changeyourstars8 | (no subject)

I'm enjoying the peace today, because I'm going to be rushing around like mad tomorrow. What needs to be done then:

1) Go shopping for baking ingredients.

2) Make cookies and candy for the arts and crafts fair.

3) Get prices on everything.

4) Get the booth set up.

5) Go to Oswego and pick up the marriage license.

And then the fair itself is on Saturday. It's Chris's weekend to work, though, so I have a feeling I'll be coming back from that and immediately hopping on the computer so I can write and relax. LOL

Tonight, Chris gets off work at 10:00 as usual, and we're going straight to the theater to see Batman Begins. Yay.

And, something that happened the other night... will put part of it behind a cut due to adult content.

Chris and I were up late after watching a movie, and during the channel-flipping we landed on standup on Comedy Central. Normally I love standup. Not so much here, when this guy (who's not really funny in the first place) starts making a joke about taking girls back to his hotel room after they've had a lot to drink, or after he's put something in those drinks.

Chris laughs quietly, as I take a breath to start in on a Rant of Doom.

Jokes about date rape, or rape in general, tend to make me get veryvery pissy veryvery fast. Chris knows this, and he also knew that even though I love him, he was about to get torn into just on general principle because of the laugh, because he said, "I wasn't laughing at the joke, I just knew that you were about to rip into the guy. And speaking of--"

So saying, he turns the TV off, thus keeping me from having to melt it with the sheer force of my Death Glare.

I think the comedian annoyed me partly because of all the coverage of Natalee Holloway-- or rather, the 'blame the victim' aspect of the thing. I've seen it and heard it in discussions. "Well, what was she doing going off with three guys?" "She should've known better."

She made a *mistake*, people. Something every single one of us is inclined to do once in a while. That doesn't mean that she's the one to blame for whatever happened to her. Last I knew, that fault lies solely with the perpetrators, not the victim.

And I get into this almost every single time there's a high-profile assault case in the media. Because dad and I have just *slightly* different views on the whole thing, with him tending to be of the "You don't douse yourself in steak sauce before wandering around the lion's den, and you don't wear a short skirt while walking around alone at night" mindset, and me being of the, "Attacks are not triggered in normally decent guys by spasms of Miniskirt Lust. I happen to believe that most men are not wild animals. They can *control themselves*, thankyou" mindset.

You can imagine the arguments.