6:12p

trick-or-treaters
I'm just sitting here blogging til the
kiddies start ringing my doorbell for candy.
I was considering not opening my door this year...
'wasn't sure if any kids would come out with the whole
East Coast Sniper thing.
There weren't ANY children that came out last year...9/11.
But my boyfriend bought candy a couple of days ago
while he was on his lunch break, so I guess we're going to
have to open the door to trick or treaters this year.

I remember in '99 and '00...boy, all the kids came out!
The doorbell rang every 5 minutes or so. That's how it is around here.
Where I live in suburbia, we are ALL blinded by the clean streets,
green grass on everyone's lawn (except ours...I refuse to waste water, time and money
maintaining something just for looks), nice schools and
a million parks nearby...
So, we feel safe...the kids feel safe...and people take advantage of
halloween with their false sense of security.
But I do enjoy opening the door to see these super cute kids in
their super cute costumes....and then I wonder if some of those
parents let them actually EAT the candy they get
'cause some of these kids that come to my door can barely walk,
let alone say, "trick or treat". ;)

{doorbell interruption}

cute! just had my first trick or treaters at the door:
* a San Jose Sharks hockey player and
* a mini Spiderman!
...They are actually our little next-door neighbors. such cuties!

Sexism
So today, I got a lot accomplished with my bathroom
project. Spent most of the time painting the cabinets, though.
It looks pretty good...I like the color even though it isn't
exactly what I thought it would look like.

'spent some time shopping for materials and had this
interesting experience at Home Depot....

I was in one of the aisles shopping for sand paper when this
other customer all of a sudden asks if I need any help. Mind you again,
he was just another customer like me.

Anyway, he proceeds to give me all kinds of info that:
a) I didn't ask for and
b) i didn't want.
He kept going on and on about what I needed to do to complete my
project and that if I couldn't complete it, I should go through a professional..
blah, blah, blah....

and then I started thinking..."you know, this asshole wouldn't be saying
all this shit to me if I was a man."

Just because I've got breasts, this jerk assumes that I
don't know what the hell i'm doing...
and the nerve of him telling me to go through a professional to get
the job done! mother fucker!
I wanted to tell the guy to go to the next aisle and pick himself up a can of sHUt-the-hell-up! ;)

maybe I'm over-reacting...but maybe not.
this is one of those cases where the guy was being sexist in the most subtle way...
not that he necessarily MEANT to be sexist, but that is just my point.
Sexism is sooo ingrained in our psyche and our everyday practices
that we don't even recognize it when we are right in the middle
of doing/saying something sexist.
And because of the fact that we don't recognize it, we continue
to perpetuate it...continue to perpetuate it as this
normalcy.

anyway, I wasn't super duper pissed...just very irritated,
because it is people like him who raise their kids to be the
same way...without knowing they are sexist (or racist, or ___ -ist)
which continues the endless cycle of perpetuating certain
-isms as normal.
It is sad, though, because it is normal in our society.
that's what makes it so hard to break out of it, especially when it is so
much EASIER to not even think about it.