I'm Still Angry, and I Think That's Good

I just got back from an entertaining evening out with my husband and some of his coworkers.

My husband works for a relatively small creative company where nearly all the employees are youngish handsome white guys. The two women who work there are the receptionist and the project manager. Needless to say there's some sexism a-brewing.

One of the coworkers is chronic verbal offender, always saying really insulting and condescending stuff about "the wifes" (referring to all company's men's wifes) in front of me. Regular readers of this blog can imagine how well that goes over and what delightful conservations follow...

Well tonight, on the the drive home I was complaining about some obnoxious comment made by the Chronic Offender and my husband asked me how he could make me feel better. I think the answer is unfortunately there's no remedy for my fury. This guy isn't changing - and he represents thousands/millions of others with the same crude mentality. And that if I ever decided not to let his words and actions bother me anymore I would be marginalizing myself and therefore passively supporting his actions. So it appears I'm condemned to a life of perpetual infuriation.

I can only hope that every time I say something to him or anyone else in an effort to not let stupidity slip by, be it religious or sexist, that it may chisel away a little piece from the block of density so many live in.

I also hope that this base level of angst I'm growing accustom to helps me be more conscious of my privileges and not become someone else's Chronic Offender.

I'm on Etsy

I made some jewelry to sell on Etsy.

Check it out







No FSM items yet, but perhaps there will be soon!

Life

Dear Ms. Blog,

I haven't forgotten you. Life is stealing my time away and leaving none for you. My condolences. This too shall pass.

Love,

Zeolite

Graduation

Heres my favorite shot from my neighbor's graduation today.



I also just got an email informing me my 10 year high school reunion is this fall. I think I'm going to go out of curiosity but I'm not sure what to expect. I was never a member of the social elite and kept a small group of friends - mostly the type who would skip reunions - so I wonder how the socialization will flesh out. Do the old cliques re-form? Is there a bunch of hierarchy determining questioning about ones accomplishments over the past 10 years? or by their late-20ties have most people matured enough embrace the opportunity of getting to know people on a new level?

I just can't stop thinking about that movie with the two girls who pretend they invented post-it notes at their reunion...

Robbed

Last weekend our bikes were stolen out of our garage during the night.

The burglars kicked in our garage door, which only had a door lock - no dead-bolt - and took our bikes. Then they carefully shut the door and fence gate behind them, ditched some other bikes in our yard, and left.

Monday morning we noticed the door frame was broken: thats weird; I wonder how.... wait .... that looks like it was kicked in.... where are our bikes... oh shit.

On the bright side:
The Minneapolis police were excellent, they were at our house within an hour and were very nice. They also took away the bikes the thieves left behind. We also had great service from the B-Safe locksmith people (I would link to them but their website sucks - but thats OK, they are locksmiths not web geeks); they came that same Monday and fixed the door and installed a massive dead-bolt that locks through a very thick strip of medal. Insurance (Allstate) was great and rated the value of our bikes generously.

Soooo we got new bikes this weekend:

Here is my beauty:

A Trek 7.2 FX WSD



Today was beautiful and we took a nice long ride to break the bikes in. And when we brought them home and stowed them in the garage, we used our new heavy duty u-bolt locks to secure them to the garage wall.