tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64551889450459621522024-03-13T04:52:24.587-07:00Women who Chuck likesCharles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-57977323727334450962014-06-22T20:58:00.004-07:002014-06-22T20:58:51.576-07:00This is the end.Okay, first of all, I've been planning on writing this ever since the 2014 Isla Vista killings happened last month. I'm a busy fellow and I finally got around to it. I don't feel I'm in a place where I can articulate exactly what I want to say, but this is long overdue...<br />
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This blog is <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.799999237060547px;"><big>1,732 days old. I haven't updated in a long time. Even when I did update, it was half baked. My heart isn't into it anymore. And that's a good thing.</big></span><br />
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As for me being undatable because of some deep seated social stigma that painted me a creepy weirdo guy...<br />
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Recently at a meeting we used as an icebreaker 'What is your biggest regret in life?' First of all, let me say that when I was 24 I thought my biggest regret in life was going to be something related to not overcoming shyness and talking to someone I had feelings for, or something like that. I honestly don't recall what answer I gave at the meeting. However, the question weighed on my mind far into the night. After I got home, I realized that my biggest regret has been almost everything I've said to, or about women up until I was about 27. That's about the time I began to realize that just because a woman isn't interested in you in <i>that</i> way, really doesn't have much reflection on how she values you as a person. It took me 27 fucking years to realize that.<br />
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I think when I started this blog, I was hoping that publicly displaying how I reflected on the women in my life and in the media would show how I have totally normal, healthy attraction toward women. Some people liked it. Some people didn't. However, I think it did, in some ways, the polar opposite of displaying normal, healthy attraction toward women. This blog served as a record for a really unhealthy obsession with women in several spots. These were thoughts I wish I hadn't had. These were also thoughts, for the sake of myself and the women, I shouldn't have put on the Internet. All those sort of posts have been removed.<br />
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The rest, well, I want to leave them up as a sort of testament that feminism can save men from feeling entitled and shitty. It's not easy. I was barraged from a very young age to be entitled and shitty, and I'm sure I still have residue of entitled shittiness about me, but instead of taking my entitled shittiness out on the world around me like Elliot Rodger<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"> did, I generally focused it inward, and felt like there was something wrong with me. Like I wasn't good enough to have a woman in my life. I don't want to sound like I was on the verge of a homicidal or suicidal (or both) rampage but bell hooks saved me. I do want to say I have done a lot that I'm not proud of, and if it wasn't for the influence that feminism has had on my life ever since I started listening to Bratmobile in high school, I probably would have never questioned myself or my motives.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">I'm not articulating myself very well. That's actually okay, because I found a really great article that says something tantamount to what I wanted to say, even though I don't think I'm especially nerdy and the article is geared toward nerds. That article is <a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2014/05/27/your-princess-is-in-another-castle-misogyny-entitlement-and-nerds.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">Perhaps if I feel like there's more I could say about how I'm thankful my attitude toward women, and toward relating to them, then I will post it here again. I've said this already, but I don't feel like I'm explaining this change in a way that's clear. However, if that doesn't happen, then this will be the last post in this blog. Good riddance, Women Who Chuck Likes. It's been a strange ride and I'm happy to have moved on. Thanks for reading.</span>Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-70255694461432435332013-12-15T03:08:00.000-08:002013-12-15T03:08:03.572-08:00I'm listening to Julie Doiron right now.I'm completely fucking drunk.
I don't think I have anything specifically to say about women, right now. Currently I can't recall why I decided I ought to log into this blog o' mine. I'm having a very, very bad night. I have aprox. zero free time these days because I'm always at work or commuting. Even if I could afford a car, I don't have time to look for one. I'm thinking San Diego ain't the right city for me. The public transportation here is less than a joke and my jobs are stupid and if I quit I'd be replaced in a week tops.
Pretty cool how I can type well even when I'm this drunk huh? The spell check thing on Google chrome will do that.
A friend posted like a week ago that she turned down a $14 an hour job because they didn't offer her enough hours. This is all on facebook. Another friend turned 30 today and she had a party and had all manner of people posting on her wall and it's nice. I'm turning 30 next October. I have precious few months to become an accomplished adult, and let's face it, my life hasn't promised amazing results up to this point. I've noticed a significant improvement to my emotional well-being when I don't have easy access to facebook. Unfortunately, at one of my current jobs I have several hours with a computer in front of me and nothing to do and I don't know how to stop. Facebook is my kryptonite. Psyche! Life is my kryptonite.
