--- We have an example of "Too Big for Your Britches" Syndrome.
Man, if I were those guys, I'd sue. For big bucks, too. Loss of
consortium even. Think about it: it's an office building and one that
the copy guys were cleared to be in. They got on the elevator and they
just got off on the wrong floor. An innocent mistake and the Academy
people go Gestapo? And for what? The Oscar Nominations, replies the Academy representative in a
hushed and reverent voice. Well, I hate to tell you this, Academy
people, but who gives a flying f#ck about the sanctity of the frigging
Oscar nominations? Are you curing cancer? No. Do you have the location
of Osama Bin Laden and you're just waiting to pass the information
along to the proper authorities? No. What you have there, folks, is a
list of people who are up for awards for movie making. This is not exactly earth shattering stuff here, folks. Learn your place in the world and stick with it. You are not legally allowed to suspend anyone's right of habeas corpus.
If you really had a problem with these guys, well, you should have
called the cops. I doubt they would have been able to make hash of the
information, like you claimed they would, if they were locked up in
L.A. County. I don't think they have that many phones in that
place. But you didn't do that: you detained these poor guys who were
just trying to do their job; you harrassed them for hours on end; you
called them "dirty," which I know is not the connotation you
have attached to that word, but what the hell, they probably didn't
know that. And for what? To keep your beloved Oscar nominations
sacrosanct? That's complete and utter bullshit. It's also ILLEGAL.

I sincerely hope these guys started contacting lawyers this morning. Knowing the way the world works, however, they
were probably flooded with calls instead. I hope Geragos was one of
those callers and that he takes the Academy for all its worth on their
behalf. Someone needs to teach them a lesson.
--- And speaking of the Oscar nominations,
no surprises there eh? (None really worth needing calling in the
Gestapo for anyway)
Actually I think the Golden Globes have the better setup, even if it
means more awards in the long run. I like the idea about having
separate awards for comedies and dramas. It makes sense. Comedy is
underrated in my book. Is it harder to make an audience laugh or cry? I
would say evoking laughter is the harder job of the two: everyone's got
something they can weep over; humor is different, however, and tougher.
More to come in following weeks about the whole race. --- The husband
emailed me this linkie with the subject line "Sure to raise your hackles."

Well, of course it's going to raise my hackles. What about the treatment of women under Islam doesn't
raise my hackles? Not much. This is a religion that thinks women are a
subspecies. These are the people who stone women for having sex out of
wedlock. These are the men who believe that women are on earth to serve
two purposes only: to have babies and to tempt men, hence they should
be kept in their houses. Then, they say, if a female needs to go out of
the house to pick up a gallon of milk, well, they should be veiled and escorted by a male member of their family to keep them from tempting all the other men in the marketplace. This
is the idiocy behind the "no driving" rule for females in Shari'a run
countries. After all, if their cars broke down, who could help them?
AAA is not exactly an option in Saudi Arabia---and if it were, well,
who would come to help them? A non-family member---who, under the law
of probabilities---would probably be male, because of course there
aren't any female mechanics. Contact with males outside of your family
is a big no no if you're an Islamic female.
So, yes, it makes me seethe at the unfairness of it all. It makes me
chafe at the absolute idiocy of these men, thinking that all women are,
in essence, the enemy, just waiting to lure them into some lurid
situation, because, you know, men don't have any self-control---nor
should they have to have any. But most of all it makes me angry. Angry
that women would put up with this crap. But honestly, what the hell can
I do about it? Are the mullahs going to listen to me---a western,
college educated woman---about how they should treat their women? No.
Would the women even listen to me---a Christian---about
how they should be treated? No. No one in the Islamic world gives a
good Goddamn about what I have to say. Fine. So be it. I wish there
were more I could do to help, but there isn't. Until the women who live
under that religion rise up out of their oppression there isn't
anything I can do to help. And that's what it's going to take to get
this crap to stop. Islamic women saying, hey assholes, we're not going
to take this shit anymore so stop. But they don't do this. They live
under the sytem. They submit to beatings. They buy the excuse that it
was their fault if something untoward happens. Islam, in other word, is
the abusive husband these women are enabling to survive and, dare I say
it, flourish, because they refuse to see how they're treated in an honest light. I
deserved to get cold-cocked because I showed a little ankle. And
honestly, he's right. I was in violation of the law. I knew it when I
went out. I just hoped no one would notice, but they did, and here I
am, with only myself to blame... What a load of hooey.
And as much as everyone would like to help these women get over the
hump, helping them to obtain driving privileges isn't going to beat the
monster back. Nothing short of outright revolution will do that. And
that just isn't going to happen. --- I just don't think this chick knows the depth of the geek pool she's jumping into.

That computer is the most horrifying thing I've ever seen. Gack!

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