January 2005

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Comment spam.

1/24/2005 in Happenings | 7 comments

I’ve implemented several new things, many of which my readers will never see, in an attempt to counter this comment spam phenomenon. One of these measures is a script that will automatically close a post for comments after a certain amount of them, so don’t be alarmed if you can’t comment on older posts.

It is also possible that among the many filters I have set up that your comment may inadverently be deleted. I apologize in advance, but such is the price for @$$holes who invented spamming. Shame on you.

Hate mail.

1/18/2005 in Rant and Rave | 7 comments

Every so often, I get some random comment or email about a post I wrote over 2 years ago concerning Asian boys. While some the feedback had to do with a further discussion of boys in general, a seemingly big chunk of it came from actual Asian boys who told me that they would never date a self-hating @#$% like myself anyway. :roll: Well, fantastic, because I’m already dating an Asian boy at the moment (was dating him when I wrote the original post), and I’m not sure how he’d feel about me seeing other people. But I digress.

The thing is, I’m not sure where all this anger comes from, but it was exactly the male sentiment I initially pondered about—Asian men getting angry about Asian women who aren’t dating Asian men. So I figured, maybe they’re not reading the post clearly. Maybe I need to make an outline (a study guide, if you will) to reiterate.

Highlights:
* I didn’t date Asian boys before college because most all of the ones I was exposed to were gangbanging wannabes.
* I did date Asian boys in college because they were educated and were not gangbanging wannabes.
* I like all types of boys. There is no Third Law of Newton that states that Asian penises and Asian vaginas are undeniable magnets for each other, like some sort of pedigree purebred program. It’s okay to broaden the genetic pool a little.
* I date men based on compatibility, not on ethnicity. Insecurity is not compatible with me. Confidence is. Thinking that “white boys steal our women” is not confidence. That is insecurity. You is not Tarzan, and I is not Jane.

So please take your sexual frustrations elsewhere.

The intern.

1/6/2005 in Rant and Rave | 3 comments

They call her Doctor, but she’s treated like trash.

After her first grueling day on call as an intern resident, she had only been home for less than an hour when her senior paged her to come back in to do paperwork. In surgery, the attending physician yells at the senior resident, who in turn yells at her, and her face burns. She desperately wants to pass the buck. She spots the medical student, trying to figure out how to gown and glove properly, and yells, “Don’t contaminate the sterile field!” The student cringes, wide-eyed, and she immediately feels better.

And as she figures out how the hierarchy works, she begins to think that those at the top of pyramid are power-hungry @$$holes. But she secretly longs to be one of them. And someday, she too can page the lowly intern to scutwork for her.