Julia Serano is definitely, definitely a woman who I've had no end of esteem for. She once wrote that one of the things she noticed when she was taking estrogen was that she noticed her emotions became more instantly, unavoidably available. She couldn't push them to the back like she could before. I recall this because one of the big reasons I'm not crying in giant, ugly sobs into my pillow is because I don't want to wake my roommate. And when I cry, it's always ugly. That's the sort of tears I cry. Everyone else cries in conventionally attracitve ways and my tears are giant fucking Lena Dunham tears that blubber and let the whole world know. I learned that when I was living in the dorms and Rene Stephens (of Fulcrum records fame) first introduced me to Julie Dorion. God, that was almost 10 years ago. What would I do without her?
There are things about my life, about this evening, that I'm not sure how to confess to. Even though embarrassment keeps me from holding back tears there are some subjects that I can't yet confess to. That either sounds really endearing or really unsettling. Perhaps both. Now i'm tempted to list all the things that i'm NOT talking about. That would be silly and over indulgent. To that end, let me just say that I have ways of dealing with my own challenges that are proscribed for people of my sex, gender, age, class, and other shit like that.
I'm almost positive I'm going to regret posting this once I'm sober. Keep it covered up Charles! Don't want the world not thinking you're a casual fun dude. Won't get laid ever as a dysthymic train wreck. Gotta make sure you're Mister Well Adjusted. Besides, who can afford therapy, either time wise or money wise.
I know that the only reason I'm posting this is because I'm desperate for help and I can't find it. I'm at an age when old people tell me I'm young and young people tell me I'm old. Or even if they don't tell me they make me feel old by asking who Kurt Cobain is. I wish I knew how to solve my life. I wish I knew how to answer the questions I began asking when I was about 7-years-old. The older I get, the harder it is to know I have no answer for them.
I still can't remember what or who inspired me to open my blogspot that has become sorely neglected ever since I moved to San Diego. Well, I was free from medication and legitimately enjoying life for almost a full year. That's something to compel me to be more positive (but I must confess at present it's not working).
Jesus, I'm tired of typing. I'm done for tonight. Time to kill this handle and pass out.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-61437908845917605762013-10-14T09:25:00.001-07:002013-10-14T09:25:32.116-07:00Debra Ginsberg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG-7VeJFIOk/Ulwar5m5HzI/AAAAAAAAEvI/2g-iz_5TD1k/s1600/deborahsdfgasdgasdfaerwt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG-7VeJFIOk/Ulwar5m5HzI/AAAAAAAAEvI/2g-iz_5TD1k/s320/deborahsdfgasdgasdfaerwt.jpg" /></a></div>
Debra Ginsberg rules everybody. She wrote this book about being a waitress that I'm reading right now. She's a really good writer and it's a really interesting read. Punk fuckin' rock.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-32851926162664413412013-09-21T12:23:00.002-07:002013-09-21T12:24:35.019-07:00Pauline Black<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been reading this book <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1958581.Women_of_the_Underground" target="_blank">Women of the Underground: Music</a> and I'd say I've never heard of at least 75% of the women interviewed in the book. Still, some of the interviews are really interesting, and Pauline Black was both a woman I've never heard of before and a very interesting interview. In the interview she talks a lot about her introduction to 2-tone ska and a lot about how, coming from her background and having the personality she has, the ideas on race and gender that were being manifested by the music scene at the time were a real lifesaver for her. There were problems in the scene then and there are problems in the scene now, but she was raised in an environment where she was lead to feel inferior for being black and lead to feel incapable for being female, and then ska came out and it was like 'No Pauline! We want you to be part of this! We want you to headline, because you kick ass at this!' and it's a really interesting thing to think about.<br />
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So I decided to look her up, because I'd never heard her band, The Selector, before. Here's the first thing I noticed: Nobody, I mean nobody, loves 2-tone ska more than Pauline Black. It might seem sort of stagnant that she hasn't really branched out in all this time, but I think it's honestly really awesome that she's still doing the same thing she loves in much the same way after all these years. It's not like anyone ever told Nicola Tesla 'Hey, why don't you branch out from this electricity stuff and try something new?' And she's adorable. I don't mean that in a belittling way, but she really is. Her personality is so cute, and so fun, and at the same time she's a stone cold badass. I hope I'm as cool as she is when I'm almost 60 (I turn 29 in two weeks).<br />
