Brought to You by the Letter P
I’ve had Tool’s Parabola stuck in my head for what feels like weeks, though it’s more like week. I’ve always been a fan of Tool – the lyrics are slippery and heavy with portent, the instrumentation is ridiculously awesome, and really, just wow. It still breaks my heart that I never managed to see them play, and I can’t see myself going to a concert in the near future. It’s not the whole ‘zOmg, I’m a parent and can’t have fun!’ thing, but rather, that I just… I don’t really have the energy for it? The hassle of parking and driving and drunks and… meh. It wears me out to even think about it.
Anyways, I’m flipping through the lyrics, trying to figure out why this song is feeling so significant right now. Perhaps it’s because I’m feeling ill; I don’t like being sick, but it makes me feel very physically-based when I am. *chuckles* But then, I can’t really expect myself to explain this, either; I’m more spiritual than religious, and this just about falls into that category. Whatever the case, it’s a good song, so share it around.
In the world of psychology, there’s an article claiming that bright girls are kind of awesome at sabotaging themselves. I’m not really sure how I feel about this particular piece, but then, I’ve been an outcast my entire life. By that blessing of a curse, I don’t really give a damn about fitting into what I’m told to be, and often will do completely the opposite just to be a stubborn bratinka. Now, I’ve got a somewhat crippling perfectionist streak compliments of upbringing, not gender. But this leaves me where I’m either very very sure, or not sure at all, and not much in-between. In-between is where apathy lies, and as I tend to avoid that… *chuckles*
But back to the point – why do we insist that boys and girls must be so fundamentally different that say, they should be taught separately, that the chasm between the two are so vast that we might as well keep pidgeon-holing children into these little boxes to best serve them? Never mind that science shows pretty clearly that the gap between genders is less significant than the gap between the best and worst within individual genders, and that a LOT of how we as a society approach each other is with a hostile assumption that there is no middle ground, only black and white (or blue and pink)? Honestly, I sometimes wonder how we’ve made it this far without just killing each other in fullness. *chuckles*
Of course, it would also help if we weren’t taught that we should raise our children on gold stars and constant and consistent praise, all of which is bad… but that’s an argument for another day. 😉
What other ‘p’ can I muster… oh yes, play! I’d been on a Pokémon kick, but I’ve decided that I should attempt a Legacy game again; this is attempt 4.0. My first three attempts were on my laptop, and all glitched out pretty badly. I figure that trying on my desktop is ideal, as there’s more processor and resource and crap to poke the poor thing along. Amusingly enough, I picked the family name of ‘Poison’, so that’s also a p for you, never mind that I named the family after one of my cats. I’m already doing pretty horribly, if I do say so myself, so we’ll see how it pans out.
For now, c’est tout – I’m going to go back to being a shaky pile of person. Have a nice day!
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