Archive for November, 2005

An Open Letter to My Friend, Christine

Wednesday, November 30th, 2005

Dear Christine,

I know we’ve mentioned about a making a special shoppping trip soon. A VERY special shopping trip. To buy VERY personal items. Items that you need.

These special items can be purchased in stores, sure. But they can also be purchased online. And being the good friend I am, I have to strongly make this recommendation:

Get thee ass to Honeysuckle Shop. Forty percent off is too good to pass up.

Pick out a fabulous new friend. If you have any questions, ask. But I will give you this piece of advice. You want to click on the category, “Toys & Games,” and then you either want to click on the big picture you see or you want to click on the subcategory, “Multi-purpose.”

Trust me on this. You want multi-purpose.

I love you honey. Go. Go NOW.

Love,
Melissa

p.s. don’t pass up THIS. You may never need another Jehovah’s Witness again.

The Death of Postmodernism Occured on June 18th, 1993

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

According to my former profesor, Minsoo Kang, the death of Postmodernism occured on June 18, 1993 with the opening of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s movie “Last Action Hero.”

Want to hear more about it?

You can.

Come this Friday to the University of Missouri in St. Louis to see “artists declare the death of postmodernism” at the “Post-Ironic Lull.” This is an art exhibition based on an essay by Kang. Kang tells me that the big thing to attend is this Friday, December 2. You should all come, Kang is infectious and you’ll love him.

Details below:

WHAT
“Post-Ironic Lull,” a multi-media art exhibit featuring works by University of Missouri-St. Louis faculty and other artists

WHEN
Nov. 19 through Dec. 10
Hours: 2 to 7 p.m. Saturdays

WHERE
UMSL Galaxy
1227 Washington Ave.
St. Louis, MO 63103

SPONSOR
Department of Art and Art History at UMSL

COST
Free and open to the public

INFO
(314) 516-6967

DETAILS
A group of established professional artists will declare the death of the cultural moment and artistic movement known as postmodernism.

Following the ideas laid out by Minsoo Kang, assistant professor of history at UMSL, in his essay “The Death of the Postmodern and the Post-Ironic Lull,” the artists will both mourn and celebrate the end of the postmodern period by exhibiting artwork associated with the cultural period after the end of the postmodernism, known as the post-ironic lull.

Participating artists from UMSL are: Mike Behle; Mike Cosgrove; Sharon Callner; Stephen M. DaLay; Greg Edmondson; Gina Willard; and Phil Robinson. Other artists whose works will be on display are: Roberto C. Buitron, of Chicago; John A. Werner, of Chicago; Martine Stucky, of Chicago; and Robert Goetz, of St. Louis.

A reception for the artists will take place at 7 p.m. Dec. 2 at the UMSL Galaxy. Kang will lead a panel discussion at noon Dec. 3 at the gallery.

UMSL Galaxy is located in the former Galaxy nightclub space in downtown St. Louis. The site was renovated as an art gallery in May by UMSL students.

The Comment Debbel Has Been Vanquished

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

A few days ago, I tried to be cute. I should know better. I thought that making my permalinks attractive would be nice. It wasn’t. Turns out, it evoked the Comment Devil and took away the ability to see or leave comments.

Internet, I’m so sorry.

I have stopped my cutsie antics and appeased the Comment Devil.

You may all view and leave comments again.

Google Smackdown Monday

Monday, November 28th, 2005

Dear reader who found my blog whilst googling “naughty office Melissa,”

I’m highly flattered that you think I am Naughty Office Melissa. I mean, I didn’t think I was that sexy hunkered down in the library or standing at the copy machine. But wow, I’m so glad you found that erotic. And I wan’t even copying my ass or anything, just a 1952 article.

I don’t even really work in an office proper. I don’t have a real desk or my own computer. I wonder if my coworkers are called Naughty Office Erika or Naughty Office Emily. I bet they are.

How does one get the title Naughty Office ____? Was the few days I wore a skirt? With flats? Was it the day I had my hair in a crazed pony tail? Maybe it was the time I wore a tank, sweater, and a jacket, because good heavens could it get cold in there. I don’t remember any secret trysts in the elevator. I have only made love to a couple of tens of paintings. Is that naughty enough to be titled so?

I know how you people like your naughty nerds. We are that hot.

Sincerely,
Melissa

Some More About My Body

Sunday, November 27th, 2005

After that last body post, you must all be going gaga over my luscious body. Ahem.

Yesterday and today are apparently good body image days.

I swing between horrible days of thinking every inch of me is overweight and blubbery and wonderful days of thinking I’m a stunning goddess.