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So I started watching <a href="http://womenwhochucklikes.blogspot.com/2013/08/anita-sarkeesian-you-are-queen-of-my.html" target="_blank">Anita Sarkeesian</a> videos on youtube, and as kind of a 'know your enemy' type thing I watched a couple of videos that countered her points. For the most part, these videos had arguments that I didn't find sound and struck me as typical of the things we have been hearing from anti-feminists for a long time now. I don't wholeheartedly agree with what Anita Sarkeesian is doing myself, but the backlash against her is full of logic that I consider bad and sometimes seemed more interested in attacking Sarkeesian personally than coming up with a justified counter-argument.<br />
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So I watched a few videos like that, and I watched the same crap I usually watch on Youtube, which includes but is not limited to <a href="http://youtu.be/_3mnuelIhJg" target="_blank">The Whitest Kids U Know</a> (who can make jokes concerning gender that are understandably controversial), and speeches by <a href="http://youtu.be/I7izJggqCoA" target="_blank">Christopher Hitchens</a> (who is a dead man that I agree with aproximately 100% of the time when he's not talking about women), and music by <a href="http://youtu.be/6VOa9IZ86Ak" target="_blank">Frank Zappa</a> (ditto) and it's pretty clear suddenly why every other video that youtube 'Recommended for you' has been about why feminism sucks and is bad because it tells men not to rape women which must mean it thinks it's totally okay for women to rape men or some shit like that.<br />
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In case you hadn't guessed, I don't really want to watch some loser talking about that kind of garbage for hours on end, so what I've been doing is going through and watching various feminist speakers that I recall enjoying from my college days, in the hope that maybe youtube will get the point and stop trying to show misogyny down my throat.<br />
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And I recalled Loretta Ross, a woman whom I'd enjoyed a speech by back when I was like 19 or 20, though I hardly remember what it was about. I looked her up, and she is just right on. The speech I watched of hers tonight is a little out-of-context and longer than most youtube videos people have patience for (or at least I have patience for) but totally worth watching.<br />
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Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-45463777369947601282013-08-16T00:01:00.001-07:002013-08-16T00:01:02.960-07:00Olivia Dunham<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So my homie Brandon Eisenberg, who I would like to give a linkage to, but when I look up his personal website on fb it lists <a href="http://castpodcasts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">three</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/LogCabinLads" target="_blank">separate</a> <a href="http://theseareblogs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">pages</a>, and I frankly don't know if any of those are blogs of him personally or whatever, anyway, he cornered me online this morning and told me I needed to see Breaking Bad, so naturally I responded that he needed to see <a href="http://www.ifcfilms.com/films/the-red-riding-trilogy" target="_blank">Red Riding</a>, because that was a pretty good miniseries and it kept me intrigued.<br />
The truth is, I don't really want to get into Breaking Bad. I've heard about the show a lot from a lot of people who really like it but regardless something about it makes me feel like I just wouldn't enjoy it. For one thing, if I wanted to watch people cook up meth I would have just stayed in <a href="http://youtu.be/6A8Y5J88aP8" target="_blank">Chico</a>, but also, I haven't heard any praise that would make me think, 'Okay, that would make a show good.' For the same reason, I haven't tried watching Dexter yet.<br />
<br />At any rate, I decided I should finish watching Fringe before I watch a new show, even though that's bullshit, because since The Office and <a href="http://womenwhochucklikes.blogspot.com/2010/02/tina-fey-is-likable-sort-of-woman-of.html" target="_blank">30 Rock</a> ended this season that's opened up space in my life for 2 new shows. Regardless, I started watching it again, without remembering where I left off, and I just took a stab in the dark and picked one where people are being killed from the inside out by cold viruses that grow to the size of cats. That show is badass. It really is, and at the heart of it is a badass woman named Olivia Dunham.<br />
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I want to make one thing clear right now. This post is about the fictional character Olivia Dunham. The actor who plays her is probably very nice, but I don't know her and I'm guessing she's not a badass secret agent who shoots guns and is down to fight the corporate machine and get to the bottom of vast conspiracies. <br />
Her character is almost identical in personality to <a href="http://womenwhochucklikes.blogspot.com/2009/09/jacqueline-mckenzie.html" target="_blank">the agent from The 4400</a>, which is one of my favorite shows ever. I don't know if there's a term for that sort of stock character, but if not I move that we call them '<a href="http://youtu.be/-Dw3m-vIj7A" target="_blank">Scully Clones</a>.' I guess if I'm doing a feminist cultural analysis on it, the reason for Scully clones is probably similar to final girls, where the film wants to show a tough character but needs her to be female so that she can have a sensitive side/pull more empathy from the audience. That's not an all bad thing. In a sense, Scully clones are better agents then their male counterparts because they're capable of being nurturing, or in touch emotionally, or otherwise sensitive when the situation calls for it, which, from the little I know about tactical situations, I believe can go a long way to coping with the stress of a tactical situation, both for the agent and her partners. At any rate, I always like Scully clones. Although, admittedly, I never got that much into X-Files. Something about fictional re-imagining of purported incidents just never acquires my interest. I also couldn't get into From Hell.<br />
