The Feminine Identity Project or Defector With Hairy Pits July 31, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Social Commentary.Tags: Culture, Life, religion, Self-Expression, Thoughts, Women
3 comments
What does it mean to be a woman? I have never met a woman who hasn’t struggled with this question, subconsciously or otherwise. There are a variety of influences in a woman’s life, each with their own concept of what a woman should be. Beginning when we are girls, we are presented with various, often contradictory ideas about what it means to be a woman, and this continues throughout our lives. Parents, teachers, mentors, and peers can all contribute to a woman’s understanding of her identity, and these can often be positive and encouraging influences. But for a lot of women, the loudest and most persuasive voices are cultural, and seldom our own. Popular culture tells us that women should be long-legged, big-breasted, eternally young and impeccably dressed. We should aspire to be materially wealthy, and smokin’ hot until the doctors say No more Botox for you, ma’am, at which point we must go into seclusion or die. This narrow concept of womanhood focuses solely on a woman’s physical exterior; our icons need not be intelligent, kind or daring. Only beauty matters, and beauty has very strict definitions. There are women who are soldiers of this ideal, following every rule with military precision, pledging allegiance to shaving cream and Maybelline. It’s hard-core, y’all. I know because I have been one of them. (more…)
On Facebook, and Why I Hate It July 7, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Rants, Social Commentary.Tags: Culture, Facebook, Life, media, Rants, Technology, Thoughts, trends
5 comments
A few months ago, one of my friends (a real friend, by the way, one that I talk to in real life, and actually do things with, such as drinking cocktails at 10 a.m.) defected from the Resistance and joined Facebook. Because this friend was usually sitting next to me in the university’s computer lab, not-doing her assignments just as I was not-doing mine, she somehow convinced me to join Facebook. I think she might have hypnotized me or threatened me with a rusty thumbtack. I probably blocked it out because I can’t remember.
I do, however, remember her gushing about how “fun” it was, how it was so “great to be in contact again” with people she “hadn’t seen in years.” At first I was like, No. No way. But every day she’d eagerly log onto her Facebook page and start giggling about the comments written on her wall (Wall? Cyberspace has walls?), and I’d be staring catatonically at my blog, trying to figure out what in the hell to post about. After a while I began peering at her Facebook out of the corner of my eye and thinking, “Maybe. It does kinda look like fun.” and then one day my spine went limp and I signed up. Or she she waved the aforementioned thumbtack in front of my eye and demanded. Like I said, I can’t remember.
Since joining Facebook, I have logged in approximately three times. Because another thing I can’t remember is WHY THE HELL IT SEEMED LIKE IT MIGHT BE FUN.
Facebook is not fun. Not even a little bit. I mean, I get that EVERYONE is doing it. And one day, when I am a published novelist, I will probably be required to have a Facebook page, for promotional purposes. It will be all about my novels and how they’re flying off the shelves at unprecedented rates, and hopefully I’ll have a bajillion “friends” who are really just fans- hordes of delirious, devoted bookworms who check my page twenty times a day and write adoring things on my “wall.” (more…)
Chickens Are Très Chic! May 16, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Food, Life, Social Commentary, Things Environmental.Tags: animals, chickens, Culture, Food, Life, Love, Pets, Thoughts, trends
5 comments
Just before I got my chickens, I remarked to a friend (who was also about to embark on her own chicken experience) that I anticipated a profound learning experience. I had no idea how right that statement was, how much I would learn, and how much simply having some chickens in my yard would change me.
