Joke or not, this is sick
Jul 17, 2003 Read/heard/seen
Bizarre Game Targets Women: Hunting for Bambi
Hunting for Bambi is the brainchild of Michael Burdick. Men pay anywhere from $5000 to $10,000 for the chance to come to the middle of the desert to shoot what they call “Bambis” with a paint ball gun. Burdick says men have come from as far away as Germany. The men get a video tape of their hunt to take home and show their friends.Burdick says safety is a concern, but the women are not allowed to wear protective gear — only tennis shoes.
Burdick says hunters are told not to shoot the women above the chest, but he admits not all hunters follow the rules. “The main goal is to be as true to nature as possible. I don’t go deer hunting and see a deer with a football helmet on so I don’t want to see one on my girl either,” said Burdick.
They’re doing this to sell video. This is from the HuntingForBambi.com front page:
More shocking than anything you’ve ever seen before. Labeled by CBS News as a cross between Sex and Violence a deadly combination! Women are being hunted down like animals and shot with paintball guns. This Raw and completely Uncensored video is a cross between Bum Fights and Girls Gone Wild and is sure to be the topic of many Howard Stern Show fans. You will be completely stunned when you see some of the wildest, most outrageous moments ever caught on tape. This is without a doubt one of the sickest and most shocking videos ever made. When it comes to hunting women if you can think of it we probably show it. Women are screaming with fear as our Team Bambi hunters track them down and blast them with paintball guns…
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It’s showtime!
Jul 16, 2003 Parenting
We went to a puppet show at the library yesterday so Noah put on several shows for me this morning. We have a nice, homemade cardboard puppet theater that we trashpicked and he used his beanies ‘cuz we have no puppets. I sat in the little easy chair drinking coffee and being entertained by his stuffed animals’ antics; it made for a lovely morning.
In between each story segment, Noah’s animals sang little songs. I watched them dancing on top of the wall, Noah’s little head peeking up over the edge and remembered back to when I used to put on similar shows.
Sometimes when his only audience is himself, Noah makes his animals and characters “sing” to showtune CDs. It’s like lip-syncing only they have no lips. I did this, too, only I used Ray Coniff long playing records. Smokey the Bear (whom I thought quite dashing) sang the male lead and Raggedy Ann was the female lead. It was all very romantic, especially when they sang the duet, “Christmas Bride.” I got very caught up in it.
Noah’s animals are equally talented whether he’s doing the singing or letting the stereo do it for him. I know that when he loses himself in their performance that it’s very real to him. He shakes their little heads and kicks their little feet, stumbling along in his made-up song that warbles high and rumbles low. He makes almost-rhymes (like matching “high” with “fight”) forgetting to finish until he runs out of melody or lyrics or both. I clap, he beams, and it’s on to the next show.
My dad doesn’t understand why I would quit my job if we could afford it but it’s for mornings like this one. I deliberately blew off work to spend 90 minutes watching my boy perform and it means I’ll miss his t-ball game tonight. If I had my way, I wouldn’t miss any of it — puppet shows, lego battles or t-ball games. At least I got this and I’m grateful; I know it’s more than lots of other parents get.
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Proof that I suck
Jul 15, 2003 Read/heard/seen
My friend is forwarding her MoveOn.org missives to her address book and me, I’m sending my family links to things like Testicle Theater.
My excuse is that everyone I know already subscribes to MoveOn.org but many remain woefully ignorant of Testicle Theater.
Thanks be to Bumptious for the testicular link!
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Enough with the pain already
Jul 15, 2003 The Story of My Life
Brett sent me to an acupuncturist because he thought it would help my neck. I’ve got whiplash so instead of my neck curving, it goes straight up and down all bumpy and sad. I’ve got some degeneration between the vertebrae, too, which is what happens pre-arthritis. The thought of developing an arthritic neck terrifies me. There are mornings when I wake up and can’t turn my head to the right and I was in pain pretty much all of the time. Low-level aching with an increasing number of excrutiating days and it was scaring me to think that this would probably get worse as I got older. I’ve been to chiropractors off and on and generally had pretty good results. Then the last time I went, the doc cracked me before I was fully relaxed and I hurt for a week. I’ve been nervous about going back. I looked into Network Chiropractic last year but it was way too expensive since insurance wouldn’t cover it. I asked Brett to look over his benefits at work to see if he could find a physical therapist who used massage as one of his/her modalities. I wanted immediate relief and also long-term tools to avoid further injury. Instead he came home with a referral to an acupuncturist.
Brett went to an acupuncturist before for a chronic health problem that his doctor couldn’t fix. He tried Western medicine for a year and finally in desperation saw an acupuncturist. The acupuncturist cured him and his problem has never returned. Pretty compelling. But I didn’t think they could fix my problem because if you look at my x-rays, my neck is crooked and cramped. But Brett said pretty please try it and if it doesn’t work, I’ve got a list of physical therapists right here.
The acupuncturist I go to is Xuguang Gao. He’s very nice as his assistant/wife. They also do moxibustion and gua sha (they call it “rubbing method”) and ba guan (cupping).
Here’s how my appointments have gone so far: Read the rest of this entry »
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Tags: Brett, Infertility
We have brains: books
Jul 14, 2003 Feminism/Politics
we have brains for this week:
It’s officially summer and hopefully you’ve had a chance to lay outside with a good book. What’s your all time favorite feminist book (fiction/non)? Do you have a fave feminist character? Is she/he obviously feminist? Is it a character from childhood? If it’s not obvious why the book and/or character is feminist, tell us why you think they are feminist. How do you go about finding your feminist reading?
Once again I have to tout the Virago Modern Classics collection. Virago is publisher of books “by and about women” and they have been my best source of feminist fiction for the past 15+ years.
The Virago books were originally black paperbacks then were pine green and now are this kind of annoying tacky grass green. They publish women-authored books that are important either because of their literary influence, their political stance, or because they had an impact on popular thinking in their time. Through this fabulous series I’ve discovered amazing coming of age stories about girls, such as Antonia White’s amazing quartet, Saraband by Eliot Bliss, and Sarah Grand’s The Beth Book. I found authors that were to become favorites including Elizabeth Taylor (not the actress), Barbara Comyns, and E. H. Young.
I’ve gotten nearly all my green books from second-hand stores. I know that they’re still being published but I like finding them accidentally tucked in a bargain bin or hiding under a stack of bad romances. Many of them are now out of print but are worth checking out at your library.
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Tags: feminist, green books, Virago