<br />Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-29889022683685481842013-08-14T11:37:00.002-07:002013-08-14T11:37:32.630-07:00TiffanyThe other day I saw a woman at the bus stop who I used to work with. I never talked to her, but I sometimes saw her and lusted for her. Talking to someone just because they have a smokin' hot body is overrated anyway. What bands and movies and books a woman likes is way more important which is why Internet dating, in spite of all it's faults, is way better for meeting rad women than pick up. I guess pick up is probably okay if you just want a one night stand. Even then, most pick up artists are really shitty people.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-25450624997975864552013-08-10T00:36:00.000-07:002013-08-17T14:28:06.606-07:00Anita Sarkeesian you are the queen of my worldSo it's been approximately 9 months of hiatus from this blog. The motherboard broke on my old computer and my employment history has been sketchy at best, so the funds necessary for a new computer were scarce. Anyway, welcome back, all 0 of you faithful readers.<br />
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So about a week ago, this really neato friend of mine named Alan sent me a vid of a woman named Anita Sarkeesian giving a TED talk about how Anonymous attacked her after she started a kickstarter to raise funds for this video series she wanted to do critiquing portrayal of women in video games. I have to confess, at first I wasn't impressed. I think part of it is I've always associated video games with something to do when you're bored, as opposed to an art form to examine critically. I watched the TED talk and imagined a Toni Morrison-esque term paper on the sociological repercussions of Mrs. Pac-Man and thought to myself 'Could anything be more boring and self-congratulatory.' I guess there's also a sleeping libertarian in me that thinks Kickstarter is an inappropriate way for one to raise $$$ for their projects. I still feel that way to an extent, but that's a story for a different blog post.<br />
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So I had those sort of, 'I like the motivation behind this whole thing but otherwise I'm nonplussed by it.' thoughts until about 2 hours ago when I watched this video from her, which randomly appeared when I watched a video my friend made at work:<br />
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Now I want to try and make a long story short. That's not one of my strong suits, so here goes nothing. I love feminism as much as anyone. I really do. Not just because I have the capacity for empathy and I understand how it's a just cause, but because all my life I've never fit into conventional gender stereotypes. I wasn't good at sports. My favorite colour was purple. I was always more imaginative than the kids at school that I felt I was supposed to be more like. And later in life, I cried. I still sucked at sports. I crossdressed. I don't want to say I needed feminism in my personal life as much as Loretta Ross or whomever, but at the same time, the knife of sexism cuts both ways, and I've been cut, motherfuckers. I've been cut.<br />
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Which is funny, because I spend a minute defending this blog against feminists, and to that, all I have to say is that I'm not perfect. I like to think I'm becoming a better feminist as I get old and able to make more rational decisions in my personal life, and I've made mistakes along the way, and I just might make a few more. Still, I sincerely believe my heart's in the right place, and if someone comes to me with a constructive concern (i.e. not 'Fuck you Charles.') I'll at the very least take it into serious consideration.<br />
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But I digress, until I was like 20 I thought the word 'Feminism' meant 'women who think women are better than men' and of course never bothered to look it up. This is in spite of the fact that Bratmobile's Ladies Women & Girls was in my top 5 for almost all of high school. I think I just didn't really have the peers to back me up on that shit. There's only so far you can go when you're alone in your ideals and in high school in a town with a population of 780.<br />
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So anyway, this all gets back to the episode of Family Guy that Sarkeesian talks about in her video up there, and how I remember being 19 and living in the dorms around the time that the Family Guy DVDs got really popular and watching that episode 20 times and thinking it was right on, and then going through the rest of college and realizing that no, no it wasn't at all, and seriously, when someone says the things that Sarkeesian is saying in this video, and makes the point she makes, the feeling of validation is overwhelming. I'm practically in tears watching it, and as previously stated, I'm a pretty macho guy (LOLJK) so that rarely happens. Because now I have to live in a world where I think things like this are horrifically misguided:<br />
