Monday, 29 October 2012

100 days of being awesome

So, Amanda Rose (yes, I have a chick crush) has a plan. It's a 100 day plan. You can read about it on her blog (including my favourite post where she fell off the sugar free wagon).

I was so inspired by her commitment to the The Plan, and her never ending enthusiasm about the plan, that I thought "fuck it" and decided I'd give it a shot.

This, unsurprisingly, came after three months of indulging in Americo Time, which is where I just enjoy the time we have together while skipping the gym, spending weekends on the couch (not to mention many weekdays when I was sick), and experimenting with many wonderful new recipes that may or may not include deep frying.

I adore Americo time. It's my favourite time, but often involves me getting to the end of the three months feeling sluggish, and with a renewed commitment to fighting my anxiety by cleaning up my life with healthier eating, hitting the gym, sorting out my cupboards, and donating my excess stuff to charity.

With all that in mind, I thought I'd join Amanda in committing to the plan. And commit I have.

In the two weeks since I started the plan I've done a fair few things that are making me feel better. So much better that my (legendary) PMS totally skipped me this month, a miracle that I'm sure my man is delighted about.

In the last two weeks I've:


  • Reduced my coffee intake SIGNIFICANTLY. I was having up to 8 or 9 shots (considering one large coffee is two shots) every day. I wish I was joking. I had (have) a massive addiction for, and love for coffee, but it was no doubt contributing to my anxiety, and my lack of sleep, and my general unwellness. I didn't go cold turkey, I'm not that strong, but I'm down to 3 shots (one at home, single shot, and one at work, double) and I'm feeling a lot less anxious, which fucking ROCKS. Yes, I am the last person to figure out coffee is adding to my anxiety, thank you for asking.
  • I've actively reduced my sugar. Not entirely removed it, but reduced it. When I get a craving for Starburst, or Jolly Ranchers, I eat fruit, or reach for a yoghurt. And, I don't get the afternoon dizzy's anymore. Are these things linked? Surely not, what a ridiculous idea. I can't even consider it. But that leads me to...
  • Eating two fruit and five veg every day. I'm not there yet, vegetables are stupid, but I'm close. Vegetables every day with dinner, fruit every night for dessert (with sugar free reduced fat ice cream, it's better than you think) and even vegetables with lunch. This is so unlike me my head may explode. This has been the hardest, because I'm simply too lazy for vegetables. But I do feel better. A lot better. My whole body feels joyous. It's freaking me out.
  • And I'm going to the gym again. AND I smashed my first goal. I wanted to reach 4km in 45 minutes by the end of November. SMASHED IT before the end of October. I can't run, my knee's are messed up with arthritis, but I am determined that by Christmas I'm going to do 5km in 45 minutes. I haven't managed to get to the gym the five times a week I wanted over the last two weeks, but I'm doing pretty well.
  • I'm saving money. It's not a spectacular amount, but it's going up. Every fortnight. I'm paying my bills in advance, I can afford to eat well and go out with the fabulous Brooke when I want and I might maybe even manage to post off all the oversea care packages hiding in my closet for the last year. I'm determined next year my man and I will get married, and this is how to make it happen. Money, root of all evil, is the key to my happiness so I will learn. 
And I have more to come. Next pay day I'm treating myself to some new clothes, because my next goal is to dress like a real grown-up and commit more to the future job I want, starting with dressing for it, to make it easier to get it. It will delay the getting the man slightly, but if I get a new job, it might mean better pay, so it all evens out. 

After that, I don't know. I've done enough, and have a few more goals to reach by Christmas, and then I'll plan for the new year. In which I will kick ass. 

Because I have a plan, and I'm going to achieve it, because I fucking rock. 

(don't worry, those plans don't involve blogging more, so you're safe, my readers, from more of my comma problem)



Saturday, 27 October 2012

happiness

I was happy today.

It was the elated kind of happy where I loved the entire world, all the people in it, and the stunning universe that holds this amazing earth in the palm of it's giant hand, and I wasn't even drunk!

It was such an odd feeling, in a world blurred by anxiety, to just feel good.

From the moment I woke up, all throughout the day, I just felt spectacular.

All the things that bug me normally, idiot drivers, busy markets, impossible car parking at the mall, it was all just fine.

It occurred to me that this is what other people feel, in their normal lives, and it doesn't seem so odd and mildly insane to feel this good.

I'm so envious of people for who this is the norm. This miraculous peace with your place in the universe is such a spectacular feeling. I've experienced only a few times in my life, usually with the aid of valium. I wish the chemical makeup of my brain allowed it to happen more often, every day, once a week, even once a year I'd love to feel this more often than I do.