Right now, I’m enjoying my curves and enjoying the fact that I have a waist. (Some of you are now not-so-silently calling me a bitch for that waist comment. I understand.) I’m enjoying the fact that my legs are pretty decent and my husband loves them. I’m enjoying my breasts, not in a touchy feely way you pervs, but in an appreciative way. I’m enjoying my great haircut. I’m enjoying me.

I lover this.

Stay tuned for next week when I’m lamenting my skirt size.

Oh, and guess who already forgot to update “The Art of Motherhood”? It’s updated now. Enjoy.

Happy Thanksgiving, People (American People I mean. To everyone else, Happy Thursday)

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005

I hate when people ask me what I’m grateful for on Thanksgiving Day. Hate it. Don’t ask me.

I think it’s weird for people to stare at you and ask this point blank. I think the answer to this question is either stupidly apparent (OF COURSE I’m grateful for my kids, husband, job, house, life, etc. you ass) or it’s really personal and I don’t want to share with you.

Sometimes, I want to look them straight in the eye and say, “I’m grateful for the rocking sex I had last night. No, really. It was hot.”

In Which My Love for Encyclopedias and Dictionaries Goes Too Far

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005

I’m going to have four entries in an upcoming encyclopedia of world history, each signed with my name underneath. This will be my second set of encyclopedia entries. It might be big news to some and it might be peanuts to others. To me, it’s cool.

Nice Girls Get Pregnant Too, Okay?

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005

As someone who got pregnant in high school, I quickly learned how the other half lived. Pre-pregnancy, I enjoyed my teachers’ efforts to guide me and I enjoyed their praise. I enjoyed being well liked by them and I enjoyed the extra time they put in to help when I needed it. I thought this was standard procedure, a thing all students enjoyed. Except, you know, those students. The students who brought teachers’ disfavor on themselves by being “bad.”

The moment my pregnancy went public, despite my best efforts to conceal it, I saw the collective faces of my teachers turn away. The encouragements and recommendations for college programs ended. Finite. My counselor refused to give me any more scholarship and university information. My beloved teachers treated me completely different, at times making me feel horribly ashamed. My cheer coach openly felt I was forever screwed. I was academically ignored. In general, since I obviously intended to keep this baby, why bother with me anymore? The overall message was simple: I can’t believe you didn’t quietly abort. Now you’re royally fucked.*

When I was sick during the early parts of my pregnancy, I suffered through a lot of classes. I also missed a lot of classes, but I felt I had to push through so my attendance didn’t affect my grades. I also kept my pregnancy hidden until after basketball season was over. I didn’t want to get kicked off the cheerleading squad even though I was still in my first trimester (back off, I was 17).

Several times a week, I was taken out of regular classes to attend “mommy” classes. These were bonehead sessions inflicted on deliquent moms and moms-to-be that were supposed to help us realize just how much formula cost (regardless of my stated intent to breastfeed), how impossible college would be (thanks so much for the positive message), or how much sleep you would lose once a baby was born (oh really? I had no idea). Taking me out of calculus or college English to discuss the impossibility of child rearing was futile at best and ruinous at worst. I’m not against the idea of support for pregnant and parenting women AND men, but this wasn’t support. This was a recipe for hopelessness.

I wish, I wish, I wish I had known I was protected by the law to something better. I found this tonight. I wish I knew I was protected under the 1972 Title IX. I’m sad. I’m sad I didn’t know this was in effect 22 years before I needed it. I’m so sad that so many other girls I knew could have used this knowledge.

I wish in these twelve years things would be better, but they aren’t. With the push for abstinence-only sex ed, teens today are further misinformed, stigmatized, and undersupported.

Read on (from www.girl-mom.com):

More Than They Tell Us: Our Rights as Pregnant and Parenting Students
By Rebecca Trotzky-Sirr

It’s hard enough to stay in school as a mama, but if your school is discriminating against pregnant and parenting students it can be damn near impossible. If you are pregnant or parenting, you have a right to stay in school. More than that, under federal laws like Title IX, pregnant and parenting students are protected from discrimination at any public school, or at any school that receives government funding (like many colleges, universities, and private schools.) It’s important that we educate our school and our teachers about our rights, so that it can be made as easy as possible for us to stay in school throughout the challenges of pregnancy and parenting. If we work together with our classmates to recognize discrimination and defend our educational rights, we can make that much easier for the next mama to graduate from school. Below are examples of the rights of all pregnant and parenting students:

You have the RIGHT to stay in school in your regular class while you are pregnant and after you have your baby. If your school claims that you have to move to a special program, they are violating federal and state law. Your school cannot legally force you into a special education program, unless YOU decide that you want to.

You have the RIGHT to participate in all school and extracurricular activities like sports, honors societies, or a drama club. Your school cannot single you out to demand a letter from your doctor before letting you participate. If other students don’t have to have a note from the doctor to participate in an activity, you don’t have to have one either.

