Radiator Sister

Sep 29

quote I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.

— Charles de Lint (via united-spirit)
Sep 29
arabellesicardi:

THIS BRALETTE IS SO CUTE I FEEL ACTUALLY ILL 

I like bralettes. They are well suited to my booblettes.

arabellesicardi:

THIS BRALETTE IS SO CUTE I FEEL ACTUALLY ILL 

I like bralettes. They are well suited to my booblettes.

Sep 29

iwriteaboutfeminism:

Protesters are angry about these strange negotiations to release protesters. What kind of practice is this?

September 28th

What the actual fuck?

Sep 28

quote Therapy is really hard to do. Good therapy is, anyway. Bad therapy is pretty easy: giving advice, passively listening, befriending clients or following a rigid protocol for every client. Good therapy is incredibly demanding and involves observing and then integrating information on a number of levels. That’s why it can be so hard to find a good therapist, and why I have seen brilliant and terrible ones from all backgrounds and levels of education.

— from How to Do Good Therapy (via traumatherapist)

Wow. This totally puts into words what I feel I’m missing as a therapist. Colleagues and supervisors keep insisting that I’m a great clinician and I know I’m pretty good, but there has always been some unnamable thing that I felt I wasn’t getting quite right. Now I know what that is!

Sep 28
Franklin went to live with N today. This is the response I got when I texted to ask how he was adjusting.

Franklin went to live with N today. This is the response I got when I texted to ask how he was adjusting.

Sep 27
kaible:

"He’s behind me making that fucking face again. I don’t even have to turn around to know it. God damn it. I hate that goddamned stupid face he makes. God fucking damnit."

kaible:

"He’s behind me making that fucking face again. I don’t even have to turn around to know it. God damn it. I hate that goddamned stupid face he makes. God fucking damnit."

Sep 27

Saturday Several

1. I’m spending this weekend finally getting all caught up on notes. I had gotten really, really behind, to the point that my supervisor had to take disciplinary action. I fell into a hole over the winter while I was depressed and was never able to dig myself out, but the threat of losing my job was enough to motivate me to get it done. I’m trying not to fall into a shame spiral about all of this, because until my life fell apart last fall, I had prided myself on always being on top of documentation and all other parts of my job. It just so happened that I became wretchedly depressed just before we started getting a huge onslaught of new clients thanks to the ACA, and I became hopelessly overwhelmed. It will be such a tremendous relief to have it all done. I can’t wait to stop spending part or all of my weekend in the office.

2. I’ve been having intermittent chest pain for a few weeks. I’m pretty sure it’s heartburn and/or stress. Paradoxically, my anxiety often leads me to under-react to things, because I tend to assume that in most cases I’m jumping to the worst possible conclusion. I’m also disinclined to go to the doctor because my copay for office visits is now $45, to say nothing of all the testing (and missed work) that will be required. I know this because years ago N was having chest pain and had to go through the whole thing with the EKG and stress test and all that, only to find out that there was nothing wrong with him. I probably will go to the doctor if it doesn’t subside within the next week, though.

3. I spent last night/this morning with quasi-boyfriend. We spent a fair amount of time cuddling on the loveseat and shooting the shit while listening to music, and it just felt so nice. I also liked the part where he made me breakfast. I’m funny about my eggs but he’s a good scrambled egg maker. Now that Otis is gone, I also really appreciate it that he has a little smoosh-faced dog for me to pet.

4. I put the comforter on the bed earlier this week and now my bed is super snuggly and cozy and I want to stay in it all the time, not in a depressed way, just in a happy snuggly way. I want to read novels and drink warm beverages in it. And soon I will!

Sep 25

quote

Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.

In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:

“The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.”

In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.

Sep 24
retr0philia:

lacigreen:


farfromthepacific:

cigarettesandwaffles:

Me if you use those fingers correctly.

omg I almost spit out the water I was drinking 

a million gallons of fun


GOODBYE

retr0philia:

lacigreen:

farfromthepacific:

cigarettesandwaffles:

Me if you use those fingers correctly.

omg I almost spit out the water I was drinking 

a million gallons of fun

GOODBYE

Sep 23

On Twitter the hashtag #TweetAtYourself10YearsAgo is going around. That made me think about the fall of 2004 and what a weird but happy time that was.

For the past several years I had been occupying a studio apartment above my parents’ garage in a little town about 30 minutes east of Louisville. In September 2004 I finally moved to Louisville, into a slightly bigger studio apartment with a clawfoot bathtub in a beautiful old neighborhood. I had just broken up with my shitty cheating boyfriend but was still kind of fucking around with him, mostly because the sex was good and he had a lot of money. A month or so later he introduced me to one of his frat brothers at a bar and I subsequently hooked up with him a few times, because why not?

This was my first semester of my master’s in women’s & gender studies, and in my History of American Sexualities class there was a studious girl with a penchant for skirts and knee socks who was working on her master’s in English. I ended up dating her, too. And then becoming best friends with her. (And then, years later, after she’d served as one of my bridesmaids, drifting apart.)

So I spent fall 2004 juggling romantic interests, getting my academic feminism on, writing a sex column for the student newspaper, and generally doing a lot of things I should been doing as an undergrad but didn’t because I lived so far from school. Life felt fun and interesting. I protested against the proposed marriage amendment and made out with Ms Knee Socks at a gay bar on Halloween while wearing fairy wings and did it with that frat guy a couple times even though he was sort of a creep (he was a cute creep, and smelled good), and went to Pittsburgh to visit a friend and just generally had a good time. Every fall I get a little nostalgic for it.