It always frustrates me in TV shows when the good guy demands of the villain "Why? Why did you do it?" It's like the good guy has completely blanked on the possibility that some people are just mean shits who like hurting people. Sure, there may be some deep-seated psychological underpinnings and Mommy/Daddy didn't love them enough, but sometimes Mommy/Daddy told Little Darling that they were God's Own Special Snowflake and the rules didn't apply, so go forth and have fun.
(This rant brought to you by the end of Countrycide, where one of the heros is totally thrown by
the casual unrepetence of the bad guys.
But then, I rarely buy the Big Apology criminals give after they're caught. They're not sorry they did the crime, they're sorry they have to pay for it. If I was on a jury I think I'd have more respect for the defendant who said, "Yeah, I knew it was illegal, but I figured I'd get away with it, and I did my best not to hurt anybody. Sorry, dude, for the broken nose, by the way."
I recommend watching Torchwood, if you are interested in seeing more of the Whoverse.
We got dabs flounder from our CSF today, and they are pretty small- most of the recipes I've seen for cooking them involve larger fillets. Tom is currently filleting them- 2 of them were bursting with roe, which we don't quite know what to do with. So I am trying to figure out how to cook small thin pieces of fish that will permit the actual flavor of the fish to come through, as opposed to putting it into a fishcake or something. Hmm. Any ideas?
The Boy is making french toast from pecan-raisin bread that we got at the farmers' market Wednesday. It smells really good.
Mmmmm, that french toast sounds wonderful.
Happy Birthday to sj!
Happy Anniversary to Bev and DH!
Yesterday my son replaced the kitchen faucet. It leaked badly and was totally rusted out under the sink. Pain in the back task with the crawling under the sink stuff. Now it works perfect and even has a spray attachment. Awesome for a 14yo handyboy. We celebrated his accomplishment by walking to a local bar so he could play some pool with his friend. Kids don't go to bars to shoot pool where we live in Florida so this was a treat for them. We taught them the practice of putting up your quarter to challenge the winning team and asking about the house rules and so forth. Twas fun.
One of the young men there walked up to me to introduce himself (I knew who he was) and asked if I was 'Scott's aunt' and the bartender asked if I was 'Mona's sister' and to others I was 'Mary's daughter from Florida'. Small towns.
I hope people are enjoying the holiday.
Many wishes for a great day to sj and the lovely Bev and Mr. Bev. May the coming year bring even more love.
Happy birthday, sj!
Should I go into the office today? My advisor said two weeks ago that he'd meet with me today, but he didn't write it down and hasn't responded to any of my emails to set up a time, so I know he's forgotten. I'm feeling kind of blah and not terribly focused from having to take a painkiller last night, so I'm not sure how productive I'd actually be. Plus, it's a holiday (sort of), and I do have a bunch of things like laundry and cooking that I ought to do at home.
They never do that on "The Wire", Connie. Of course, on The Wire, the answer always is that the people above you on the food chain suck, so...
No, Hil. I don't think you should go in.
So, wow, comment yesterday that really put the seal on the whole 'Well, you have qualities that I enjoy, but, boy, I think it's definitely time you moved on' sensation I have regarding one of my colleagues:
"Oh my God! He's Indian? I thought he was Thai!"
...
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...because, you know, Indian and Thai look just the same.
flails
Possibly the magnitude of this may be slightly lost in America? Or not - I mean, that sounds kind of patronising, but evidently casting Neveen Andrews as an Arab seemed perfectly reasonable to Joe Q Public, so maybe that whole Indian =/= Thai thing isn't as much of a no-brainer on the other side of the pond as it is, oh, say HERE IN THAILAND but, for fuck's sakes, out IT guy looks as Thai as
I
do. And my colleague has been working with him for a year, and she's been living in this country for 3 years. And his name is Cheena - whereas Thai names? Are pretty much invariably monosyllabic nicknames. So quite apart from the whole looking-totally-not-Thai thing he's got going on, the name ought to be a clue.
But evidently because he's not white, she figured he was Thai.
...I don't even begin to know what to do with this. And, I mean, I don't know why I was so surprised, because although I've tried glossing over her disparaging and clueless comments towards Thais as examples of classism, or insecurity, rather than racism - yeah, no, I'm done. Done done done.
Shit I have not said:
"Fetishising black men of your acquaintance and talking about how much you want to fuck them, and referencing their skin colour like it's the most salient thing - or only salient thing - about them? Is not the same as not being racist. It really, really isn't. Even a little bit."
"Telling a teenager (who's the only black kid in the school) that she looks just like Naomi Campbell, when she in fact looks nothing at all like Naomi Campbell? Not really as broad-minded and complimentary as you seem to think it is."
"Telling everyone that your class are singing a song 'in African'? ...yeah, no. That isn't actually a language, honey."
"Not being able to distinguish between a dark-skinned and very Indian-looking Indian guy with an Indian accent and an Indian name, and all the Thai guys here in Thailand? Made of so much fail that they needed a bigger failboat to fit all of your fail."
"Saying: 'Wow - I just thought he was the only attractive Thai guy I'd ever seen. But he's Indian! That explains it!'...yeah, still not actually helping present an appearance of anything but racism."
eta
Having searched through facebook in order to find a photo of the bloke in question and underline the sheer not-Thai-ness of the guy, with no success, I did just try random googlebombing to find someone of roughly similar appearance...and then got distracted by the shiny, and gave in to my "Oooh, Mohinder, aren't you pretty?" impulse for a minute there. But, really, y'all don't need me to point you to photos of random Indian guys and random Thai guys to know that
they do not look the same.