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and getting backlash when I state such on facebook. You probably can't read all that. If not, consider yourself lucky.<br />
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And so anyway, it's so seriously, seriously refreshing and endearing that someone is willing to recognize the shitty elements that I have been upset by for so long that I seriously want Anita Sarkeesian to be my best friend and we'll go grab beers together and I can explain to her why I feel that, while not perfect, I think Fritz Lang's Big Heat is actually way more female positive than any of its contemporaries and together we will go hand in hand to fight the good fight against oppressive culture wherever it may lie and we each get our own unicorn to ride and free pizza for life.<br />
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Whatever. I'm drunk.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-36173834498704052562012-11-08T09:37:00.001-08:002012-11-08T09:37:44.434-08:00Let's do drugs!I've changed a lot as a person since I started this blog, and I've been trying to be a better person when maintaining this blog. One way of doing that is to avoid getting gossipy (in related news: Beth Ditto is a woman who I like). This post will in all likelihood come dangerously close to that. I'm doing my best to keep it together.<br />
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Almost exactly a year ago, I started an OKCupid profile as a joke. I was trying to make a profile that was as unappealing as possible. I used a bunch of pictures of myself in my underwear, and I answered all the questions in the most awful way possible. E.g. 'I am pro-life. My ideal match would be pro-choice.'<br />
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After a while on there, I made a real profile and sort of forgot about the fake one. I checked it for the first time in a long while and the experience was sort of surreal.<br />
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Imagine my surprise to find a bunch of messages from women who apparently didn't get that the profile was a joke and thought this crazy alter-ego I'd cooked up would be a catch. Seriously. What the fuck? Why would you ever want to hook up with someone who under 'What I'm Doing With My Life' puts 'I'm unemployed and I like to have sex with my hand.'<br />
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One of the women who messaged me (twice) mentioned in detail on her profile that she hated herself and she was looking for someone to fix her life. For the record, I wholly believe that if you're in a distraught place like that the last thing you need is to get romantically involved with someone. It's a bummer but dating is only going to make things harder for someone who's already in a bad place.<br />
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So that was weird, but then, even weirder, was a message I got from a user whom <b>I'd previously been talking to on my real profile</b>, who ostensibly didn't realize that the profile was fake, or that the pictures of a man in his underwear were of the same man who she'd been talking to previously.<br />
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Even before that, the whole thing was sort of weird. She told me about a show going on that I went to once, and I never quite ran into her there, but then it turns out I did see her, I just didn't recognize her. Apparently some guy grabbed her but or something and she kicked the shit out of him, and I awkwardly watched the whole thing and still didn't realize it was her.<br />
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So that's weird, but when she contacted the fake profile she wanted to know if I could hook her up with drugs. I'm pretty sure she didn't mean soft stuff, because when somebody non-specifically says they want 'drugs' it seems to me that they're implying they'll do any drugs they can get their hand on. Also, I find it hard to believe she'd have a hard time scoring something like weed in San Diego. In this city, if you throw a rock you hit marijuana.<br />
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So anyway, I don't really want to get involved with someone who's into drugs. They might be a nice person and all, but drug addiction typically negatively affects not only the addict but everyone around her (See Johnny Cash covering Nine Inch Nails). So I'm going to chalk that up to dodging a bullet. She goes to shows in the area though, so it'll be really weird if I ever run into her.<br />
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So I took down both OKCupid profiles. I've had enough weird in my life for the time being. Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-34572880736762279292012-11-04T10:22:00.003-08:002012-11-04T10:22:30.735-08:00Many Women on OKCupid are truly awful human beings.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't mean to single out women like this, but I hardly use OKCupid to meet men. Sometimes I look for men on OKCupid in the hopes of sparking a new friendship, but that's only happened 2 or 3 times. I can't really gauge the men on OKCupid from that. Oh wait, I do have this picture that a woman put on her profile that suggests that at least some men are rather crude and awful.
