is larger, several inches long, and when you pick up a giant handful, you can feel all the legs. Every single one. Fortunately, the krill was still cold, so my fingers went a bit numb and I stopped being able to feel all the legs.

Next was the market squid, which were in a big metal bucket, sitting in their own juicy greyish brown soup. These were fine at first - hey, no legs! - but after the first couple of handfuls, I felt something... sharp. I thought it was a squid beak at first and had to step away for a minute or two and do something else (I weighed the other food buckets) before I was ready to reach in again. It turned out not to be the beaks that were sharp, but the squid ends. They feel like soft thorns, which is not at all what I was expecting.

Food prep done (yay!), I went upstairs to set up my gear. I brought my own BCD this week because I really don't like the ones the aquarium supplies, which are generic BCs that require weight belts, which turns out to be really uncomfortable for me because I am short, and the BC fights with the weight belt for placement and makes it hard to bend. I <3 my BC; it's made to fit women, it zips up instead of buckling, it's back-inflate, and it has trim weight pockets. SO MUCH BETTER. I do like the aquarium's wetsuits; they are semi-dry and in good shape. They're too long, of course, so they bunch at the knees and elbows, but all wetsuits do that on me.

Before we could get in the tanks, the vets had to perform ultrasounds on three of the bat rays, who were suspected of being pregnant. Two people got into the quarantine tank, which is waist-deep, and cornered the rays with a hammock-like net, inasmuch as you can corner anything in a perfectly round tank. The first ray took this treatment and the ultrasound with surprising equanimity. She didn't start protesting until she'd been in the examining net for quite a while. The next two were harder to catch, and flapped their wings in protest. I don't know exactly how big they were, but bat rays can get to a wingspan of 6'. They are not small, so the flapping caused a good deal of splashing. Once the second one was out, she insistently spy-hopped by the net.

I couldn't really read the ultrasound, but it sure looked like there was a baby bat ray in the first one. (The topside of the aquarium is loud, so it was hard to hear what the vets were saying.) The next couple ones were less clear, and I was setting up my gear nearby, so I didn't pay close attention.

In the tanks! We started with T2, which has the big fish and the sharks. We vacuumed the bottom (HUGE PAIN OMG VACUUMING UNDERWATER IS HARD), scrubbed the acrylic tunnels, and did an underwater broadcast feed of the squid to the bat rays, skates, and shovelnose guitarfish*. During the vacuum, Riah found two mermaid purses (skate eggs).

Lenny, the six foot blind sturgeon, is a pest. He was right at my elbow as soon as I got in the water with the bucket of chum, and he turned upside down and made nomming motions with his mouth. That's clearly learned behavior, as he's fed by hand. Someone shakes a rattle underwater and lowers a target, and he bops the target with his nose, turns upside down, and receives his food from above. Later, when Riah and I were on the bottom with our buckets in the narrowest part of the tunnel, between the acrylic and the protruding rock work with barely enough room for us, Lenny chose that moment to swim right between us. I had to put out my hand to make sure he didn't thwack me with his tail on the way out.

The bat rays, especially the big females, are like puppies. Once we got further down the tank, they surrounded us, wanting to be fed. The skates and guitarfish were too shy to be fed by hand, but the rays were happy to take food directly. I nearly put my knee on one eager ray.

Oh yeah, that tank? That's the one with the sevengill sharks. The biggest one is nine feet long.

*I am not making up that name.

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June 5th, 2012
06:05 pm

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Hey look, two posts in one day!
You should all come visit the Aquarium of the Bay this summer, where I will wave to you from inside the tank. I'll be volunteering there as a scuba diver. This mostly means cleaning the tanks. It also means feeding the sevengill sharks, the wolf eels, and others who need close monitoring.

So yeah, cleaning up starfish ick, but I'll get to hang out with the GIANT SEA BASS and the OCTOPUS and LENNY*. I <3 Lenny.

In six months, my bouyancy control is going to be awesome.

I might need to get fins. The aquarium provides a BCD and a wetsuit, but not a mask and fins. I've had a hard time finding fins that fit correctly; most of the ones I've tried hurt in one way or another, or both.

