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Two random scenes of the current state of gender equality from my final hour or so on the road last night.
I got to RIT around 5:30, and met Emily at their student union. Like all of its ilk, it is easily identifiable in the wild by its being splattered, all across and twelve feet up, with banners and bedsheets and post-no-bills advertising every manner of event, cause and (this time of year, at least) fraternity. Many of them were for the upcoming elections of officers and members of the school's student government. To me, though, the most intriguing ones were students campaigning for this particular position. I didn't photograph the banner, but here's a (what else?) Facebook page of one of the candidates:
O-k-k-kay then. I know that some political parties do something like this- designating specific numbers of delegates for various genders and other subdivisions- and maybe at a school like RIT which, historically, has been very male-dominated, there's more of a need for it. But when it results in a candidate introducing herself with "Hello ladies," hasn't some of the message been missed a little?
I still occasionally read the things that Cornell and UB bomb my mailbox with, and I've never seen anything similar at any of them. Is this type of type-ing fairly common in uni's nowadays? And how effective is it at achieving the goals intended?
React to me!
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From there, I got off the 90 an exit early, in hopes of finding two of the elixirs of life on Main Street on the other side of Transit- gas and wine, that is. (And did; and in that order. When Eleanor asked me to get wine, I told her if it was near a hardware store, I might just buy a garden hose and drain half the contents in transit, after these past couple of days. That, fortunately, didn't happen.)
Going this way, I had to drive through an odd burb of the B-lo known as Clarence. It's the current Next Big Thing suburb around here, an odd mix of McMansions and trailer parks and very little in between. Chris "Shirtless" Lee and our evil overlord county executive are both from this town. It has a few centers of commerce, but the one on Main Street proper is known as Clarence Hollow, a tony yet slightly seedy set of antique shops and carriage-trade home decorating places.
One of those, a fireplace-accessory shop of some sort, had a sandwich board style sign out in front of it, which stated thus:
YOUR HUSBAND
CALLED- HE SAID
IT WAS OKAY!!!!!
Really? In Two Fucking Thousand Eleven?!? It just saddens me that we can promote womens equality at the college level to the point of mandating it through student government constitutions, and then send those enlightened and empowered women into a "real world" where they're expected to ask their Sugar Daddy for permission before buying something.
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I have an appointment in about an hour to have the car damage estimated. Then the final disk of Slings and Arrows awaits me at the library when it opens at 1. Cue the bleats.
I got to RIT around 5:30, and met Emily at their student union. Like all of its ilk, it is easily identifiable in the wild by its being splattered, all across and twelve feet up, with banners and bedsheets and post-no-bills advertising every manner of event, cause and (this time of year, at least) fraternity. Many of them were for the upcoming elections of officers and members of the school's student government. To me, though, the most intriguing ones were students campaigning for this particular position. I didn't photograph the banner, but here's a (what else?) Facebook page of one of the candidates:
O-k-k-kay then. I know that some political parties do something like this- designating specific numbers of delegates for various genders and other subdivisions- and maybe at a school like RIT which, historically, has been very male-dominated, there's more of a need for it. But when it results in a candidate introducing herself with "Hello ladies," hasn't some of the message been missed a little?
I still occasionally read the things that Cornell and UB bomb my mailbox with, and I've never seen anything similar at any of them. Is this type of type-ing fairly common in uni's nowadays? And how effective is it at achieving the goals intended?
React to me!
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From there, I got off the 90 an exit early, in hopes of finding two of the elixirs of life on Main Street on the other side of Transit- gas and wine, that is. (And did; and in that order. When Eleanor asked me to get wine, I told her if it was near a hardware store, I might just buy a garden hose and drain half the contents in transit, after these past couple of days. That, fortunately, didn't happen.)
Going this way, I had to drive through an odd burb of the B-lo known as Clarence. It's the current Next Big Thing suburb around here, an odd mix of McMansions and trailer parks and very little in between. Chris "Shirtless" Lee and our evil overlord county executive are both from this town. It has a few centers of commerce, but the one on Main Street proper is known as Clarence Hollow, a tony yet slightly seedy set of antique shops and carriage-trade home decorating places.
One of those, a fireplace-accessory shop of some sort, had a sandwich board style sign out in front of it, which stated thus:
YOUR HUSBAND
CALLED- HE SAID
IT WAS OKAY!!!!!
Really? In Two Fucking Thousand Eleven?!? It just saddens me that we can promote womens equality at the college level to the point of mandating it through student government constitutions, and then send those enlightened and empowered women into a "real world" where they're expected to ask their Sugar Daddy for permission before buying something.
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I have an appointment in about an hour to have the car damage estimated. Then the final disk of Slings and Arrows awaits me at the library when it opens at 1. Cue the bleats.