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Putting It Out There

by GeekGirl

Categories: Life, planet finance, Project GeekGirl, this is what a feminist looks like

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Published on: June 18, 2010

Every day I come home from work and rejoice if my neighbor is out. He never freaking leaves the house. If you recall, I live in a unique set up. It’s a 2 bedroom, but 1 bedroom has a private entrance. So that room is rented out to someone else and the door separating us is locked and my landlord has the key. It’s been this way for years. This was done as a temporary fix when my ex and I broke up and I was figuring out what I wanted to do.

I have no privacy. I can hear and smell everything he does and vice versa. Every burp, fart, piss, etc I hear. I honestly don’t think that’s the case for him (my neighbor) because my apartment is big. My bathroom is on the other side of the house and my bedroom is separated by his bathroom and closet. Plus, I’m hyper aware of this, so I make sure to be discreet.

I want to move. I’ve wanted to move for years. If you recall, in 2008 I tried desperately to buy a condo. Two contracts went out and both of them fell through. Last year, I just didn’t care and had lots of medical bills to pay. This year? I think I’m ready to move. I got a raise and can afford a bit of a nicer place. I love my neighborhood…hell. I love my apartment minus the fat guy living in my second bedroom. However, to get in a place this nice that is private it’s going to run me at least $1000 a month. When I told my dad about this he just sighed and said, “It’s time for you to buy a home.”

As he pointed out, in this area paying $1000 for a 1/1 is ridiculous. I can surely buy something for that or less. I just need a little bit of patience and a lot of luck. My credit is good. I have no credit card debt. My hospital bills will be paid by the end off summer. I’ve got a bit of change in my pocket. My student loans are high, but in good standing/not up for repayment yet. It might be time.

So…I want to be shopping for a place by September/October. If not a home of my own, a new rental. It’s time to go. I need a change and I’m tired of not having privacy. I want space. French doors. A washer/dryer of my own. I want to play my flute whenever the fuck I want. I want to play music during my early morning workouts and vacuum the floors at 8 am. Holy shit! I. Want. Freedom.

I’m stating it here. I want to move. Hopefully to a place of my own. This means the next few months need to be lean. I’d like to pay off the last of my hospital bill. I think I owe another $300. I have a doctor’s bill for about $900. I’d like to cut that in half. I’d also like to take another $2000 – 3000 with me when I’m ready to buy. That’s ambitious, but September/October I want to be shopping for a HOME.

It’s out there in the universe. Now it just needs to happen. (With my help, of course.)

Note: This works out well because I’m also watching what I eat and staying home for marathon training. The next few months might be intense, but I think they payoff on ALL fronts will be worth it. By the end of the year I’ll hopefully only have 2 classes left until my bachelor’s degree. I’ll have run New York and hopefully bought a freaking home. I’m so muthafucking ready for good stuff to happen. I feel like all I ever do is work and never see the benefits. Bring them on!

I Just Told You That, Asshole

by GeekGirl

Categories: this is what a feminist looks like

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Published on: April 10, 2010

As many of you know, at this point I’ve run for quite sometime. I use a Forerunner (I’m on my 2nd), and know how to use it. Further, I work at a running store. I have for years on the weekend. I know a lot about almost every product in the store, but particularly about the Forerunners. Now, my store is by the water so we get a lot of people from the cruise ships in the store. Most of them are nice and friendly and happy for the help. However, every once in a while I get a guy from a country that doesn’t really respect women. Today was one of those days.

Dude comes in and starts asking about Forerunners. My MANAGER let me take it since I know them pretty well. The guy repeatedly asks me if he can load his run into a map. (He was debating between the 305 and the 405.) I repeatedly told him that he can do that. My managers comes behind the counter to ring someone else up and the dude just completely turns to him and starts talking. Like I wasn’t even there.

My manager tells the guy, “She knows far more about the Forerunners than I ever will. I don’t run anymore.” The dude just keeps asking him questions. My manager looks at me and rolls his eyes. The other girl in the store rolls his eyes. My manger asks where he’s from. Turkey. Uh huh. I’ve had my run ins with those guys. Remember when Gio was molested.

Anyway, a guy that looks like he runs very rarely comes to the counter and starts raving about the Forerunner and tells the guy EXACTLY what I had just told him. The freaking loser was more than happy to hear what he was saying and what the guy THAT DOES NOT FUCKING RUN had to say about it but refused to hear what the woman that works there and runs with a Forerunner has to say about it.

I walked off and had nothing more to say to him. Sexism isn’t alive and kicking? Fuck that!