*Lenny is a six foot long blind sturgeon who has been trained to come when he's called so he can be fed. He likes belly rubs. Really.

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01:47 pm

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Name change
The bad news: It costs $395 to file a name change with the court in California. I can't afford that.

The good news: I can file a fee waiver.

The bad news: I still have to pay a newspaper to publish a name change announcement for four weeks, and I can't waive that fee. It'll cost me $110 to do that.

This is VERY ANNOYING.

OH YEAH, I forgot the other irritating thing: The newspaper doesn't say anywhere on its website what the publication fee is. You have to fill out a form with all your information first before they'll tell you what they charge. (I filled it out with foo, bar, etc. because I just wanted to know what the stupid fee was. They'll have a bogus form on their website when they pull up the filled forms, and it's their own damn fault.)

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February 16th, 2012
06:10 pm

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Cat psychology
I give my cats treats after I make them do something unpleasant, like clip their claws and give them Advantage. For Yakko, this means he looks for the treat immediately after he's had his claws clipped. He has figured out how this works.

For Dot? It has made her afraid of the treats. I shake the treat bag, and she cringes, glares at me, and runs away. I have to convince her that it's okay to eat the treat, and I have to keep Yakko away from her share or he'll just eat all of them. I think maybe I should start giving them treats without an accompanying task, which is what I just did, and Dot was still afraid of the treat bag.

Yakko, of course, agrees with me.

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November 14th, 2011
01:50 pm

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More things seen
A tiny active octopus, tooling around on the sand, black and spiky and smooth and tan by turns, not quite scared enough by the giant maybe-predators to ink.

A yellow nudibranch, looking exactly like a lemon wedge on an ocean cocktail.

Teeny tiny sand dollars and sanddabs. No relation.

Sun stars, bat stars, leather stars, ochre stars in a profusion of colors.

Sunlight streaming through a rocky kelp forest.

A brown rockfish chasing my divemaster out of its territory.

Two large sea cucumbers, looking like kelp leaves until I noticed they had curvature and a suspicious mouth at one end.

Big waves at the entry point, which knocked me down and stole my fin. Twice. Fin was miraculously found again, twice, and I made it through the waves eventually.

A juvenile harbor seal, wanting to play and possibly see if we had fish in the float nearby (that wasn't ours).

(Being knocked down by waves while wearing scuba gear is pretty scary. Under normal circumstances, you get knocked over and it's no big deal. You might get saltwater in your mouth, but you can stand up pretty easily multiple times as you make your way back. Wearing scuba gear is a different matter: It's so heavy that standing up is no small task, and if you end up on your back without enough water to support you, it's even harder to get up again because you have no leverage. Fortunately that didn't happen to me and I got out pretty quickly. I had to take a break before getting back in, though, and even sitting down in scuba gear is tiring.)

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November 4th, 2011
12:52 pm

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Invertebrates Unite!
Octopi Oakland!

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August 22nd, 2011
12:00 am

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Under the sea
I was under the Pacific Ocean today with four of my favorite people and it was awesome.

Things seen: An otter up close on the surface, washing and rolling and washing and wondering if we had abalone to steal.

Lots of tube anemones - a garden of them.

Little bubbling things on the sandy sea floor; these were either crabs or anemones.

Kelp. Of course. It was Monterey.

Two cormorants buzzed right past me underwater at eye level, about a foot away.

Lots and lots of sea stars: a rainbow assortment of ochres, bat stars, a leather star, and an ochre star the size of a dinner plate. A BIG dinner plate.

Tiny strawberry and aggregating anemones on the rock wall.

Things I didn't see, but my friends did:

Several fried-egg jellies.

An octopus!! Little, but still: octopus!

A sculpin (probably).

Lots of flatfish, probably juvenile sanddabs.

A goby (again, probably.)

There will be more of this.

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July 6th, 2011
01:49 pm

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Why I'm sad at Richard Dawkins
First, he left a couple of really dumb comments on Pharyngula. (His first comment is #75, second is #104.) I totally thought it was a better than average troll at first, but PZ confirmed later that it really was Dawkins. He's had a tin ear regarding women's issues before, but I hadn't seen anything nearly this bad. PZ made another post in which he disagrees with Dawkins and outlines exactly why. At #50, Dawkins asked people to explain exactly why it was a problem in the first place. It's astonishing, but he apparently really is that obtuse.