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So I'm not bullish on the way she talks about obese women. I mean, I get
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The area where this really becomes apparent is in the 'questions' section of the website. The questions in question are available to OKCupid users to discern how they feel about various issues in life, and most of them are fairly benign, like 'If someone says "I love you." on the first date is it sweet or scary?' Then there's a number of questions that deal with topics that reflect not just as a person in the dating world, but on the ethics of the individual. Here are some examples: </div>
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People's answers to many of these are shockingly vile, but the last question really bothers me. I've seen two women who, from their profile seemed like okay, decent people, but then you get to their questions and you find out they're willing to have sex with someone who's messed up, knowing they wouldn't be into it sober. I feel like there might be women who don't see what the problem with this is, and I think it's part of the rape culture sentiment that 'A girl can't rape a guy.' If you'd eff a person in this situation, you're a rapist and a shitty person and I hate you and stay the fuck away from my junk you evil fuck.<br />
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There's a lot of people who have answered this with 'no,' which I find just horrid. I sort of don't understand the stigma. I mean, someone using anti-depressants is coping with depression, and if they're willing to shell out the cash for meds they're probably more adamant about staying on top of their mood. I've used anti-depressants in the past, and now I don't need to anymore, which I count amongst one of the most fortunate things that's happened to me. If I still needed them, I would do it and I'd be responsible about it. One person commented that they would look down on someone who's using anti-depressants for being too stupid to just smoke pot. I was going to comment on that, but maybe I don't even need to. I've experienced first hand how anti-depressants can work, and I've experienced first hand how trying to 'just deal with it' is a really, really bad decision.<br />
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In short, OKCupid is overrun with abominable humans and it makes me hope that the website is not an accurate pool of the general public opinion.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-29262978021072385512012-11-01T11:10:00.001-07:002012-11-01T11:10:28.224-07:00Why am I posting this?A lot of people hate this blog and I think one of the reasons is because it tends to feature women who perhaps lack substance who I like on purely physically attractive grounds. This is one of those posts.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/deYSnFYGSC0" width="400"></iframe><br />Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-41560857209134000512012-10-30T07:44:00.000-07:002012-10-30T07:44:16.670-07:00When the basis of your show is that 'B' rhymes with '23'...A few days ago I ran out of shows I routinely watch on Hulu, and it suggested I check out 'Don't Trust The B In Apartment 23.' Okay, I thought to myself. I like sitcoms. I watched it for about two minutes and turned it off. Sometimes I wonder if twenty years from now we'll look back at 30 Rock reruns with the same disdain we have for Family Matters reruns today. Only time will tell, but I can say for certain Don't Trust The B is not a show I care for now and it probably won't age well.<br />
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The B mentioned in the title is Krysten Ritter, who bears a striking resemblance to transsexual adult film star Mandy Mitchell. I noticed this because <b>I am classy as fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</b><br />
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<b> </b><br />I had a difficult time finding two pictures that demonstrated their similarities well, so if you're overly skeptical you'll have to go watch some porn and/or sitcom.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-11129083041734494652012-10-25T10:25:00.000-07:002012-10-25T10:25:09.676-07:00Dirty Signs With KristinOh my shit, where do I start?<br />
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Okay, so like half an hour ago, I thought it would be funny to Tweet '<a href="https://twitter.com/ChuckHPeckhamV/status/261512845680844801" target="_blank">I need to know how to say 'prostitute' in sign language. Don't ask.</a>' and this <a href="http://fuckyeahreposts.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">guy who I barely know</a> hit my sweet ass back on Facebook with a link to a YouTube channel called 'Dirty Signs With Kristin.' It's a very good channel. She does all her videos completely straight faced instructional while saying things that make you wish you knew how to sign back 'You kiss your mother with that mouth?' but on second thought maybe it's okay that you don't know how to say that, because it wouldn't make sense since you don't do sign language with your mouth. Anyway, this is my favorite video because she says 'poop.'<br />
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Hi.<br />
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So this blog is back in business. I shut it down when some sort of personal posts I was making were getting me into trouble with work and friends. I've deleted about a hundred posts and hopefully trimmed away anything too divulging.<br />
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Of all the things the Internet has taught me about, Kristen Schaal is one of them. I was going to say she was one of my favorites, but let's not kid ourselves. <a href="http://youtu.be/DEqmC1q9Sow" target="_blank">The Internet has given me some fucking radstyle shit.</a> Still, I sort of knew who she was for a while. I'd seen her do an appearance on the Daily Show and <a href="http://womenwhochucklikes.blogspot.com/2010/06/stephanie-sanditz.html" target="_blank">a picture of her turned up when I was trying to google someone else.</a> But I finally found out how funny she is when I got caught up on 30 Rock a couple of weeks ago. Now, she's pretty much the funniest woman I know of. I want to get every joke she says tattooed on me so I can just walk around reading my own skin and laughing. She rules balls.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-77232377539829140792011-11-23T15:17:00.000-08:002012-11-04T10:28:09.321-08:00The woman with a costume inspired by Roy Lichtenstein art.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't believe how totally, totally awesome this is. I don't know who this woman is, but she is a genius.<br />
