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Caught up with Mad Men. Some thoughts. )

Also, I'm halfway through S1 of Friday Night Lights. Some thoughts. )

And now for a rant.

Less amusing than actors playing characters over a decade younger than they are is the continuance of people in my life telling me that I'm a rare breed of sane Christian. It's usually meant as a compliment, but it's actually patronizing as hell. I'm not the exception to the rule. You just think I am because you don't know any better-- and how's that for patronizing? People seem to forget that lumping all Christians in as Bible-thumping hicks (a.k.a stupid) is just as ignorant as the assumption that all liberals are hell-bent (haha) on destroying Christians because they're amoral hedonists. It's true in some cases on both sides, but not in the sane majority.

Fact: I'm a Creationist. I believe in micro-evolution, which is evolution within a species, but I don't believe in macro-evolution, which dictates that one species can become another. In other words, I can believe that people used to be shorter than they are today, but I don't believe human beings were ever apes or primordial cells hanging out in the ocean. And you know what? You may disagree with me, but that doesn't make me stupid. And mistaking me for stupid would, frankly, make you stupid.

Another fact: I'm over-educated as hell, and I've read all the same books as you have-- but I'm Christian. And all that means is that I buy into a different theory than you do. Because they're both theories, and you aren't superior to me just because you carry a copy of Origin of Species under your arm. Making general assumptions about Christians or non-Christians just reveals that you have a limited perspective, and that's nothing to be proud of. If you clutch at Darwin but refuse to read the Bible while still insisting on shooting off your mouth about Christianity, then you are the ignorant one, because at least I've read both before coming to the table discussion. I wish people could hear themselves sometimes, as if they're doing me a favor by revealing their surprise that I can carry my own in a political/academic/scientific/philosophical/etc. discussion despite my "disadvantage." Bitch, please. I can play in your court, but can you play in mine? Nope. And by the way, that's not your court. That's mine, too. And, yeah, I'm getting carried away now, but there it is. Bitchy, self-righteous rant done.

Resume business as usual.
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Male Professor apparently prostrated himself sincerely enough to anyone and everyone who would listen, and he's skating by with a slap on the wrist. I still feel very ambivalent about the whole thing.

It doesn't help that Male Professor kept us twenty minutes over the class time today to rant about the current U.S. drug policies and Mexico when he was just complaining about how Female Professor wastes her class time by talking about her "lifestyle" and politics-- which is exactly what he did today. His religious views and former drug habit have nothing to do with No Country for Old Men, trust me. He also has to remind us fifty times a class that he's not pushing his religion on us but... *Sigh* I think I have to take back what I said about being excited to be in his class. In fact, I think I'm going to hate this class, and it has nothing to do with the actual material because we're apparently never going to talk about it until we hit his personal memoir about his religious views and former drug habit. So glad I wasted my money buying the textbooks, then. *Double sigh*

I also hate the rest of the students in the class. There's a girl who is determined to get the professor to admit that there's a super secret formula for creative writing that she can follow to write well. She drives me nuts with what I-- in all my elitist narcissism-- deem to be really stupid, inane questions, like "Do I have to end every line of dialogue with 'he said'?" She can't seem to wrap her head around the concept of personal writing style because she's set on the notion that there must be only one correct way to write. I know not everyone is a writer, but come on. Plus, everyone in the class automatically went down in my estimation when they decided to rant against Female Professor's "gay agenda" last class, and they're not elevating my opinion any by wasting so much class time talking about their personal lives or their religious views. Because I don't care. I don't haul my ass to campus to hear about them. Did your personal life influence how Cormac McCarthy wrote No Country? No? Didn't think so.

I have a somewhat pathological aversion to inconveniencing or imposing on people, which includes wasting their time with things they don't care about (even the length of this entry is making me itchy), and I've also never been comfortable around people who insist on discussing their religious views. So I really don't understand people who feel comfortable taking up class time in a room full of strangers by talking about their religious views and/or personal life. It's just a completely different mindset, I guess.

Apparently I needed a rant of my own. ^^; Disclaimer: I firmly blame my raging PMS for the vitriolic nature of this post. That is all.
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Recessions are a bitch, y'all.

I am sick to death of all these quick-money scams directed at college students. I'm desperate for employment, so of course I'm susceptible to the numerous fliers posted around campus, promising, "Work on your own schedule! Earn hundreds a week! Immediate hiring!" And-- naturally-- they all turn out to be scams because life is just not that easy. Every freaking time I think, "You know what? Maybe this one is legitimate. I mean, they're advertising on campus! That's a sign of legitimacy, right?" NO. Sonofabitch.

I'm tired of being unemployed. I didn't work my ass off earning multiple degrees to be unemployed, damn it. If I could travel back in time, I would tell my younger self, "I know you love English and History and Writing, but tough cookie. You're going to buckle down with the subjects you despise and to which your brain is not naturally inclined, and you're going to get a practical degree in business, science, or something techie. Hell, you're dropping out of UCSB, and you're going to a Tech school. Say goodbye to the liberal arts! And save your disillusioned tears for your future self-- me!" Complete with a bitch slap because my younger self deserves it.

To top it all off, I just realized that my emerging plan to disappear into India or Egypt to teach English abroad for a year or two is going to have to be put off for another year because I've already committed myself to being an intern for my beloved former comics professor next year. Damn it.

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