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Strike Out for Choice!

March 12th, 2010 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Uncategorized

>Others might make jokes about “striking out a life” (which I find really funny, by the way, because my gallows humor on this topic is so finely honed; another good one might be about alleys), but I am participating in an abortion access bowl-a-thon in April. Seriously.

“But Suzanne,” Dear Reader may be thinking, “abortion is legal. How can it not be accessible?”

Yes, that’s what I used to think, too. Then I found out that 87% of counties in the US have no abortion providers. This affects approximately 1/3 of American women. The lack of providers increases exponentially for women who need abortions after 16 weeks.* These women are forced to travel long distances, sometimes as many as hundreds of miles, to get the medical services they need.

Add it up: there’s the cost of the procedure (not covered by Medicare in 32 states; although those lucky enough to have private health insurance are covered by many policies for now), the cost of transportation, and potentially the cost of a motel if the person has to stay overnight. Since 50% of women who get abortions already have children, there’s the cost of child care, too.

While abortion may be legal, it is only really accessible to women who live in certain geographic regions and/or those who have financial resources.* So, I join the abortion access bowl-a-thonin an attempt to keep pins, not women, in (back) alleys. Um, or something like that.

*There are many reasons for why that may happen.
**Just like other health care! How nuts is that?!?!

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The Tipping Point

February 25th, 2010 by Suzanne | 12 Comments | Filed in Asshole idiots, Damn, fuck, What is wrong with people?

>One of my former bosses told me that she always knows who has had restaurant experience when she goes out with a group of people based on how much they tip. She said that people who’ve never worked in the food service industry generally give tips of up to 15%, but people who have worked tables give closer to 20%. I am fortunate enough to have been able to go through life thus far without waitressing (I guarantee that I would be awful*), but I tip 20% unless service was utterly abysmal (i.e. – the staff was actually rude to me). My ex-boss said I am an exception.

I find that in NYC, most people are calculate tips in one of two ways: they double the tax (which is 8.75%) or they give 20% of the subtotal. Either way seems right to me. The minimum wage in the restaurant industry in NYS is $4.60. In theory, if staff do not earn enough tips to average them out to $7.15 an hour, the restaurant must cough up the extra dough. But how likely is that? Not very.

I rant about this now because I have gone out with some people a few times who consistently refuse to acknowledge that they have to pay tax and tip. It is so bad that I’ve actually pulled out a calculator to show how their $15 entree is really over $19 when you add tax ($1.31) and tip ($3), so putting in $20 is fair. Even after this, people have argued with me that they overpaid.

Not everyone is good at math. I understand that. I’m no math genius myself. But when I fucking run through the numbers and explain them, and my co-diner still doesn’t want to pay his fair share, I am going to be very angry. Because I’m not going to short restaurant staff because my companion is too fucking cheap to pay what he owes, I get stuck paying for it. And it adds up over time. Eventually I just focus on how the person is going to screw me or someone at the end of the meal, and I don’t enjoy myself. It makes me not inclined to dine out with certain individuals any more.

*Maurice, the hamster who runs on the wheel that powers my brain, would never be able to keep up with all the orders and I’d always forget to bring people drinks or who ordered what and all that.

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Bless the Internet!

January 3rd, 2010 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in nerds, random, Uncategorized

>Not long ago, I wrote about my mother’s love of fruit cake (concluding that it takes one to know one), but I didn’t mention that as she told me her tale of fruit cakeless woe on the phone, I plopped my ass down in front of the computer and ordered one online for her birthday. (I didn’t want to spoil the surprise in case she read my blog before it arrived.) My blog friend Pamela kindly suggested a good online fruit cake source, but I had already secretly ordered from Hickory Farms. I believe that I will make online fruit cake ordering a new tradition. Next year: Pamela’s suggestion, Collins Street Bakery. I love their history.

After I accomplished the fruit cake mission, I turned to the internet for some research. I was asked to contribute an article to an almanac about New York City. My assigned topic was a forgotten crime spree from the 1950s. The New York Times archives offered me articles from those days that gave me all the information I needed to complete my story. No microfiche! Hurray!