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Thanks to <a href="http://superpunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/roy-lichtenstein-inspired-costume.html" target="_blank">Super Punch</a>.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-22161598505327739172011-11-23T00:44:00.000-08:002012-10-06T15:59:14.383-07:00Hey fuck you, Bozo.I've been playing this video game of Matts' and I commented earlier tonight that it's the only thing going right in my life at present. It's nice to have something going right in your life, even if it is virtual and ultimately meaningless.<br />
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I was thinking about how I'll probably have to cut my hair in order to find employment, and I don't think I'm willing to make that sacrifice. If I were to cut my hair, that would be compromising the motivating force in my life in order to get a job that I will in all likelihood really hate. Any job that would have me cut my hair will likely further punish my creative side in many other ways. If it had to be one or the other, I'd kill myself before cutting my hair for a job. I really would. It's not one or the other (hopefully), but thems the breaks. I'm almost 30 now, and I'm too old to be compromising the life I want to lead for mere sustenance. I'm a complete loser. There's nothing I've done with my life that couldn't be swept away from the collective potential of the universe in an hour or less, but I'm trying to change that. I'm trying to put forth a life that will provide something for my environment. Another choice that would restrict that possibility for me would be worse than death.<br />
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To keep things on point, here's a picture of a woman I found on the Internet that I think is cute. I don't know who she is.<br />
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Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-65615443263939281562011-11-22T00:20:00.000-08:002011-11-22T00:20:11.343-08:00I just remembered that I hate everythng.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0oRwS08kXI/TstWbHzqPlI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6U_ScG27m38/s1600/317954-5728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0oRwS08kXI/TstWbHzqPlI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6U_ScG27m38/s320/317954-5728.jpg" width="229" /></a>I have no job. I have no home. I have a vehicle that stopped running for the umpteenth time yesterday. I've been staying at at Matts' house in Irvine for a while, and it's been like a week now and people are starting to get sick of me. I'm stinky and messy. I know this, and I'm into it. Other people don't like it so much. I'm sitting here watching this show It's Always Sunning In Philadelphia, and at first I thought it was kind of funny, but now I'm getting kind of sick of it. There's this one woman on the show, who at first I thought wasn't that cute, but she wears tight jeans and lo-tops a lot and she pulls it off really well. Other than that, I have no extra-platonic interest in her.<br />
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I think there may be a belief that some people carry that the two things holding people back are fear and laziness. I don't agree with this view in a socio-political context, but certainly fear and laziness work to hold people back pretty regularly. I'm not really afraid of anything, except for heights and needles. I literally stood fifty feet away from a bear once and fiddled with my new cell phone for a full minute trying to figure out how to get the camera to work before realizing that, were the bear to decide to be mean, I was making the wrong decisions, and I walked away slowly. I'm not afraid of bears. I'm not foolhardy around them, but I'm not afraid of them. But I digress. I think everyone who knows me knows that I'm wicked lazy though. Is that my problem though? There's matters of my life that I haven't been lazy about, yet I don't feel I've been successful anyway. I feel like I need instruction with some things, and I get advice about these things from a lot of people, but none of it seems to be worth listening to. For example, about an hour ago Matts told me I ought to get a haircut if I want to get a job. I told him it depends on the job. He said no it didn't. I gave the example of coffee shops, because alt people work in coffee shops pretty regularly. He said getting a haircut would be especially important for coffee shops, because if you have long hair it could fall into people's coffee. While I see his point, I'm not sure if that would actually be the reason a coffee shop would decline employment to me based on hair. After all, women can be baristas and nobody gives a shit how long their hair is.<br />
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I guess the best thing to do at this point would be to try to get up early tomorrow and fix the truck. I needed to write though. It lets off some anxiety.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-69897813025801754392011-11-15T06:00:00.000-08:002011-11-15T06:00:16.183-08:00Will you still like me when you find out I have a weird blog?I tried to explain this blog to some prospective roommates yesterday (Well, now it's the day before yesterday. You'd think a night-owl like myself would have started making note of the day changing at midnight.) and it was really pretty awkward, I mean, what, exactly is this blog about? Women. It's a blog about women who I like. Usually it's about women who I like in <i>that</i> way but sometimes it's about women who I like the way I like bell hooks or Wanda Sykes. Then sometimes it's about personal drama, and trying to come to terms with human sexuality as the frosting on the cake that is existential crisis. I think from now on I'm going to tell people this blog is about an existential crisis. It's not a lie, and it sounds a lot better than 'women.'<br />