Chickens are amazing little creatures. Before I had chickens and was therefore able to observe them up-close-and-personal, there were, in my mind, a lot of myths about chickens. For instance, I’d heard that chickens were moronically stupid, and would drown themselves by throwing their heads back and opening their beaks to a rainstorm. Nevermind that this makes no sense if you think about it for longer than two seconds. I never questioned it. I also assumed they were indiscriminate omnivores, and would eat anything you put in front of them. This is also not true. Chickens have very specific preferences. Or mine do, anyway. They love mushrooms and grapes and tomatoes. Especially tomatoes. Tomatoes send them into a fluttering, jumping, squawking, trilling, pecking ecstasy of excitement. They like to be fed the plump caterpillars from my flower garden, which I pluck from the lantana bushes with a pair of chopsticks. They also like to eat my ferns, which is considerably less charming, and seems to be something of a thrill simply because it causes me to squawk and flutter as I shoo them back into the yard. Surprisingly, they don’t care for mango or blackberries, red bell pepper or carrot. And all of them but one are teetotalers. Only Goldie, one of my reds, has a taste for wine. I serve it to her in an acorn cap, like a tiny chalice. No, I am not kidding about that. I have happy hour with my chickens nearly every afternoon. (more…)
Meet Your Meat March 25, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Food, Rants, Social Commentary, Things Environmental.Tags: America, animals, Environment, farming, Food, Rants, religion, Thoughts
5 comments
Last week was Spring Break, and I spent most of it outside, hoeing soil, planting seeds, digging rocks, and of course- doting on my darling baby chickens. Out there in the sun and the fresh air and the birdsong, I couldn’t help but wonder how humans have gotten so far off track. It wasn’t that long ago that most people did this kind of work every day. It wasn’t a relaxing hobby, it was survival. How did we become convinced that it was better to spend eight hours beneath the fluorescent lights than to feel the sun on your shoulders? Who decided that it was preferable to gaze catatonically at a computer screen than to witness the magic of bean sprouts bursting through the soil, unfurling their delicate green necks, and opening their faces to the sky? Being outside, growing plants, feeding chicks, using your muscles and your mind and your heart to coax fruit from the Earth – all of it feels right in some fundamental, supposed-to-be kind of way.
And then a friend of mine sent me a link to this video. It was as though the Universe were attempting to punctuate my thoughts with the contrasting reality. The video is a demonstration of how it’s NOT supposed to be, but is. (more…)
Rethinking the CFL February 15, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Rants, Social Commentary, Technology, Things Environmental.Tags: Cancer, CFLs, energy use, Environment, flourescent lights, mercury
9 comments
As an environmental science major at Texas State University, I get exposed to a lot of “green” ideas: composting, geothermal heating techniques, and solar energy, for example. Most of what I learn has been enlightening and informative. So when everyone in the department began raving about the importance of replacing traditional, incandescent bulbs with compact fluorescent light bulbs, I went along with it. After all, the benefits seemed obvious. Sure, a box of those cute little twirly bulbs was several times more expensive than a package of regular light bulbs, but by switching, I could save myself $43.80 per year in energy costs. It was printed right there on the box. It made good financial sense. Beyond that, I could console myself with the knowledge that my light fixtures were responsible for less toxic ick in the atmosphere; CFLs use less electricity, which means the power plants were generating less pollution on my behalf.
Since the introduction of the CFL, I have invested in about seven of them. So far, I haven’t noticed any significant decrease in my electricity bill. Maybe that’s because I was already in the habit of turning off lights that I wasn’t using. But, what is more disappointing to me is that I don’t like the light they produce. The first time I installed a CFL and turned on the lamp, I was instantly disheartened. The cozy reading nook which had once been bathed in tranquil, amber light was now awash in glaring sterility. Soothing? No. Relaxing? No. It felt like a reading nook at a doctor’s office, like there should be a shabby pile of out-of-date bass fishing magazines and tattered Highlights for Kids piled up beside the chair. But did I unscrew the bulb and re-install the faithful, chubby little incandescent bulb which had been doing me right for months? No. I didn’t. I sighed, and resigned myself to my inferior lighting situation for the sake of the environment.
But now that I’ve been reading about it, I’m pretty sure that CFLs are the opposite of good for the environment, because there’s mercury-a known neurotoxin-inside them. Ever broken a light bulb? Yeah, me too. What are you supposed to do if you break a light bulb full of poison? The packages I’ve purchased don’t say. But the EPA says to leave the room for fifteen minutes, turn off your AC or heating system, open a window, and forbid anyone from walking through the contaminated area. Then, you’re supposed to “Carefully scoop up glass pieces and powder using stiff paper or cardboard and place them in a glass jar with metal lid (such as a canning jar) or in a sealed plastic bag. Use sticky tape, such as duct tape, to pick up any remaining small glass fragments and powder. Wipe the area clean with damp paper towels or disposable wet wipes. Place towels in the glass jar or plastic bag. Do not use a vacuum or broom to clean up the broken bulb on hard surfaces.”
I see CFLs all the time now. And I have to wonder: How many people know that if they break one, they’ve suddenly got a little haz-mat situation on their hands? This begs the question, what are you supposed to do with the CFLs that expire? It is inadvisable to throw them into the garbage because of the mercury in them, which has the potential to leach into groundwater, or somewhere else mercury shouldn’t be. TCEQ says that it’s legal to dispose of CFLs in household trash (the agency recommends sealing them in a plastic bag first) if there isn’t a place to recycle them locally, but that doesn’t make me feel good. Some stores, such a Home Depot, offer CFL recycling drop-off centers. But how many people are really going to make a special trip in their already-busy schedules to drop off a few old light bulbs at a recycling center? It’s hard enough getting people to recycle aluminum cans and paper.