If you choose to, you can participate in a special program for parenting or pregnant students. No one can force you into these programs. These programs must be comparable to the regular academic programs for students who aren’t pregnant or parenting. That means the special parenting program must have the same quality and selection of classes, qualifications for teachers, same availability and quality of textbooks, same quality of classrooms, and offer the same number of credits for classes as the standard program. If the educational standards for such programs are not up to par, demand your right to an equal education. If you are in a separate program for parenting and pregnant students and you want to take an advanced class or a one that needs special facilities (like honors chemistry with a lab) and this class is not offered through your program, you must be allowed to take the class where it is offered even if it’s not through your program.

You have the RIGHT to have excused absences for health issues related to your pregnancy and childbirth. Your school cannot automatically fail or in anyway punish you for health related absences if you have a note from your doctor.

Your school must provide you with accommodations for any health issues related to your pregnancy, if they provide similar accommodations for sick students. For example, if you have morning sickness or need frequent access to a bathroom later in your pregnancy you should be able to have a permanent hall pass. Or you can have a longer pass time between classes if you’re having trouble moving quickly due to your pregnancy. If your doctor says so, your school must change your gym requirements so it’s safe for you during pregnancy.

If you are bedridden or recovering at home for an extended amount of time after childbirth, you have the RIGHT to have tutoring at home if this option is available to other students (like the football player who broke his leg, or a student recovering from surgery.)

You have the RIGHT to receive make-up assignments from your teachers to make-up time that you were out of school due to your pregnancy if make-up assignments are offered to any other students who miss a class.You have the RIGHT to return to your class after childbirth at the same academic standing or level.

Mothers and fathers cannot be treated differently from each other. For example, if your school won’t give you an excused absence for taking care of your sick kid, your school will negatively impact student mothers more than student fathers because mothers more often take care of their sick kids. Denying students excused absences for caring for their sick kids may violate federal law that says that women and men must be treated equally.

A teacher cannot decide against giving you a recommendation because you are pregnant or parenting.

A teacher cannot grade you any differently because you are pregnant or parenting.

A teacher must make the classroom a safe and comfortable space for you. A teacher must act to stop harassment and teasing from other students because you are pregnant.You cannot be treated any differently if you decide to have an abortion.

If your school offers health-care to other students, prenatal care must be also available to you.

The above are example of our rights under Title IX, a federal law that prohibits discrimination of women in the educational system. If your school or school district fails to respect your rights, they are in violation of the law. If your school violates the law, they could lose their government funding.

If you think that you are being discriminated against because you are pregnant or parenting, you can contact:
The National Women’s Law Center
202.588.5180
11 Dupont Circle, NW
Washington DC 20036
They can provide you with legal information.

You could also try meeting with your school and taking matters into your own hands. I am currently writing an organizing guide for high school and college parenting students, so please share your stories—both good and bad—with me (nerd.girl@stanfordalumni.org.)

Your education is your RIGHT.

*I firmly believe in choice. I chose to parent. Others didn’t. In a different situation, I may not have either.

Google Smackdown Monday

Monday, November 21st, 2005

Dear reader who found my blog whilst googling “ginormous breasts,”

Why yes, I do indeed have “ginormous breasts.” Although I wonder if the term, “ginormous,” means the same to you as it does to me.

For instance, what kind of breasts are merely big to you? What is smallish? What is beyond sexy and simply humongous to you? And finally, what do your perfect set of ginormous breasts look like in your mind’s eye?

Because in my mind’s eye, and to all of those I gift with a special showing on Saturday nights (invitation only), my breasts are perfectly ginormous.

Sincerely,
Melissa

p.s. Guess what you get when you google “Melissa Smackdown”? Guess whose site is the first item? Uh-huh. Miss Ginormous Breasts herself. Awesome.

The Art of Motherhood

Friday, November 18th, 2005

Motherhood is not static. The way I feel about my life as a mother changes with every moment. The way I feel about being a mother changes with every day with my children, every article I read about, every woman I talk to, every story from would-be mother suffering infertility, every time I’m around mothers or grandmothers or pregnant mothers or adoptive mothers, and when I stop and think about the life of the every day woman sharing her life with children.

Introducing “The Art of Motherhood,” a weekly look at the many ways motherhood is captured in art.

I’ve been thinking of a project like this for a few years but never began. I’m beginning.

Each Friday, I will update the page to include a piece of art that captures my state of motherhood that week. It is my hope that you send me your varied states of motherhood, how you feel today and tomorrow, and/or your own art or titles of paintings, sculpture, graphic art, etc. that you feel captured the essence of your motherhood.

Welcome to “The Art of Motherhood.” Click HERE or click on the link on the sidebar for week one.