For those of you that have this, I hope you treasure it for the amazing gift it is.

Monday, 22 October 2012

This is what a feminist looks like

A chick I dig on twitter, Amanda Rose, wrote this article.

It's a good article, and I get the point she's trying to make. Are men confused? No doubt. Living in 2012 in a world where women can become Prime Ministers (psst they've been doing that in New Zealand since last century), the Secretary of State, CEO's (though not very many) and even work in IT has got to be confronting to the men who have previously held all these jobs while women stayed home, had babies, made biscuits, and went to the nursing mothers group once a week.

The suffrage movement, and the feminists of the 70's and 80's changed the way that women were treated in the world. From having no voice at all, other than influencing the husband in bed, or maybe having a small control over the household budget, we had the ability to vote, to go to work, to be lawyers, and doctors, serve in parliament, be builders, plumbers, programmers. We can do any job that a man can do. And should have equal opportunities to win those jobs, and should be treated equally and paid equally once we win the job.

Is that actually the case? My experience is no.

Now, lets talk misogyny.

Dictionary.com defines misogyny as the hatred of women. It's a pretty simply definition. Macquarie Dictionary has recently changed their definition to include "entrenched prejudice against women". This change was so shocking it was a big deal in the media, because isn't that basically sexism?

The definition of sexism is "discrimination based on gender, particularly against women". I find the last half of that statement pretty silly, to be honest, because I've seen sexist behaviour towards men too, so saying it's particularly relevant to women makes the definition of sexism, to my mind, sexist.

So, I like that the definition of misogyny being changed, because I think saying things are sexist is too light weight for a systematic and determined campaign against women. For example, I think US "War on Women" is not simply sexism, its just too wide spread, and comes from such a deep dark place in which women are not equal to men and never will be. It's a religious based war, with Christians deciding that it's against their religion for women to have control of their bodies. Saying that's sexist is too simple. It's not sexism, it's misogyny. It's a calculated, and in some cases legislated, hated of women. Of a woman's right to think for herself and make her own health care decisions. That is absolutely an entrenched prejudice against women.

As is Tony Abbott's, and the main stream media's, behavior towards Julia Gillard. You only need to read a few articles, or listen to question time for 45 minutes, or do a google search of Mr Abbott to find that he really doesn't like women. He thinks that should be at home doing the ironing. He thinks that women don't have the same capacity for leadership as a man. Is saying that behavior is sexist enough? No, I don't think it is. I think it's misogyny and I absolutely think that Julia Gillard was spot on in this video when she called Mr Abbott out for his behavior and when she referred to it as misogyny, because it is.

If you really want to see some entrenched prejudice against women google Julia Gillard and check out some of the articles about her. I just did and found quite a number that referred to her as Julia. A google search of Tony Abbott found that in a good number of articles he was referred to as Mr Abbott, or Tony Abbott, not just by his first name. Is this sexist behavior from the media? oh hell yes. Is it misogynistic? I think so, yes.

So, back to Amanda's article....

Do women use misogynist every day to describe men they don't like? I haven't seen it, but maybe. Is the word misogynist confused by people? probably yes. Does that mean it shouldn't be used? No. To my mind it's better to hear this word on peoples lips every day, than not at all. While by strict definition I suppose the PM should have used sexist, rather than misogynist when talking about Mr Abbott, but there is now a national discussion about feminism and misogyny and that's only to the benefit of Australia, and the world. The PM's take down of ol' Tony has 1.2 million views. My twitter feeds blew up within minutes of the completion of the speech with every women I know RTing in delight and talking about how proud they were. US site Jezebel, the Mary Sue, and even the New Yorker talked about what a powerful video it was. Because it was. It made women feel strong and empowered and like they could do anything, because there was a female PM speaking out against the way she'd been treated, which was very clearly in a sexist way, by the opposition leader.

Now, here comes the point where we go back to the mainstream media, and what idiots they are...the mainstream media, in every article I read, dismissed the PM's speech as petulant, or contrived. They didn't think it had any impact because it was manipulative. They dismissed at as using the 'gender card' against Tony, as women are wont to do.

That commentary is, in itself, disgustingly sexist. Dismissive. Rude. It was just plain shit to read that after such a powerful and passionate speech. They claimed it wasn't politically relevent, wouldn't help her ratings. Two weeks later and she's 3 points up in polls. Imagine that, women were moved by that speech and voiced their approval.

