Boring AND Offensive! The Best of Both Worlds (AKA A review of Robin Hood)

SPOILER WARNING so don't complain to me later.

So I went to see Robin Hood last weekend. And I complained about it to some people in real life. Then I remembered that I have this space on the nets where I can complain and people can either choose to read it or not and they don't have to just listen to me for the sake of our real life relationship. So now I'm going to blog about how much I hated this movie and it was slow and dumb and I just wanted to go home and play with my dog. Really it's more of a set of vague impressions of how much I hated this film than an in-depth review because it's been about a week since I saw it, and all that's still in my head are these complaints.

The Truth About My Sads

So the other day on the bus home from work, I unintentionally spilled my guts all over a co-worker. I am not talking about barfing here. I am talking about talking too much, and maybe too truthfully.

"Real" Bisexuality

So, I have thought alot about the common idea of "real" bisexuality, and who is or isn't really bisexual. When that damn Katy Perry song came out, I was frustrated as shit. My queer friends and I complained about "party lesbians" as we called them. Girls that only make out with other girls for male attention. Recently I've come to re-think my position about the "sometimes lesbian" (although not necessarily the action of wearing ANY kind of sexuality only to titillate men; more on this later in the post).

Customer Service Work SUCKS.

So today I am blogging about yet another thing that is close to my heart. And that is the fact that retail jobs are shit. I work in customer service, food service to be exact. I like most of what goes down at my job. I like making food from scratch, and I like working on a very strictly regimented daily schedule. I like my coworkers and for the most part I even enjoy interacting with customers. But among the many shitty things about working retail (shitty pay, shift work, no benefits, lack of job security), there is one thing that is inescapable. You know what that thing is. Say it with me. ASSHOLES.

Bi Erasure

So today I found this fantastic guest post over at Feministing about feeling invisible as a member of the queer community when dating a member of the opposite sex (or the sex opposite to how you present). A few of the comments relate this to the idea of bi erasure.

Although I haven't had many relationships with women, I do feel like the fact that I'm dating a man removes me from a certain aspect of my community. I DO feel invisible on a fairly regular basis, and I've definitely felt the "we-don't-need-your-patronizing-smile-of-acceptance-straight-girl" stare when I smile at queer couples in an attempt to make a silent connection. I recently gave away my queer pride pin to a friend who lives in a city where she is less likely to find such an accessory, but even when I had it, it felt too small to make the kind of visibility statement that I want to make.

A Thought On Political Correctness.

So thanks to my readings lately, I've been trying to cut the word "lame" out of my vocabulary. On account of the fact that it is some shitty ableist garbage.

So, Do I Even Still Like Amanda Fucking Palmer? Undecided.

So I was reading a post over at my beloved Jezebel today (and I realise that it's Poisson D'Avril Day, so maybe this post was the fish taped to my back, I don't know for sure yet). The post was about Amanda Palmer, who I wouldn't call "beloved" to me, exactly, but I do think she is kind of the shit. Unfortunately, I think she is doing something kind of shitty, and reacting to people's problems with it in a pretty shitty way.