December 10th, 2007 (05:55 pm)
without: Inside my head: Dixie Chicks: A Home/Truth No. 2
Happy Human Rights Day, everyone. State of human rights: really fucking awful. Things my country has done this year that erode or outright reject human rights: too plentiful (and depressing) to count. Things I have done this year to fight for human rights: almost nothing. Things I can do next year: list compilation ongoing.
It's a secular humanist holiday! That's better than greasy food and fire hazards. Unfortunately, it loses to religious holidays because the religious ones are about celebrating the battles we already won, and are therefore uplifting, not depressing. Funny fact: Hanukkah is about freedom from religious persecution, and has become the unofficial symbol of Jewish diaspora in Christendom, because of its proximity to Christmas. Watch (or re-watch, if you're awesome enough to have seen it in the first place) The Hebrew Hammer with that fact in mind. Then marvel over the fact that we have not yet received a Hebrew Hammer/Undercover Brother crossover.
Point to note: If you or someone you know are shopping for an MP3 player, avoid the SanDisk Sansa Express. I do not know about the company's other models, but this guy has apparently got a nasty habit of dying out weeks or days after purchase and having to be replaced by the manufacturer/retailer. It happened to me and to others. Google for more details; I can't be bothered hunting down the link to the message board I read this on. Next time, I will aim for a Creative product, since my MuVo/Nomad served me well for some three years.
Another google test: If you doubt that the word "homosexual" is a pejorative, google it, and then the word "gay," and take a good fucking look at the results. This is who you're associating yourselves with if you use that word; they would like to dehumanize us by associating our identity as closely as possible with sex and disassociating it with love, companionship, identity, community, humanity, dignity, basic human decency. They do this by invoking most people's basic discomfort with discussing sex closely, and by using a word that sounds more like a disease than anything else -- because, when it was invented, it was one. Never forget: we were removed from the DSM in 1973, and from the ICD in 1992.