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Perhaps the conversation it was made even more awkward by the fact that only moments before, one of the prospective roommates asked if I was queer, and I didn't answer in the negative. I didn't say yes either. I said 'I don't know.' Which is really pretty true. I've dabbled with the idea of identifying as queer heterosexual, or some other, more open-minded descriptor for my sexuality, but nothing seems to stick. I had a good year or so when I identified as asexual, and that was going okay until I remembered that I liked girls.<br />
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I think I've been given way too much time in life to ponder my sexuality and way too little time to practice it. Maybe from now on if someone asks me how I identify I ought to say 'I don't know. Get me laid and I'll get back to you.'<br />
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<a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile/donttrustchrist" target="_blank">I started an OK Cupid profile as a joke.</a> I was originally going to cave in and venture into that shameful pit of hell known as Internet dating, but (Older readers might recall) I've been so, so hurt by the way that kind of shit has gone down in the past, that I couldn't bring myself to do it. Some random male gave my profile four out of five stars, which is nice of him. I checked out his profile to see if I thought we'd be a good match. He's fairly androgynous looking so I didn't catch on for a while. He mentioned that he's into furries. And I had a thought: in the spectrum of 'I'm trying not to be prejudiced toward you but holy hell is that weird and pathetic and stupid.' Furries rank slightly above Juggalos. <br />
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Finally, Matts and I watched Cloverfeild the other night, and then we watched the special features, and the actress from that movie is really, really sarcastic in a way that's delightful to watch on TV but would probably get really bothersome, perhaps even upsetting, if you spent much time with her in real life. I get told I'm too sarcastic pretty regularly, so we'd either be perfect for each-other or a complete and utter nightmare.<br />
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That's a nice picture of her. Did you know that she also played Janis Ian in Mean Girls? That's crazy. I had no idea. How the fuck can she act alongside Lindsay Lohan and look like a young kid and then a couple of years later look like she's late 20's early 30's? Oh, Hollywood! You so crazy!<br />
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Also, Janis Ian, the songwriter, kicks ass, and it was radstyle that they named the character from Mean Girls after her.<br />
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<br />Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-28457936531265083262011-11-02T11:10:00.001-07:002011-11-02T11:23:08.625-07:00Kate Matelan<div><p>I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this, but I work for and live with a quadrapalegic dude. He goes to a therapy center called Project Walk. I was there the other day and I grabbed an issue of Life In Action, a magazine about spinal cord injuries, or rather a magazine for people who have spinal cord injuries.<br>
The cover story was by a woman named Kate Matelan, who wrote a couple of stories for the issue. Her writing style is trim and professional, but at the same time has a rad sense of style. She's also pretty damn good looking. A quick Googling shows that she was crowned Miss Wheelchair USA. Don't act like you were aware that contest existed before reading that just now.</p>
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First, I saw this card at the stor and it made me amourous. I tried to think of a raunchy friend to send it to, but I couldn't think of anyone who I felt the card would be good for, so I guess I'm keeping it.<br />
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I kind of had a thing for this woman at my boss' therapy. Found out she's married. I'm okay with that.<br />
<br />Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-68828286374835058202011-10-06T17:08:00.000-07:002011-10-06T17:08:12.724-07:00My posts here are probably going to suffer.Because typing on a tablet is difficult as shit. Earlier today I went to a coffee shop with my roommate. A great man once said 'Cute girls who work at coffee shops are the only reason people go to coffee shops.' and I think this is a quite insightful statement. There were many very cute girls at the shop we went to today. There was a woman using the computer there that I almost thought was this one girl who I had a thing for my frosh year of college. I really screwed up royally with her, and as I sit here I ponder if a similar set of issues has haunted all my dealings in the romantic/sexual. I wish I were more like my new roommate. He manages to be compitent at the things he puts his mind to, whereas I can't help but feel as though I'm making no headway in life. I think I might talk to him about this.Charles Peckhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791549265414814280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455188945045962152.post-47335445299090162242011-10-05T10:06:00.000-07:002011-10-05T10:06:52.145-07:00Mary Lynn Rajskub<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;">Man, so like a week ago I watched this movie Firewall, and it was pretty good, and this woman named Mary Lynn Rajskub was in it. The other day I saw an eppisode of It's Always Sunny in Philidelphia and I'm pretty sure she was in that too as the undesirable cousin. I didn't bother to check though.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvlPs2CnXxo/ToyOKg5k3lI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bFgmnYNMCzo/s1600/mary-lynn-rajskub-17549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvlPs2CnXxo/ToyOKg5k3lI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bFgmnYNMCzo/s320/mary-lynn-rajskub-17549.jpg" width="213px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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