Controlling Dicks

From an article about a man from Utah and his mail-order bride from Ukraine:

If he turns out to be a controlling dick, let’s hope she’s just in it for the visa. Ah, romance!

The only person who will be a controlling dick in that relationship is the Ukrainian woman. And there is no if about that.

Cultural awareness matters, people.

P.S. Special thanks go to Musteryou who always knows how to make me smile.

Women and Veterans and Children

Yes, I’m boring and I sound like a broken record but I can’t help it, whenever I see something like this, I stop following:

Obama said lawmakers should “sit down in good faith without threatening to harm women and veterans and children with a government shutdown, and certainly we can’t have any kind of meaningful negotiations under the cloud of potential default.”

When women are put in the same category of fragile individuals in need of protection as children and veterans, I stop caring what point the speaker is trying to make.

Sequesters, defaults, and debt ceilings come and go. And I remain a woman for as long as I live.

Whenever I try to inform myself about the current news, I end up thinking, “A plague on both your houses, you useless creatures.”

Ideal President

We have been sent a survey on what we want the new president of our university to be like. I wrote that s/he should be aware of why it is crucial to keep corporate values out of academia, realize that a public university should not be run like a business, and resist at all costs the substitution of tenure lines with adjunct positions.

Is there anything crucial that I’m forgetting?

Where Is “Other” Located?

Thirteen people said they reside in “Other” on the most recent poll (see the right-hand panel of the Homepage of this blog.) Did people do this to mess with me or is there a region I have missed when making the poll? I keep staring at it but I still have no idea what area of the world I might have forgotten.

In my defense, I can say that I’m really bad at geography because my geography teacher hated and terrorized me. Once when I was 11, I came home from school three hours late, disheveled, my face completely swollen with tears, my pantyhose torn, and unable to say a word because trauma blocked my voice. My mother almost had a heart attack because it took me a while to calm down and explain that I hadn’t been assaulted by pedophiles.

And now that I have guilted everybody into feeling sorry for me, please tell me what “Other” on the poll means to you.