Literally one week left on my probation, and this morning I overhear them talking about a new hire. I really hope this is just me being paranoid.
ETA - OK, it's now Thursday and I'm still employed. Next Monday is the annual staff summer BBQ, and I can't see them being cruel enough to drop me immediately after, so if I get through tomorrow without being told not to bother coming in Monday, I'm probably all right.
Reiterating that this is probably just needless anxiety on my part.
From a comment on this thread: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/
“The closest fictional counterpart to Donald Trump is the female lead's boyfriend. You know the one. The guy who is such a fucking asshole with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, that you don't feel bad for wanting the movie's protagonist to break them up. But, because the writers assume the audience are idiots, they make him so over-the-top horrible that you can't understand how a nice, sweet girl like the female lead would ever tolerate dating this asshole. And then because you are bored, you start to wonder if maybe she isn't so great, maybe because she is presented as just a cipher with just a few symbols of being someone that the protagonist should be dating... what if she is actually just as much of an asshole as her boyfriend? Yeah, that's Trump and America right now.”
In lighter news, I wonder whose job it is to tweet on behalf of the sharks.
For or those of us outside the US, or the immediate vicinity of Charlottesville, here's a link to a list of possible donation/support sites. I've seen friends on DW posting similar lists as well.
Here in Toronto, going to try and get the upcoming BBQ in memory of the Christie Pits Riot, if they can get the date pinned down.
I like that La Machine asked the cathedral to host the giant spider specifically so it could echo Louise Bourgeois' giant-spider sculpture Maman, across the street.
ETA -- it's not like churches haven't hosted art projects before involving, oh, say, a live stag.
The essay, which deals with the collection, ableism, butoh dance, orientalism, and at least two horror movies, also mentions Arabelle Sicardi, who I began following on Tumblr a while back and quite admire. Curious as to whether one could also relate this to the hospitalglam tumblr – where the chronically ill reappropriate fashion imagery as morale boost/satire/protest.
At least some of my interest in the body acceptance movement comes from the other side of the coin – I’m (so far) in pretty good health and with a socially-acceptable appearance, and I *know* how little effort I put into this.** It stands to reason that people with the opposite experience deserve equal respect (or more).
**My attitude towards my body can pretty much be summed up as a truce whose terms are “don’t bother me, and I won’t starve you or make you run for no good reason.”
* ACDG dress would likely be torn by design anyway
Medusa mask drawn on a mirror in lipstick (installation)
Photos of apotropaic medusa masks drawn in lipstick on bathroom mirrors
The gorgon heads that form the bases of the columns in the Basilica Cistern
Bathrooms as locus of clean vs. dirty
The current gender/bathroom debate largely ignores the existence of trans men – this is a fight over who counts as women, using women’s “safety” as the excuse.
Monstrous femininity, glamour, purity taboos and magical protection
Also selfies/masks, if photographed (human face hidden behind camera)
If drawn on a public washroom mirror, must clean off after photograph so as not to add to the burden of the janitorial staff
The exhibit fit the theme of the weekend -- Andrew had been looking for a photo of his family in front of 505 Queen West, so he could establish that his mom had made the number sign (he'd come across an article about the property which claimed the sign had been commissioned by Dan Ackroyd, who'd lived there after them.) He hasn't turned it up yet, and we'd gone out as he was beginning to feel depressed remembering Peggy.
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It's another week at work where everyone who can give me directions or answer my questions is out of the office.
Andrew's been binge-rewatching Farscape. I'd remembered correctly that it was weird, but I'd forgotten how wild Paul Goddard's performance was as Stark.
No, really -- it might be because I looked up Williams and came across some stuff about his personal life, but the two main characters, Chief Justice Lord Arglay and his devoted secretary, Chloe Burnett; well, the villain just assumes they're sleeping together, the reader knows they aren't, but I really do think they're in some kind of non-physical but mutually satisfying D/S relationship. This is an important plot point, since in one chapter Lord Arglay is able to draw on the bond between them to free Chloe from Sir Gile's attempted mind-control and on the other hand, Chloe's ability to freely submit to someone/thing she respects and loves* makes her the only person able to wield the Stone properly, because unlike everyone else, she doesn't try to impose her own will upon it.
* She's generally a people-pleaser, but when her Nice Guy(TM) boyfriend Frank tries to nag her into lending him the Stone so he can pass his exams, she refuses.
I seem to recall that in the past, I could see my Facebook friends' conversations, but couldn't join in unless I was friended to the OP. Has that changed? Lately I've seen some friends have to ask who the FOAF was who'd showed up on their wall and begun arguing vehemently with them.
Today I had to unfriend a high school acquaintance for this reason; he reacted by sending a PM saying he'd only friended me because he missed our late mutual friend Angus, and that I was "poisoning" his memories. Pretty much confirmed that cutting ties was a good idea, but it hurt that he dragged Angus into it.
Now I'm going to be wondering how safe it is to comment on anyone's FB post, if I'm forming a link to let anyone on my flist join in. I may have to go through it and pare down.
ETA -- reread his comments and it looks as though my friend's account might be set to allows FOFs to comment, but I'd still better think about who I might be bringing along when I comment.
During which we sat next to a lady wearing rainbow ruffled leggings and this backpack.