I’m not against innovation. And I’m definitely not against reducing energy consumption. But this is one environmentalist who cannot advocate the substitution of sketchy innovation in place of easy-implemented lifestyle changes, like turning off the lights in empty rooms, and powering down computers at the end of a day. Emissions from power plants are a nasty problem, and I know- there’s mercury in those, too. But why hasn’t there been a big campaign to get people to reduce their energy consumption? I’ll tell you why.
Dolla dolla bills, y’all.
Emails to God January 21, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Life, Social Commentary, Uncategorized.Tags: Life, religion, Thoughts, writing
9 comments
So yesterday I was reading the Dear God: website (which, incidentally, I found through the blogroll on Enna’s blog, Kosher Porkchops). Because Enna’s blog is funny, I (mistakenly) thought all her links would lead to hilarity, and some of them do, but Dear God was NOT funny, unless you’re a sociopath (or a robot programmed by a sociopath to delight in human suffering). It was, however, an interesting window into the human condition: Fraught with uncertainty, angst, longing, secret torment, and deviant sexual urges. The idea of the website is that people can write letters to God, and then post them for the voyeuristic indulgences of all who have internet access. And, presumably, The Lord. (Because God loves the internet. After His Son showed him how to use it, of course.) The letters range from angry agnostic tirades, to pleas for miraculous events, to creepy confessionals. As you might imagine, the confessionals were the most intriguing. And there are some truly exceptional, compelling photographs.I dug around on the site looking for photo credits, but found none. So, whoever you are that’s takin’ these photos, good job.

Photo from Dear God: website.
After reading the deep, dark secrets of complete strangers, I felt a little depressed. But that’s the point of the website, I think. Not spreading depression, exactly, but as a method of unburdening oneself, however anonymously. There’s a certain catharsis in dislosure. And this kind of broad, public unbosoming doesn’t just shift some of the heaviness onto the shoulders of one or two others; legions of readers are enlisted to carry little bits away in their pockets, sprinkling it across infinity. After all, keeping a secret is hard work, like constantly leaning against the closet door to keep the skeletons from tumbling out and getting bone dust all over your groovy shag carpeting. I know, because I used to have lots of secrets. Sometimes you just want to leave the closet behind and go have a cocktail in the back yard. But that bone dust is nasty stuff- it just goes right through those microfilter vacuum bags, and before you know it, it’s floating around in the air and sticking to the TV screen and floating on top of the fish tank water.
The website was fascinating, from a psychological, social-science-y kind of perspective, but I don’t think I’ll be spending much time there, because mostly it made me feel sad, and conflicted. Part of me felt a little bad about reading what is essentially a prayer for entertainment, and then I wondered if the site was exploitative. But I can also see how, for the modern,”connected” (yet so totally DISconnected from other people and ourselves and the Really Important stuff) generation, writing an email to God on the internet might make perfect sense and serve as a way to organize your thoughts while interfacing with the Creator. I mean, I think God is so big that anything and everything is a potential tool for spiritual contact.

CNN? NPR? I don't think so.
This is (vaguely) related to a similar conflict I feel about listening to the news on the radio. On the one hand, I feel like I have a civic obligation to be informed about the goings-on in the world, and the deeds perpetrated in my name by my elected (or otherwise) officials. On the other hand, I often find that the news leaves me feeling cynical/pissed-off/bitter/depressed. And I have to wonder if that’s valuable. I mean, do I need to hear about a terrible earthquake in Bangladesh that killed and displaced millions of people if I can’t do anything about it? Do I need to know about the seven-car pile-up that left four people critically wounded? Is my life (or anyone else’s, for that matter) enriched by knowing about all the terrible, tragic things that happen all over the world every day? In the Olden Days (before instant and widepsread media access) people who were not directly affected by such events didn’t suffer the knowledge of them. If you knew about an earthquake, it was because it happened to you. I go back and forth about it. Civic conscience vs. blissful ignorance.
Anyway, I’d love to hear what y’all think about it. But, first a wee caveat: many of the letters to God are not, as you might expect, “family-friendly”, so if you bruise easily, maybe Dear God: isn’t for you.