With the internet, is there ever a reason to leave home except to go to the gym, see people, or travel? (And the travel can be 100% planned through the internet!) I can do research, order gifts, and arrange for food to be brought to my doorstep. If only I could harness the power of the internet to work from home.

I love you, internet….

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My Mom’s a Fruit Cake

December 23rd, 2009 by Suzanne | 3 Comments | Filed in hilarity

>”I’ve had a really hard time finding fruit cake at the store in the last few years,” my mom told me on the phone last night.

“Um, that is because no one except you buys fruit cake,” I explained.

She ignored me. “Fruit cake is the unfair butt of many jokes. It is delicious! Grandma likes it, too.”

It takes one to know one.

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No Exaggeration

December 17th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in random

>The intersection of 23rd and 6th Avenue is the only one I’ve ever passed through in Manhattan which not only has the standard “Walk/Don’t Walk” lights to indicate when to cross the street, but also emits noises like a cuckoo clock. (Every intersection I encountered in downtown Oakland, Ca, on the other hand, makes noises.) This Manhattan intersection is different from the others because there is an institute for the blind on W. 23rd Street between 6th and 7th Avenues. (While I think it is great that the City made one intersection easier for blind people, I always wondered what happened if they came from the west side as opposed to east, but I digress.)

As I walked from work to school this evening, I crossed through the noise-emitting intersection. I continued south on 6th Avenue, and as I approached the doors of the Burlington Coat Factory, I nearly fell over. Leaving the shop was a blind man. He held his walking stick and emerged slowly from the store’s double doors. Behind him, with her hand on his shoulder, was a blind woman, also gripping a red and white walking stick. Following her was another woman. She placed her hand on the middle woman’s shoulder, and grasped a walking stick.

Wow, I thought as they turned left and made their way to the corner. It’s the blind leading the blind leading the blind. You really do see everything in New York City.

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A Deadly Sin

December 3rd, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in hilarity, writing

>In the last two days, I read four things* that lead me to a deadly sin. Oh, envy! How it rears its big ugly head up and makes me covet the talents of others. As I said to two of the writers, “It’s like penis envy, only real.**” Yes, I want their tools. Maybe this is also a violation of a commandment, too – do not covet thy neighbor’s literary skills.

*Two stories at school; The Scenic Route by Binnie Kirschenbaum; and a blog post by AV Flox about jizz as an anti-depressant whose conclusion I disagree with, but loved the writing anyway. Unlike the prior sentence, which is a good example of very bad writing.
**Sorry Freud, but I’m not buying your sexist crap. He’d probably like the study about how precious pearls of cum prevent women from being depressed that Flox wrote so well about…

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The Republican in My Apartment

October 26th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Damn, hilarity, random

>I am not biased against all Republicans. In fact, I realized that I live with one. It was a little bit of a shock at first, but I sort of even adore him.

How did I figure out that there’s a covert Republican in my household? I evaluated his key personality traits:

1. He is greedy. If offered a piece of candy or raisin, he gobbles it down without thanking the giver, as if he is owed the treat. Then he expects more and turns his back if additional bribes are not provided.

2. He makes messes and does not clean up after himself. However, he seems to be a moderate Republican, as I am not subjected to hypocritical griping about how other people need to take more responsibility for their actions. He just expects me to clean up after him.

3. His situation in life is inherited. He does nothing all day, yet lives a very nice lifestyle, thanks to other hardworking members of society who provide for him.

4. He seems to like the Yankees. (This is not definite proof that he is a Republican, as I know some excellent old school New Yorkers who are liberal and root for the greediest corporate welfare team in America.) While I watched the play off games, he emerged from his space and joined me a bit. He never did this when I watched Mets games in the past. Everyone knows that the Mets are the team of the people. (Yeah, losers like the rest of us chumps, but I digress.)

Here he is doing what Republicans do best, which is mooching off hard working, honest people after sitting around all day doing nothing to earn their keep:

Tycho is cute, though. And since e can’t help his small-brained natural instincts for survival, I forgive him.

