“If he and his maybe-some-day-far-far-in-the-future boyfriend want to tie the knot, they just need to tell his mother and me where to be, and we’ll be there. Hopefully by then they can get married in whichever state they want, but if not, we’ll just travel to one of the cool states and have a great time.”—
Dave, on accepting his seven-year-old son even if he’s gay.
I strongly recommend that you read his wife’s original post, and then the rest of his response. This is parenting at its finest and most perfect.
“We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him.The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.””—
you may or may not have noticed that i’ve been awol from the blog for the last week. shame on me!
i’m sorry that k&e’s been so post-less. here are my excuses:
frankie was back in town last weekend, so i was cuddling her.
i’ve worked 7am until 8pm every day this week, so whenever i was home i was sleepy.
i’ve been wallowing in guilt from missing all my lectures because i’ve been working (i also missed a compulsory tutorial.. oops).
i have had flu-brain and have decided that sickness is my enemy and i do not enjoy its company.
having no voice above a whisper when talking to people is your source of income is sucky. i soldiered through it, completed the week and now i’m worse than ever - it would appear it was just waiting to catch up to me because now i can’t talk at all. i also can’t stop coughing and i don’t like it.
but it’ll pass so that’s my whinging over.
you won’t hear much from me tonight either, sorry. i’m working 6pm until 10pm and then i have to go out for a couple of hours for a friend’s birthday. i’m not sure how that’s going to go just yet.. my poor mum’s going to have a fit thinking of me out in the cold whilst unwell.
wish me luck and posting should be back to normal in a bit, xx
I really hope they name the guide 'The Jungle Book'.
Seattle has started its first 'communal jungle'. Okay, so they’re referring to it as a forest, but doesn’t jungle sound more exciting?!
Seven acres of parkland will soon be full of hundreds of edible plants, with the likes of “walnut and chestnut trees; blueberry and raspberry bushes; fruit trees, including apples and pears; exotics like pineapple, yuzu citrus, guava, persimmons, honeyberries, and lingonberries; herbs; and more" amongst them, and everything will be available to the public.
“People worried, ‘What if someone comes and takes all the blueberries?’ That could very well happen, but maybe someone needed those blueberries. We look at it this way—if we have none at the end of blueberry season, then it means we’re successful.” - Margarett Harrison, lead landscape architect.
The people behind the Beacon Food Forest Project hope that the park will be just like a real forest and sustain itself and all of the growth within it.
So, congratulations on your massive communal garden, Seattle. It’s awesome.
Yes, that’s right, the perfect companion is a pen. But it’s no ordinary pen, my friends. Oh, no. I bought this pen last week from kikki.K for two dollars after I borrowed one of the shop-assistant’s to sign a receipt.
For one brief moment it was within my fingertips, gliding across the thin page with a delicate inky script - yes, ink can be both inky and delicate, who knew - and the moment I returned it to the lady, I just knew. I knew I had to have one to write with whenever I pleased.
Two small dollars later and the Kitchen pen was mine.. though, truthfully, I chose it because the utensils remind me of lotus plants and all the others were pink.
If you remember, I was really hesitant about the fact that 21 Jump Street (one of the best shows ever) was being remade for a movie.. and that Jonah Hill was behind it.. and that Channing Tatum was going to be in it, too.
Well, I spoke too soon/I take it all back/Yadda yadda yadda. I saw it tonight at the movies and it was hilarious! It didn’t detract from the perfection of the original - in fact, it tended to pay homage to it.
A really good job was done on this movie (which even poked fun at itself at times) and I wholeheartedly enjoyed however much of it I actually saw between my fits of laughter.
I must admit though, the highlights for me were the cameos from original 21 Jump Street cast members, Holly Robinson Peete, Peter DeLuise and Johnny Depp as Judy Hoffs, Doug Penhall and Tom Hanson respectively. Perfectly done.
Well, I didn’t meet him because we’ve been in the same tutorial for four weeks, but we had a good chat today and it was awesome.
