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Your result for The Chakra Test...

The Sensuous One

You have scored 100% Desire - Your dominant Chakra is the "Sacral (Spleen) or Orange Chakra"

The "Sacral (Spleen) or Orange Chakra" is where energy for one's sexuality and feelings originates from. It is located at the spleen (and genitals). This is the chakra which is most developed in you at this time.

The Sacral chakra is about feeling and sexuality. When it is open your feelings flow freely, and are expressed without you being over-emotional. You are open to intimacy and you can be passionate and lively. You have no problems dealing with your sexuality.

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Your result for The Personality Defect Test...

Emo Kid

You are 29% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 43% Brutal, and 29% Arrogant.

You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. (And Jesus almost never pukes, being immortal and not requiring an act of puke to dispell toxins from his corporeal manifestation.) If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being that go something like this:

life is a spike / upon which i have impaled mysefl / fuck you dad

So, your personality is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too inhibited. Plus, your poetry really upsets your father.

I probably made you cry, didn't I? Fucking Emo Kid.

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Ten bucks says Sam gets the Smartass if he takes this quiz. :p

I am a Humorless Feminist(TM)

In which I try to explain why this stuff gets under my skin.

Today, I linked to a BoingBoing article concerning a speaker system built for mp3 players. The speakers are built into a female mannequin. You plug your mp3 player into her crotch and her breasts serve as speakers.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at this. Melissa McEwan at Shakesville has an entire series dedicated to the phenomena of products that resemble parts of the female anatomy. It's not like any of this is exactly new to me, but I have to admit it bothers me. It bothers me that the first reaction people have is to laugh it off, or to say, "That's creative," or even to make crass jokes ("If only I could get my wife/girlfriend/unnamed woman to do that. Hyuk, hyuk!"). It bothers me that I have to explain to people that it's not the fact that women are more "aestethically pleasing," it's that our bodies are objectified to a frightening degree. It's that it's so easy to divorce a woman's body from her humanity and that we see nothing wrong with it.

Liss says it better than I can:

But I despair at the reactions to the post at Boing Boing, no less that it was posted there in the first place. That we have been so resoundingly inured to the narratives of female subjugation that we are expected to not care when presented with a product like this, communicating at its essence the message that women's bodies are not to be respected and are worth little beyond their value as men's entertainment, could not more pointedly underline how very far away we are from authentic equality.

You're right, I've got no sense of humor when it comes to this. You spend a few years being bombarded with messages that say your body, and only your body, is here solely to serve as a source of pleasure for someone else and then tell me to laugh it off.

And just like that, things go bad again.

Zoe has taken a turn for the worse again. She's having difficulty standing and seems to be losing strength in her back legs. Just last night she was fine. I had to move her bowl after she'd pushed it underneath something and couldn't lick it clean like she wanted, so I didn't see this coming. I noticed she had a little trouble navigating getting in and out of the front door this morning when I let them out to do their business, but I chalked it up to the stiffness she gets as she was able to move under her own power. That was only a few hours ago and now...*sighs*

I'm taking her to the vet first thing tomorrow morning. I suspect this time he's going to advise me to put her down because this doesn't look like she's just in pain and looks more like her body is shutting down. Tofu's coming over after work to sit with her for a little while before he goes home and I suspect I'll be spending extra time with her today and preparing myself to say good-bye in the morning. (Mom's taking the kiddo first thing so I'll have one less thing to worry about at the vet's.)

I know she's an old dog, really old, but...it doesn't hurt any less.

By the way, today is six months since Dad died, and I've been dreaming about him too. My mood is...yeah, I'm sick of this right now.