What if…

by GeekGirl

Categories: Life, this is what a feminist looks like

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Published on: September 17, 2009

The past few weeks have been a bit odd for me. All of a sudden, I’m running into a lot of people from my past on FaceBook. In general, that’s a good thing. I love to see that everyone is doing well and that they’re happy and healthy. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. On the other hand, I see something that is blatantly obviously. I’m one of the only women that has not married and does not have children. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about my high school friends, or my college friends. They’re all married and breeding like rabbits. Why aren’t I?

I’ve never been to up on the whole married with kids thing. It looks pretty darn lame, in my opinion. However, the past few months, I’ve wondered if I would like that life. Not the kids so much, but the idea of having a permanent partner is very, very appealing to me. I miss the closeness of a boyfriend/partner. I miss having someone that is ALWAYS on my side. I’ve missed having someone to just talk to.

On the flip side, I have some serious issues with the whole marriage/partnership thing. I feel that in order to be in a serious relationship one must give up a good deal of themselves. How many people, male or female, do you know that “changed” once they met their partner? Maybe the used to be artistic and loved music, but now they never draw. Or they used to enjoy going to see live shows and check out new bands, but now don’t do that. I’ve been there. We’ve all been there. I’m really not very comfortable with that. I’ve always been a loner that dances to her own beat. I NEVER want to lose that quality. I’m also not so comfortable with the power exchange in most relationships. I would like to partake in a relationship that is 50/50. Most men (particularly black men) do not understand this.

That then brings me to the whole kids thing. I’m just going to say it straight up. I’ve NEVER cared for kids. They’re cute to dress up and stuff, but otherwise I don’t really give a shit about them. Sure, I don’t want them hurt or anything like that, but I’m never going to go out of my way to have one. For some reason, their hands stress me the hell out too. They just seem sooooo dirty. When my friends have them I’m thrilled for them. I’ll go to the baby shower and buy really cute clothes for the baby. I will look at their pictures and stuff and cheer when they’re doing well. However, deep down in side I’m just meh on them. I do NOT want to hold your baby. They stress me out.

Ok. Past that point, let’s say that I was sold on the kids thing. I have some pretty radical ideas about raising children. I would want to raise them as gender neutral as possible. I’d also want them to be vegetarians and as color-blind as I could possibly make them. Most men don’t quite follow with this train of thought. I admit, it’s a bit odd and radical, but it’s what I would want. I would also not want them to be raised with the idea of Christianity. If they later want to become Christians, that’s their business. However, I will NOT lie to my children about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. They don’t exist. Period. Neither does God, but I would let them make that decision. Going even further, I want them to be completely understanding of homosexuality, bisexuality, etc. These are the things that I think makes a good well rounded person.

Am I the only one that things about these things? Am I weird? What would my life be like if I didn’t want these things? What if I could just go with the flow and kept my mouth shut? Would I be married with children, too? Would I be happy? Does anyone else deal with these issues?

I’m generally in the “To thine self always be true” camp, but can’t help but wonder what if…

Aren’t I too old to be having these thoughts?

Freedom Fighter – Dr. George Tiller

by GeekGirl

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Published on: May 31, 2009

Super huge warning: This might be sensitive for some readers. You might want to skip it. Otherwise, allow me to get up on my little soap box.

As many of you know, I’m a die-hard feminist and thoroughly believe in a woman’s right to choose. Period. No if’s, ands, or buts. Much like my stance on legalizing drugs, what you choose to do with your body is your business. I was shocked to read that Dr. George Tiller had been shot today while heading into church.

For those that are not familiar with Dr. George Tiller, he is a Wichita, KS doctor that does late term abortions. He is one of the few doctors in the nation that will do late term abortions. Before you get your panties all in a bunch, most women that receive a late term abortion is due to their being something horribly wrong with the pregnancy. Most doctors will not just perform a late term abortion just because a woman decided she does not want the child.

Dr. Tiller was shot in the 90′s, had his facilities bombed, and was constantly having charges brought up against him in a bid to stop him from performing a necessary medical procedure. His clinic was protested regularly. Hate group, Operation Rescue, actually kept up a “Tiller Watch”. (Note: I’m linking to it though it appears that the site is now down.)

The death of Dr. Tiller greatly saddens me. He knew that he was considered public enemy #1 by the anti-choice groups, but pressed on. He died for MY right to do what I feel is necessary with my body. He wanted to help keep abortion readily available and safe.

I salute you Dr. Tiller and thank you for the sacrifice that you made for women everywhere.

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