Team Steve Rogers

I could write a dissertation about Captain America Civil War, but I’ll spare everyone and just do a blog post. Warning, here be spoilers for most of the MCU and some of DC.

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Transgender and bathrooms

In light of the recent controversy, I’m blogging the argument I’ve been making about a year now ever since this topic came up in a conversation around me.

Basically, I don’t understand why this issue is an issue and how it ever became such a huge mainstream question at all. How would I even know if I was in the bathroom with a person who is transgendered? Who is the perv looking into stalls checking out people’s genitals… excuse me “making sure” that the correct genitals are in the correctly labeled room.  If I happen to look under a stall for feet to see if a bathroom is occupied, and I as a woman see man’s shoes or hear someone who might be peeing while standing up… I’m not running out screaming that there might be a man in the bathroom. It might be a woman in man’s shoes or someone with a medical condition emptying their colostomy bag. I don’t know, and I really don’t care.

I have to deal with the very real 12 year old boys that mom’s are bringing into the ladies room. I couldn’t care less what genitals the person in the stall next to me has.

The people in support of these laws are ignorant or bigoted and most probably a combination of both. There is no issue here. Laverne Cox shouldn’t have to use the men’s room and Chaz Bono would probably be directed to the men’s room by a helpful person if he tried to use the ladies room. And that is something no one needs to make any laws about except mind your damn business. I don’t want to imagine how these laws would be enforced. It’s too much of a dystopian nightmare.

 


San Antonio : What even?

not sure Pee-Wee prepared me for this.

I just got back from PAX South in San Antonio, TX.  Now, as a minority, I always try to be conscious of where I’m traveling. And, sorry for the offense, but Texas has a bit of notoriety.  It’s obvious anywhere I travel in the US that I’m part of some minority. I figured I’d be more likely to be labeled “Mexican” in a state bordering Mexico. And since I was going to be inside the Alamo, I was maybe hypersensitive when I arrived.  So perhaps take this post with a grain of salt.

After five days in San Antonio I can with surety say, I’m happier in Miami. It was very confusing for me over there. I have never, not even in Bloomington Indiana, felt so hyperaware of being Hispanic.  It’s not like I was getting stared at or anything as I walked around town. I really can’t explain the feeling of “other” I had.  Statistics showed that even though the majority of residents there are Hispanic, Spanish speakers are in the minority. That means when a cashier tried to explain to her manager in Spanish that I had made a mistake instead of her, she might have actually been shocked when I joined the conversation in Spanish as well.

But the pinnacle of “oh my god did I miss a confederate flag at the entrance” moment was my first day at PAX South. I was at the game pitch panel when someone suggested a game that revolved around Texas seceding from the Union, eliminating Mexican influences from Texas, and patrolling the great big wall that would separate them from Mexico. Was he trying to be funny? Perhaps. But being surrounded by a crowd who jumped up, started clapping and shouting “USA, USA, USA!” made me want to slowly crawl out the door. Especially since it was my first day in town.  Not sure how you can chant USA over and over again in cheer of seceding.

But honestly, for the most part, everywhere we went people were very polite.  And most of the time, it seemed sincere. My cousin lived in Houston so I’m willing to give Texas the benefit of the doubt. It’s not like Florida doesn’t turn into a red state every once in awhile.  The guy with the game pitch called Austin a “hippie town” with disdain and my co-worker said Austin was pretty cool.  So maybe I’d have better luck there.

So, since I always try to gauge “would I live here” when I have to travel for work (yes, PAX South was work), I don’t think I’d make it in San Antonio.


Dead Idols and Broken Dreams

At it’s core, this post is about money.

I love David Bowie. I don’t know if I’ve ever talked about David Bowie without saying “I love David Bowie” at some point in the conversation. And yeah, I also thought it sucked that Alan Rickman died. It’s been a sucky week and I think a lot of people were waiting for another let down.

I wasn’t. So it came as a shock to me when I received a HUGE let down. Turns out I don’t follow enough celebrity gossip columns because last December an actor that was pretty important to me died. Brooke McCarter, probably best known, and most important to me for playing Paul in my fave movie of all time, The Lost Boys.

 

Now, he’s not the first to go. Berhard Hughes died in 2006, Haim died in 2010, and Edward Hermann died in 2014. But this one hits worse for me because of that fucking Lost Boys poster that is still framed on my wall by my dining table and now signed by Corey Feldman. Because getting that poster signed by everyone in it, all the vampires, was like #1 on my unofficial bucket list. Aside from all the things I want for my life, my career, my health and my child… the way some people always dream of going to Paris… that was me and that fucking Lost Boys poster. And now Brooke McCarter has died in Tampa, FL. My own backyard.

And you know why the first line of this post is about money? Maybe you guessed. It’s because money could have gotten me that signature years ago.I couldn’t afford to go to the Lost Boys reunion Cons, or fly out to where one or two of them might be. And now it’s over.

I couldn’t afford to go to a Con in New Orleans this weekend with my daughter so she could meet her own idol, Jeremy Renner. I didn’t even mention it because why put her through that? I can’t afford to take her to a Con in Philadelphia to meet Christopher Lloyd and Michael J Fox. And that’s just the worst examples.

After having to sell my Faith No More ticket and thereby probably selling my only chance to ever see Faith No More live, I thought 2015 was just a long series of suck. I thought I’d left it behind me with the new year, but 2015 managed a whole new way to fuck me again. And this is a let down that’s going to follow me for years.

And now that I’ve finished my rant. My apologies to Brooke McCarter’s family for ranting in the first place. They’re the ones who lost a family member 3 days before Christmas. My sincerest condolences to all of you.

 


Star Wars : The Force of JJ

This is a spoiler filled blog post, but I’ll put everything under the link located under this picture:

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Nerf-Herder.

Ok, now here be my Star Wars review, observations, and minor J.J. Abrams rant. this is the link you are looking for


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