He has red hair and laughs a lot. We’re both ‘repeaters’ (aka bad first year students).
When he asked me what I was reading and I replied with Dante's Purgatory, he started a conversation about it. Yeah, it’s not often someone starts a conversation with me about Dante but this guy did! He said that he was studying history as one of his electives and that they’d mentioned The Divine Comedy but that he’d never read it. Upon further study though, he was disappointed that Purgatory was nothing like Supernatural made it out to be - no monsters or anything.
Oh, wait a second. Did I forget to mention that he’s also a huge fan of my favourite show ever? Yeah. He is.
He owns them all on DVD and made a point of mentioning that he keeps everything in alphabetical order. He was also super excited for me when I said I was going to All Hell Breaks Loose III in May.
I immediately told him that we’re going to be such good friends.
the butterfly weaves its way through the air in the same patterns, tracing messages that mean ‘forever’ on top of those of ‘love me’, ‘please’ and ‘come back’.
at times in swirls that test its slight little wings in their venture to carry the heaving body on and on, and at other times in tiny dips - up and down, up and down, painting out its heartbeat with the wind.
the butterfly continues weaving and painting and dancing, effort growing, strength tireless, as it waits for its long-since-seen love to return home.
I picked up the trilogy by Suzanne Collins from Lil a few days ago and got through them fairly quickly. I wasn’t sure that I’d like them. I’m not sure why. Maybe because I was getting tired of hearing about them, or because I’d heard about the Games themselves and didn’t want to read about something so horrific; maybe because I’d heard they were simply written. Well, despite all that I found myself enjoying them and easily immersed myself in the story.
Late to the party again though, I know. Anyway, I’m trying to piece together my thoughts on the whole thing.
The Hunger Games was pretty flawlessly put together and my only criticism is in the character of Katniss and her blindness. While I understand that she’s never had many people love her and she’s in a.. high-stress environment, it can’t be too hard to tell that the poor boy is lovesick and not in the midst of some ruse!
Catching Fire I liked far more than I thought I would. I liked the twist of the victor’s Hunger Games and that I was told more about the other tributes. Again, my greatest criticism is Katniss, but this time it’s because she’s consistently selfish. She serious needs some Dating 101 classes because kissing two guys all the time and pleading confusion grows old pretty fast.
Mockingjay is a tough one because I loved it up until the last 25 pages. I liked being out of the Games and into their real and very much disintegrating world, I liked seeing Peeta’s horribly twisted mind at play, I liked that Katniss had to face some consquences. And then they flipped everything on itself in the last handful of pages, came to some hasty conclusions and produced a ‘happy ending’ that lacked any finality, peace and romance (in my opinion, these are essential in happy endings).
Don’t get me wrong, I am more than pleased with her final choice, just disappointed in the fact that she sort of had that choice made for her instead of continuing to be the strong-willed, get-what-you-want-by-going-after-it, beat-everything-despite-it-not-being-in-your-favour kind of survivor she’d been for almost three books.
Maybe the world of movies will drag it out a bit more and please me with a touch more romance? Oh, well. We’ll soon see. I know I’m going to love the movies regardless!
Ps. Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson? Yes, please!
because i’m an awesome friend and penpal, i decided to take a quick trip to the letterbox around the corner (literally a five minute walk) in an attempt to beat the postie (i did) and get this letter sent. i thought, it’ll be fine! it’s only drizzling and i love a good walk in the rain when i’m by myself. should be lovely.
wrooooonng. a minute into the walk the day’s ominous rain was back and much heavier than it had been in the last twelve hours. i was completely drenched through in seconds, hair flat to my head and i couldn’t see anything through my glasses. the people i passed huddled under their verandas must have thought i was a madwoman, taking a casual stroll in that weather.
i would be irritated that i now have to dry my clothes and wait for my shoes to lose their puddles, except i enjoyed myself far too much to care!