Women started to proudly proclaim they were feminist. In fact, even Mr Abbott came out as a feminist. That, btw, lie that it was, was success in itself because it made feminism ok again.

When I was a teen in the 90's feminism was a dirty word. It was "over" (apparently it's still over). I didn't want to be seen like those bra burning chicks from the 70's, I could get any job I wanted, why did I need feminism? I was young, and to be honest, I was stupid. I had a bad experience where a feminist on the bus told me off for wanting to give up work and have kids, I should be able to do both.

I'm old enough now to know that feminism is choice, and that woman was wrong.

Feminism is the ability and right to choose for yourself, and to have the options available to you to choose from.

If I want a job in IT I should be able to get a job in IT. My resume shouldn't be thrown in the bin just because I'm a woman, and yet it happens. If you're a woman looking for an IT job and you manage to get past the resume chuck out phase, you should have the right to be paid equally to a man. Chances are you won't be. if you're a woman working in IT you should be treated equally at work, not oggled, or dismissed as having less knowledge. If you read everydaysexism.com you'll quickly find that's not the case.

If I want to quit work and stay home, have babies, raise them, be around, I should have that choice too. I shouldn't be forced to work because there's no paid parental leave. And I shouldn't be forced to stay home because there's not enough child care. And I shouldn't be judged by anyone for my choice to stay home, or not.

Neither should my partner. If he wants to stay home and raise the kids he should be able to, with the right to leave, and the right to make his choice without societal judgement coming his way.

In my experience (and I know A LOT of feminists) that's what feminists want.

They want the opportunity, the choice, the rights, the ability to choose without judgment, and the same pay for the same job.

They don't hate men. They just want to be equal in a world that's still paying them less and treating them as less.

In my experience I am treated as less at work. I have been spoken over and dismissed in meetings where I was the only woman. In the same meetings, when I could get a word in, I proposed a solution and was told it was "useless" and then watched as a man suggested the exact same thing and was a genius. I've been referred to as "sweetie" "love" "darling" and "princess" while men were given the respect of having a real name. I've been referred to as a lesbian for ditching my last name and adopting my middle name as my last name. I've had eyes rolled whenever I've raised that the sign in the kitchen "your mother doesn't work here, clean up after yourself" is sexist and outdated, it's not the 70's folks, lets try and move in the new century.

It's because of these behaviors that the word misogyny is used casually, because we need a stronger word to say "this shit is FUCKED" when sexist just doesn't get the point across.

Are there feminists that hate men? Sure, no doubt. Do men often claim that feminists hate men in order to dismiss a relevant argument presented to them by a feminist? oh my yes. Do some folks like to jump up and claim misandry (the opposite of misogyny) when they want to silence a strong outspoken women? oh yeah, my twitter feed is a treat.


So, are men confused about how to treat women? Should they open they door? Can they say they like your outfit? Should they hold the chair out? Tell you that you look sexy?

It's all about context, baby.

Should you open the door? Yes. But don't mind if a woman opens the door for you.

Can you say you like my outfit? To be sure, but think about how you frame the compliment. If it's at work, using the words "sexy" and "school girl" are probably terms to avoid. be professional and smart about how you say it. I love a compliment, but if you make it skeevy, it's just skeevy.

Should you hold the chair out? Sure, why not? But I'm really short and inevitably I get a chair in the knees and that really hurts, so I don't know, if you want.

Can you tell me I look sexy? Only if you're my fella. If you're not my fella, I'd really prefer you didn't. That's just me tho.

All these thoughts are just me.

I don't speak for any feminist but me.

I don't speak for any woman but me.

I won't speak for you, because you might like the chair thing.

The thing that really gets to me about feminism, all the different definitions, the disclaimers "oh I'm not a feminist" the denouncing of feminism as evil, the spouting of opinions presented by feminists as the opinion of all feminists, is that it's fucking bullshit, much like any assumption that one group thinks the same all the time.

Not all white people think the same. Not all Asians think the same. Not all men think the same. Not all women thing the same. Not all feminists think the same.

But at the end of the day, feminism isn't as hard as people make it and we'd all be better served by remembering that feminism is equality and choice, and misogyny is the hatred of women, and put some effort into making it clear to the media that they're making the issue harder for all of us by putting a spin on these terms.


I'm proud to proclaim that I'm a feminist. Not just in words, but in actions and intent. If you met me and talked with me for 5 minutes you'd know I'm a feminist because I think it's important that we speak out loud about these things, and I'm not afraid to be the one that does it.

