Archive | July, 2007

Redheads, The New Minority Group

31 Jul

Just when I think humanity could not get any more ridiculous, I find a news article that continues to affirm Albert Einstein’s sentiments that the depths of human stupidity are, in fact, infinite.

Apparently discriminating against people based on skin color, sex or sexual orientation just isn’t enough. So people in the British Isles are kicking it up a notch by harassing people with red hair.

The British Isles feature more redheads than anywhere else on earth. But some people who have the genetic trait said they feel discriminated against.

“It’s horrible,” one woman said. “I mean, I love redheads. But people are quite anti-them.”

In England, the flame-haired are called “ginger” or “ginge.”

Photographer Charlotte Rushton said people often yell at her in the street and she often feels like part of a minority.

“The nail that sticks out gets hammered down,” Rushton said.

The nation that gave the world Ginger Spice, the Duchess of York and Lily Cole may be ginger-phobic. And it is not a joke.

One British family of redheads, the Chapmans, told the British media it was driven from its home by abuse including anti-redhead grafitti, vandalism and physical assaults.

Read the rest of the article…

I think red hair is cool. I wish I could have red hair but my hair does not take dye well which guarantees that I’ll be a brunette for life (no biggie). However, of all the things to discriminate against a person for, hair color has got to be the most ridiculous.

Discrimination based on genetic attributes is stupid all around but hair color? C’mon now, it’s not like skin color where you are kinda stuck with what you get. Any body can go out and get a box of Clairol and change the color of their hair. How do you know you are even discriminating against a real redhead? How do you know that your best friend, who is now a blonde, wasn’t born with ginger tresses?

What’s next? Discrimination against people with big feet? I can’t decide if this is a sign of the world getting better or getting worse.

Writing Prompts: Reunions

25 Jul

This week’s set of writing prompts focuses on the coming together of people, places and things after being apart.

1. Pick an event from the last reunion (family, school) that you went to and write is as though it were a humorous anecdote you are going to tell Oprah.

2. A woman who has been in prison for 15 years is released and reunites with her husband and children.

3. A pair of twins, separated at birth, meets each other for the first time at college. However, one has known about the other for awhile via their blog on the internet.
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Good Advice

25 Jul

Sometimes the simplest advice is the best advice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5yPh8trI9k

He says that all problems are temporary and relative. However, if you are anything like me, when a problem crops up, you get all overly dramatic and think things are going to last F-O-R-E-V-E-R. But that is not true. All things eventually come to an end both good and bad and, as someone once told me, the good times exist to help us make it through the bad.

So appreciate all that you have rather than dwell on all that you don’t. Celebrate your accomplishments instead of commiserating on your failures. But most of all be happy instead of sad. Life is too short for anything less.

Namaste :)

Yeah, What He Said

23 Jul

Christianity would have you believe that we are born evil and must accept Jesus as our lord and savior in order to save ourselves from burning in the fiery pits of hell. In the same breath they say that we are born with free will and are free to choose our fate.

That’s like me saying you have a choice between telling me you love me or getting a bullet in the brain. In what way does that prove how much you love me? Rather I think it would prove how much you want to live. It is interesting how otherwise intelligent people do not understand this analogy and insist that all who choose god do so because they love god and not because they are trying to save their own afterlife.

A more honest approach would have a person choose god or not choose god with an equal level of benefits and consequences to each choice. This would be more like; tell me you love me and we’ll be together forever in a monogamous relationship or don’t tell me you love me and we part ways which leaves you free to find the person you want to be with for all eternity.

But since the Christian doctrine chooses to be stubborn and hold onto illogical doctrine, I think it is safe to say that this is the true reason why:
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Crate Rustlers Wanted, Dead or Alive

23 Jul

Stolen Milk Crates Feed Black MarketBy RAQUEL MARIA DILLON
Associated Press Writer

LOS ANGELES (AP) — For decades, college kids have used stolen milk crates as the basic building blocks of coffee tables and dorm room shelves.Now, a new breed of crate rustler is cashing in by swiping thousands of the containers from loading docks and selling them to shady recyclers.
The containers are chopped into bits and shipped to booming factories in China to be made into a variety of products, from pipes to flower pots.

Facing an estimated $80 million in annual losses from the thefts, dairies across the country are moving to stop the plastic pilfering. In California, companies are even hiring private detectives and staging sting operations.

“We saw them disappearing into this black hole,” said Rachel Kaldor, executive director of the Dairy Institute, a trade group in Sacramento. “We just don’t know who’s stealing these crates off the loading docks.”

Read the rest of the article here.

Yes, I am a Crate Rustler. But that was ages ago and… well… see, technically I didn’t “steal” the milk crates. Steal is such a harsh and definitive word. I sort of “Lured” them away. I asked if I could have one and the manager was like “whatever”. So I put one in my car while she was on break. But, I’m telling you, inanimate objects are alive because when I went back to my car after work, mysteriously, a bunch of them had piled themselves in the back seat and covered themselves with a blanket. I guess they didn’t want to be parted from each other. Yeah, that’s it. And they got cold waiting for me.

;)

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