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Many things to think about today. I slept better, thanks.

Here's an interesting rant about how there seems to be a lot of media attention on attempts to prove that feminists suck. Firstly a study that shows that people who shack up are more likely to get divorced. It mentioned that mostly women want to get married and men don't, so the men are the ones who decide if marriage actually happens. The author made a good point that the study does not show a smidge of causation in shacking up and divorce rates, and it's buried down in there that a more likely candidate for causation is low income.

There's also a reference to some Today Show interviewee who thinks the 'June Cleaver' model is coming back. Because women are happier when they can focus on their kids instead of their careers (which also coincidentally is only possible in higher-income families, as a rule). Now, I have no problem with this on the surface. I am lucky enough to get to play hausfrau in preference to being a career woman... but this has nothing to do with my vaginal status. When hub was un/underemployed, I was the main breadwinner. What irks is the assumption that women suffer because they want to have it all, so they should just get back in the kitchen dammit. Also, it's usually seen as 'family versus career', by the way, where 'family' is assumed to mean children. Spouse is optional. *pthbpbpbpbpbp*( more ranting )

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We watched '30 Days', the show done by the Supersize Me guy. It's the same premise as the movie, kinda- someone(s) does something that's really foreign to them for 30 days. Last night a couple of Manhattanites who proclaimed that they basically don't give a rat's ass about the environment went to live at Dancing Rabbit, and off-the-grid green commune.

I hope that if I were to ever be on this show (probably be plopped into a über-Christian family) that I would endure it without as much ridicule and complaining as the woman. Oh, I wanted to smack her. She even complained that they were using 7th Generation glass cleaner and not products whose name she recognized. Jesus, lady!

I could handle pooping in a bucket, and non-daily showering, and driving a car that runs on fryer grease, and using off-brands that are nice to the planet. I think the lack of constant internet availability would make me crazy (though they aren't total Luddites- they said they had a computer with an internet connection in the 'Common House'), and unless I could drag hub along I'd probably get sick of the food pretty quickly. And I'd miss crap.

Speaking of which, we got some Poppycock at the Walgreen's and made the mistake of eating the whole bag. Then we made the further mistake of looking at the ingredient list. It wasn't a huge bag, but they did that whole small serving size hat trick, so after doing the math it looks like we ate 72 grams of fat. Oh, dear. No more Poppycock. Hub's favorite small serving size story- an Otis Spunkmeyer muffin. Package contains 1 muffin. Servings per package 3. Shyeah. They've since revised it down to 2, apparently. Gosh, thanks!

Which brings me to New York style ice cream. Alton Brown loves it, and all his recipes are all about it. What distinguishes it from it's brother, Philadelphia style ice cream, is that NY style is a custard, and it's made with eggs (I might have those reversed). The batches he was making had 9 egg yolks in them. Gaah! Hub's recipes are all Philadelphia style, so no eggs, and they taste plenty fine to me.

It wants to rain. I want it to rain. I could almost imagine fall yesterday. I hope it rains.

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Oh yeah! I forgot to mention. Evil Necromancer Weather Man shaved his goatee off. Apparently he said he would when we got a tenth of an inch of rain, and we did, so he did. Now he just looks like Regular Friendly Guy Weather Man again.

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This looks wicked.

This silver jewelry company wants to get their name on the map, so they throw up another piece every 15 minutes. You can nab it for the cost of shipping ($6) during that 15 minutes. As near as I can tell, there's no catch other than you keep going to the site to see what they have next. Not that I have been doing this, oh no. I just got this link earlier today, from a friend who nabbed a bracelet this morning, so I can't promise that they won't send you your trinket then come to your house and suck your brain out through a straw while you're sleeping.

Silver Jewelry Club

Oh, and I got my rain! Woo! My lawn won't die!