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I Hear the Secrets that You Keep

October 25th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Damn, hilarity, random

>Someone recently blogged that this song was stuck in her head (Count Mockula, I think?), but apparently I don’t have to close my eyes and go to sleep to blab my lame “secrets.” No, a low grade fever, a medium dose of insomnia, and a high level of rue for something stooopid I did, combined with Facebook status chatting, is all it takes. Last Thursday night/Friday morning, I confessed to my 7th grade (possibly part of 8th grade, I get confused about timing) crush that I liked him back in the day! Ooooooooooh…. (No, it wasn’t “Arnold” from Always. I feel like such a slut. Ha! That’s sadly about as slutty as I get – overlapping school crushes. Oy vey iz mir!)

Whatever the case, I sat at my computer blushing like an idiot. (Or maybe I was flushed from fever? It was not a super high fever, just a smidge above 99, although for me that’s a bit higher than it is for others because my usual body temperature is 97.5 or something low like that. Husband says it is because I am a cold-hearted bitch. He is hilarious, no?) You know what’s funny? For a second, I was actually sad when he didn’t say that he had also had a crush on me. I had kinda believed, back in the day, that my crush was not unrequited. Like, this was over 20 years ago, but I still took it as a rejection.

On a related note, earlier in the week, I tried quizzing Husband about his junior high days to “get into the head of a 13 year old boy” so I could maybe fix up my young adult novel. He hesitantly submitted to my questions:

Me:”Did you go to junior high dances?”
Husband: “No.”
Me: “Why not? Weren’t you interested in them?”
H: “Yes, but no one would dance with me because I was a loser. Do I have to talk about this? I prefer not to relive those days.”
Me: (Kissed him on the head) “Well, this cold-hearted bitch would have wanted to dance with you.”
H: “Thanks.”

Yeah, junior high just sucks.

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>Burned

September 8th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Asshole idiots, Damn, Jewishness, What is wrong with people?

>For the second time in three weeks, I felt the sun bore down on the back of neck and forgot that I had sunscreen in my backpack. My fried neck was a small price to pay for such a gorgeous wedding, though:


I know I am biased, but I love (liberal) Jewish weddings. The chupa (wedding canopy) is so beautiful, and since I’ve never been to Orthodox wedding in which strict gender segregation is practiced, I always am extra-touched by the equality demonstrated in the ceremonies. Other than the sunburn, the only downside of the wedding was the number of bees flitting about the lush landscape. Bees scare me shitless. Another guest assured me that these bees were friendly, though, and I will say that it was certainly friendlier than the one that chased me around the parking lot of an ice cream shack at a beach town in New Jersey. (I offered that bee my ice cream and wallet to make it go away.)

Other things that I saw on my trip that uplifted my spirit, were these murals in the Mission District of San Francisco:

OK, so the birthing mural freaks me out a little (but I overall think it is cool) and the sidewalk graffiti is not technically a mural, but whatever. It reminded me that I like humanity. However, discussions that I had with friends and Bob Herbert’s column in today’s NY Times brought me back to reality.

I am burning with indignation at the lunatics who live in this nation. Protesting Obama’s speech to school kids about studying hard and respecting teachers as socialist brainwashing? Calling him a Nazi? What the fuck is wrong with people? Of course, these are the same assholes who insisted that I had no right to dislike Bush since he was our president and as president, I needed to respect him. Gah!!!!! I give up.

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>Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

July 31st, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Damn, I am a bad person sometimes, random

>”Do you ever wish I was less petty?” I asked Husband as we sat in a taxi, returning from his brother’s apartment.

“Yes,” he said with no hesitation.

I have no idea what prompted me to ask him, but damn, am I sorry I did. I snarled and made nasty little comments for the next hour, as I could not help be petty. It will be so tragic when I do the first load of laundry in our newly installed washer dryer tomorrow and all his undershirts come out pink. Mwa ha ha ha…


Seriously, though, I am so excited to take the washer and dryer for a spin.

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