Green: What Does it Mean? November 13, 2008
Posted by millyonair in Life, Rants, Social Commentary, Things Environmental.Tags: Culture, Environment, fashion, Green, Life, Politics, Thoughts, trends
2 comments
A few months ago, my husband and I were visiting his grandmother and some members of his extended family. During a lull in the conversation, my husband’s aunt leaned forward and asked us, “So, have y’all ‘gone green’ yet?” My husband and I were confused. What was she talking about? we wondered. It took me a few minutes to realize she was asking if we had boarded the bandwagon to Cool Town. She was referring to the trend du jour:Green-ness.
As an Environmental Studies major, I spend 10 hours a day immersed in literature and conversations about energy, sustainable agriculture, soil degradation, and the integrity of water supplies as part of my coursework, and because I’m interested in these issues. I wouldn’t classify myself as “green” because I don’t really know what that’s supposed to mean. I do make some environmentally responsible choices that are practical to my life and income: I recycle, I compost, I hang my clothes on a line instead o using a dryer, I carpool, I don’t eat a lot of meat. As my education has expanded, I have altered my choices in accordance with a deepened awareness. Maybe my husband’s aunt simply forgot that I study the environment and human impact thereon. But her question about “going green” highlights an interesting cultural phenomenon. (more…)
A Hill of Beans November 4, 2008
Posted by millyonair in Life, Social Commentary, Things Environmental.Tags: Beans, Farting, Food, Legumes, Life, Recipes, Thoughts
1 comment so far
Besides chocolate and wine, beans are pretty much my favorite food. Not only are beans a delicious and versatile dietary staple, but they are a nutritional powerhouse, providing complex carbohydrates, protein, and fiber. Plus, there are about a jillion different kinds of beans, so if you don’t like one variety, you can always try another. It is my personal belief that, as human beings, we are absolutely supposed to be eating beans. A lot of beans. Beans are magic morsels of yumminess, gifted to us by the Creator Of The Universe. Every culture in the world eats beans.
One of my professors theorizes that if the human race switched to eating beans and rice instead of meat (and reduced our consumption of other, non-food resources such as fuel and housing material), Earth’s resources would be able to support 40 billion people. Overpopulation wouldn’t be lurking ominously on the horizon. Instead, we’d all be one big, happy, (flatulent) family. (more…)
You Don’t Love Me, You Just Love My Marmoset October 27, 2008
Posted by millyonair in Life, Social Commentary.Tags: blogging, Life, Paris Hilton, Pygmy Marmosets, Sarah Palin, Thoughts, trends
6 comments
For the past few days, I’ve been getting hundreds of hits on this blog because of a brief mention and photograph of a pygmy marmoset. Don’t get me wrong, I love the attention. In fact, I’m thinking about including a picture of a pygmy marmoset in every post just to increase traffic at this blog.
But I have a sinking suspicion that people are just checking out the image and not reading my brilliant, insightful commentary. Folks, there’s more here than marmosets! Stay! Read! Make comments! Make yourselves at home!
Can anyone tell me what’s behind this sudden outbreak of marmoset mania? Is Paris Hilton carting one around in her handbag now? Does Sarah Palin have one as a pet? What gives?










Awards, Political Statements, and TMI November 10, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Life, Rants/Diatribes, Social Commentary, health.Tags: awards, health, Life, Musings, Thoughts
add a comment
Yippee! I am the proud recipient of a blogging award, my first. The award was given to me by my muse of French-ness: Mo, of Me, Mo and Myself.
1. I do not have health insurance.
2. This is because good health insurance is too expensive. And even paying for the so-called “good” health insurance doesn’t guarantee that the insurance company will actually pay for the procedures recommended by your physician, as my mother has recently discovered.
3. Since I don’t have health insurance, I seldom visit the doctor, and have a general, vague distrust of the entire medical system. Fortunately, I am a very healthy person.
4. Unfortunately, it also means that I am occasionally compelled to perform my own feats of dermatology, e.g. removing suspicious-looking moles with nail scissors.
5. Sometimes I try to diagnose my occasional health concerns by google-ing my symptoms. This is a very, very bad idea that usually results in hypochondriacal fantasies of cancer, renal failure, or early-onset Ebola.
6. I don’t really like to take medicine. My cures for most problems are:
7. I do believe that our government should do something about the current health-care situation in our country, because unless you’re either a gozillionaire or on Medicare/Medicaid, it sucks. I DO NOT, however, like the current plan being bandied about in Congress. I am particularly displeased with the idea that I will be REQUIRED to BUY insurance from the government or other provider, lest I face a fine or some other punitive action when and if I have to go to the doctor. Please, Congressmen. That is SO not what we were asking for.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit in a hot bath with a bowl of chocolate ice cream and a book. For my health, yo?