Fuck Roman Polanski

I’m going to get very heavy here, guys. Possible trigger warning and all that. Consider this whole thing a big feminist rage dump. Do not expect coherency. Expect me to expect you to have a vague understanding of the circumstances.

Have you seen this? Talk about soul crushing. I already turned off my TV months ago for the umpteenth time. After seeing this, it’s almost certain it will stay off indefinitely. Granted, the wording of the petition makes it sound like this is an issue to the Hollywood elite because Polanski was arrested at a film festival, but you know what I say? If you have to go to a film festival to arrest a child rapist, then you go to a film festival to arrest a child rapist. This is bullshit.

Signing this petition is nothing short of supporting rape and I have lost so much respect for so many people already and yet the list continues to grow. Only in a rape culture could something like this be considered acceptable.

On that note, fuck you Whoopi Goldberg. What happened? What the fuck does it have to be to make it “rape-rape“? She was 13, he drugged her, she said “No”. Repeatedly. What the fuck does it haveto be to make it “rape-rape”, Whoopi?

Also, if I have to read one more fucking article that uses the words “sex with a minor” or “sexual intercourse” I will fucking explode. Would it kill you assholes to at least say “non-consensual”!?

Lastly, <3 @ Kevin Smith & Luc Besson. At least there are still some movies I can still watch without throwing up in my mouth.

One of P’s classmates loaned these to her, presumably because she is female. A quick Google search reveals that there seems to be a general misperception that this is a comic chicks will like. Especially feminist chicks.

For those who don’t know, the story centres on a young man named Yorick who is the last surviving human male after a plague wipes out every mammal bearing a Y chromosome. After this point, there will spoilers, but only minor ones because I don’t care too much to go into detail about the plot.

Read more of Not Really a Review: Y The Last Man (Volumes 1 & 2)

Mm, french toast made in a cast iron pan with strawberry syrup made by moi and home canned peaches from Britt. ;)

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Quick hit

I can’t say more right now because I am still totally in awe. I saw a beautiful animated film last night called The Secret of Kells. Keep your eyeballs peeled and your ears perked. If you get a chance to see this, DO IT. You will not be sorry.

Dead man for a husband

Sometimes I feel like the city has made me hard. Maybe California just made me soft. I find myself wondering what happened to the nice girl I used to be. Maybe she never really existed at all. I wonder what happened to the child who always had change to spare, who would buy food for the beggars if she had time, or at least whispered “sorry” as she passed and felt guilty for it later. How did that girl turn into the woman who boldly says “no” as she passes without slowing, just shakes her head or sometimes doesn’t even look. Maybe I was trying to prove something.

There is a part of me that still likes to believe that gods walk among us, disguised in human form to test and to reward or punish. I guess I like to believe that good deeds are worth something and the cruel are given what’s coming to them, but living in the city teaches you that nothing is ever that pure.

I guess growing up is hard.

Summer in the city

Summer’s almost gone and somehow I managed to remain unemployed the entire season, and not for lack for trying. I had a couple interviews, neither of which went anywhere. A little vegetarian grocery/cafe on the Drive called me. When I got there, the guy didn’t have my resume. I gave him the one I had brought along — to take to my school to fill a requirement for some classes. I filled out an application, chatted with him and left. He didn’t ask me any questions. A month later they called me back. When I got there, the guy didn’t recognize me, didn’t have my resume again, didn’t even remember that he had an appointment that day at all,  had lost my previous application, and asked me to fill out another one. Yeah, I totally want to work where people can’t even keep their shit together.

Somehow during the heatwave I managed to find myself on overcrowded public transit more than I would have liked. Have I mentioned that regular bathing and deodorant seem to be foreign concepts to the residents of this city? Proof:

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Oh, and how about the toddler whose parents decided it was a good idea to burp him on an ascending escalator at rush hour?! I discovered that I am a master vomit dodger. Ha! People in this city have no common sense.

A huge site re-design is forthcoming. More importantly than that, I’ve got a lot of plans. My bento cookbook library has grown a bit over the summer, in preparation of fall and a return to school for both myself and my heterosexual life partner. Being the chef in this pair, I’ve spent the last few months planning ways to streamline and simplify the process of both bento making and other meal preparation.

We decided a while ago that a great idea was making soup in large batches and then freezing it in smaller servings to be thawed and eaten later. Problem is, neither of us have much experience with soup. I have one recipe for pea soup and Peach’s idea of making soup is throwing a bouillon cube in some boiling water with some vegetables.

Here’s where you come in. Comment or tweet me (@cutebruiser) with your favourite soup recipes! Vegetarian/vegan is preferred but I love a challenge so if you have a meat recipe you love, send it my way as well!

PS. If you’re curious, we did beat the heat. We remembered the landlords are on vacation so we took advantage of the hose in the yard, barbecued for two days straight and lounged with popsicles and beer.

Summer in the city

I have to say, summer in Vancouver can be brutal. It may not get as hot as California, but here in Vancouver the heat is humid and, at least from my current position, seems a million times worse than Marin county ever was.

I don’t deal well with heat, unless I have a swimming pool or a beach within walking distance. It’s something that comes of being more than half Norwegian and the rest Scottish, German and Welsh. I’m not built for hot weather. This summer has been one of my worst experiences yet. There’s no pools closer than two bus rides, and no beaches either. Furthermore, deodorant and regular bathing seem to be foreign concepts in this city. The worst part is, being in a basement suite we should be cooler, but no! For some reason our suite is actually HOTTER than outside. I don’t know how that is even possible but we live in the hottest suite in the city, I swear.

Even after dark, the temp outside is barely dropping below 70, so I can only guess how hot it is in the apartment. I should get a thermometer but I just can’t bring myself to hiking around in the infero outside. Our only options for beating the heat here have been a dual window fan (which isn’t doing jack, really, except cycling the hot air) and spray bottles kept in the fridge, the latter of which has been leaving me feeling clammy. The way our suite is built, there’s only two windows that open in the communal areas and only one where we can fit a fan on the sill. My bedroom window opens as well, but it’s a weird little hanging hinged thing so there’s no room for a fan, the same goes for the laundry room window.

The worst part of this heat wave is that I can’t sleep hardly at all. I’ve been lucky to get 5-6 hours of sleep a night in the last week and I’m really starting to feel it. I haven’t been able to bring myself to exercise either but I guess I should just do it, at least then I’d sweat, right?

Ugh.

Having been a vegetarian most of my life, I can wholeheartedly relate to Erin’s statement about having to rely on one’s self to cook. That being said, she is much more adventurous in the kitchen than I am.

If food is your pleasure, regardless of whether you’re vegetarian, then you should definitely look at this site. The photography is so delicious, it’s borderline pornographic. (Don’t worry, it’s still SFW, just don’t lean over your keyboard while you’re looking. There will most likely be drool.)

This talented young lady should definitely publish a cookbook.

Link: Ventures with Veggies

Monthly Review: June 2009

Movies I Watched This Month:

  1. Inkheart
    I read The Thief Lord a few years back and wasn’t particularly impressed with it. The concept was good, but everything else was lacking and underdeveloped. The same goes for this movie, also based on a Funke book. However, also like The Thief Lord, it was fun despite its flaws … and, for some weird reason, Dustfinger is kind of hot (and Brendan, too).