A bunch of people wrote letters explaining why at Skepchick. My letter is included. It's a good deal more restrained than it could have been - I'm furious with him, and I really hope he he figures things out and apologizes to Rebecca Watson and the rest of the feminist atheist community.

Current Mood: sadsad

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February 22nd, 2011
05:05 pm

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Dear National Geographic
It's 2011, as you may have noticed, and yet you have the following headline in your March issue: "The Age of Man."

Really?

Really?

You should know better.

Current Mood: annoyedannoyed

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December 8th, 2010
11:59 am

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I Write Letters
...and so does summer_jackel.

To the Board of Directors of Peninsula Peace and Justice,

We would like to bring an issue to your attention regarding one of the vendors at your upcoming Holiday Craft Fair. We have deep concerns about the ethics of Mickaboo, who are holding three cockatiels belonging to James Spaid.

The birds were joint property of James and Cody Spaid, who are now divorcing. They had verbally agreed that Mr. Spaid would keep them, but Ms. Spaid surrendered the birds to Mickaboo without Mr. Spaid's knowledge or consent. Mickaboo has refused to return them despite the fact that Mr. Spaid has provided them with proof of ownership, including vet records and written statements of the birds' previous owners. Mickaboo has refused to work with Mr. Spaid to resolve this situation, instead forcing him to join it in a divorce suit and expend enormous legal fees to regain custody of his pets.

One of the birds is elderly and all three have special medical needs. Recent legal communications revealed that one of the cockatiels is gravely ill with cancer, but Mickaboo has not allowed Mr. Spaid to see her, nor have they provided much information about the health of his beloved birds.

As parrot owners and firm believers in social justice, we believe that Mickaboo is an unethical organization and it should not be supported unless it dramatically changes its policies and returns Aki, Aya, and Alycone to their home. We are deeply concerned about this issue. As a Palo Alto resident who has worked with other pet rescues, I am shocked at how Mickaboo has handled this situation.

We ask that Mickaboo be removed from your list of organizations represented at your upcoming craft fair. Thank you very much for your attention in this matter.

Sincerely,

corpsefairy and summer_jackel


If anyone else out there in lj-land would like to send a similar letter, the relevant email address is board@peaceandjustice.org. Their website is here. Feel free to crib from this one as much as you like. More background on this can be found here and here. Yes, that means that the cockatiels that Mickaboo stole have been gone since MAY.

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November 30th, 2010
07:41 pm

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Emails I Really Want to Send, but Shouldn't, Pt. 1
Dear Ms. Basil,

Please stop giving Ms. Rosemary grief over the scheduling at your workplace. It's causing her stress, and it's totally unnecessary. The fact that you do not wish to work on the same day as Ms. Rosemary is completely your problem, not hers. The fact that you keep trying to make it her problem is unprofessional, not to mention discourteous.

Ms. Rosemary is your co-worker. It is completely normal to request that a co-worker switch days with you. It is completely absurd to ask a co-worker to not come in at all on days when you happen to work.

It's bullshit. Grow up and cut it out.

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October 22nd, 2010
03:35 pm

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Totally creeped out
Okay, so I listen to the radio in my car. I try not to listen to ads because they make me stabby, but sometimes I can't change the channel immediately - maybe I'm merging, or looking for a new street, or I'm just not paying attention, and so I do hear some ads. Today I heard part of one that totally creeped me out, and I'm going to share it with you all so you can be creeped out too.

First Woman: Hey, that's a great new blouse you're wearing! Where did you get it?

Second Woman: I got it from Chase!

First Woman: I didn't know you were dating a guy named Chase. Hey everyone, did you hear that? Margaret's got a new boyfriend named Chase!

At this point, I turned it off because I was totally skeeved out. Obviously, the ad is for Chase, the bank, and it's probably about some reward thingy to get you to use your credit card. Anyway, that's not important - what's important is that the ad was constructing a bank as your romantic partner. Equating your bank to your boyfriend - how gross is that? They just sexualized a financial institution.