I think all woman should be proud to say they're feminist, I think men should lean to be proud to be feminist too. I think we should all be proud to say we want equality for women, because it's 2012 and we don't have it yet.

And really, isn't it time we did?

Thursday, 18 October 2012

I had a plan...

I was going to be good today. I had a plan. It involved being calm and listening to podcasts, and getting through the day just fine. I wasn't going to dwell on Americo going home, I was going to focus on the fact we're finally getting our shit together and next year we'll make the visa thing happen.

I was going to put together a checklist of things I had to do to start pulling together all the visa paper work (again), hook up the printer, and start doing instead of sitting around sobbing.

I wasn't going to dive into a bucket of donuts and a giant bowl of pasta.

I wasn't going to throw up all over myself.

Obviously, this plan was pretty unrealistic.

Airport, totally fine. Got moved to a direct flight, kept his economy plus seat even though he changed flights, we did the quick goodbye to avoid the inelegant airport hysterics, I paid my $20 for 30 minutes of parking (I wish I was joking) and got on the road.

Aisha Tyler's podcast is a delight. Nathan Fillian and Wayne Brady charming and delightful guests. I had a fabulous cheesecake in Goulburn and all was well. A tiny tear in the airport, a catch in the throat when he called before boarding, no problems. I'm a calm, put together, type a control freak, I can just keep moving and get home.

And then, what I can do is go to the supermarket, burst into tears while trying to pick a leek, and then get home and vomit all over myself because I cried til I couldn't breathe, which for me leads to hurling.

So, plan fail. Spectacular fail. Chocolate mousse cheesecake vomit fail.

Btw, chocolate mousse cheesecake is not something you want to vomit all over yourself. It doesn't taste good coming up. It's sticky. And no grown up should ever have to clean vomit out of their hair unless they're absolutely wasted after too many mojitos.

I don't really know what to do next. Go have a shower and wash the vomit out of my hair, I suppose. Make pasta, eat donuts, get my shit together and start planning. Even the shower seems pretty impossible right now. Food total idiocy. Getting my shit together is probably the most hysterical concept of all.

I don't remember how to plan days that don't involve coming home to him. I don't want to remember.

I just wish this shit wasn't so fucking hard. Love shouldn't have to involve leaving someone you love at an airport. It just shouldn't.

Sunday, 14 October 2012

Leaving on a jet plane

It is not at all surprising that I'm not feeling great this week. Or last week. My man leaves this week to go back to San Francisco, after 9 weeks with me. It's sad, and I know I have the 'right' to be sad, because this is one of those times where sad is 'normal'.

My problem though, is not the normal level of sad that other people feel when their partner goes back overseas for an indeterminate amount of time, it's the potential for sad so bad it knocks me on my ass for 3 weeks and prevents me functioning like a human.

The last two times we did this, after I left San Francisco, and the last time he left here a year ago, it came after two weeks of solid depression to the point I was nearly unable to function. The two weeks before I left San Francisco I was almost totally incapable of getting out of bed.

I'm terrified of that happening again. Terrified of being unable to get out of bed, unable to eat, unable to work, unable to think of anything other than how wrong it feels to not be in the same country as my guy.

I think about all the things I'll get back to doing when he's gone, to try and make myself feel better. I'll start working out again, not because he prevents me doing that, but because I'd rather be with him for the time he's here, than spend 75 minutes o a treadmill. I'll start eating better again, not because he stops me eating well (the exact opposite in fact) but because I like to not think about portion size and skipping dessert when he's here. I like trying new food with him, and I don't care that it's making my cholesterol sky rocket. I'll be able to save money faster just because I'm only feeding one, which obviously halves the grocery budget.

These are ridiculous thoughts, because of course they don't even come close to making it ok that I sleep better when he's here. And I'm less afraid of life, because I don't have to face it alone when he's here.

I am terrified this time, more than the other times, of having to go back to living on my own again.

All the other times he's left, or I've left, I've come home to someone. I had a housemate to distract me from the terrifying aloneness that I feel when he's on the other side of the ocean, and this time I don't have that.

Thursday is getting closer by the day, and him leaving is awful and heartbreaking, and not the worst of what I'm feeling as the time gets closer. The thing that really has me in a tizzy is coming home to my empty apartment, my empty bed, empty fridge, empty closet, and no distractions to get me through the 15 hour flight until he's on Skype.

I fear what that 15 hours is going to do to my sanity and the shreds of emotional control I've built up over the last year.

Have I built up my sense of self and internal control enough to survive Thursday's heartbreak?

Guess we'll find out.