Ew ew ew ew ew ew. *scrubs brain out with bleach*

Ew.

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September 17th, 2010
09:50 pm

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Silas & Natasha
Can anyone help Natasha and Silas?

I'm moving to Palo Alto, which means I can no longer foster for ICRA, which
is based in Alameda. (Also, my lease stipulates two cats, so I can't justify
moving in with four even if two are temporary.) Normally, Natasha and Silas
would go to another foster home in ICRA, but they are completely out of
foster space. Merry, who runs ICRA, is looking for space for them, but all
her foster homes already have a full complement of cats.

This means that Silas and Natasha will end up in a cage in Merry's
garage, which is basically ICRA's mini-shelter. I am really worried that if
they go into cages, they will regress significantly. They were feral rescues
and they're still shy with strangers, although they are incredibly sweet and
affectionate at home. (Natasha woke me up this morning by walking over me
and purring, and then she sat up and clapped.)

I really don't want them to live in a cage! They've been in my house for almost a year, and they've made incredible progress with their socialization. If anyone can help, even for a little while, please call or email me.

Edited to add links to their ICRA pages.

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August 6th, 2010
07:15 pm

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SLEEVES OF DOOM
I'm building an early 1890s day dress out of ivory and blue plaid in silk dupioni.

OH MY GOD THE SLEEVES ARE HUGE. They did not fuck around with sleeves in the 1890s.

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May 20th, 2010
12:40 pm

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Berkeley Humane Society fire
This is just awful. If anyone can help, please do. Fifteen cats died in a fire this morning at the Berkeley Humane Society shelter. They need donations to rebuild and temporary fosters to care for the 10 surviving cats.

Current Mood: sadsad

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May 14th, 2010
09:40 pm

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Voting recommendations
Election day is coming up, and there are some important propositions on the California ballot. We won't have a big turnout this time because it's a primary in a non-major election year, and there are props that really oughtn't pass. My recommendations follow.

Proposition 14: A resounding NO. This is the "open primary" proposition. On the face of it, it might sound like a good idea - it opens up primary elections to non-party members, so any voter regardless of party affiliation can vote in any primary. However, if you look at the analysis, it very clearly reduces voter choice in the main election. Under the current system, only registered party members can vote in the primaries, but every candidate who wins their primary will make it to the main election. This means that you have about half a dozen different candidates to choose from in the main election from the different parties.

Under the proposed system, only the top two candidates across all parties will make it to the main election. This will reduce voter choice, not increase it as the proposition claims. It's also vulnerable to the possibility that voters in the main election will be forced to choose between two candidates from the same party. The overall effect of this proposition will be to squeeze out any candidates from minor parties, even more so than they are now. Vote no on 14.

Proposition 15: Yes. This proposition repeals the ban on public funding for political campaigns. At the moment, most campaigns in California must be privately funded - which means corporate donors. I think we have enough corporate control of government without encouraging more. This proposition (I hope) will reduce a small bit of corporate control. (I don't have a strong opinion about this one; my Yes recommendation is mild.)

Proposition 16: OH HELL NO. This proposition was written and funded entirely by PG&E. Cynically titled the "Taxpayers Right to Vote" act, Prop 16 will increase PG&E's monopoly hold on California by making it much more difficult for municipalities to create their own utilities or purchase energy from sources other than PG&E. It will nearly eliminate the possibility of any kind of competition for PG&E. This is the worst proposition on the ballot, and we need to soundly defeat it.

Proposition 17: Dude no way. This is another proposition that was written for the sole benefit of a corporation. It will allow auto insurance companies to base their prices on your history of insurance coverage. What this means is that if you have a lapse in coverage for any reason, no matter how small the lapse or what the reason, your insurance company can raise your rates. The proposition is worded as if it will allow insurance companies to offer you a discount for having continuous coverage, but what that really means is that they will prey on you if your coverage is ever discontinuous. Again, it's worth noting who sponsored this proposition, and the answer is Mercury Insurance. No on 17.

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