Crappola jobs

Over at venus in fake fur he discusses some of the crappola jobs in HK-(english version on the bottom half).

I also discovered waiting on hold a blog which focuses on call centres and call centre staff. If you know someone who works in a call centre forward the blog details so they can participate by posting about their jobs.

Horse Racing is not cool

Tomorrow is Melbourne Cup day, a public holiday for horse racing.

Everyone has gone crazy in Melbourne with the spring racing carnival which appears to be an excuse to dress up and get drunk.

Its important to not lose sight though about what the day and the rest of the carnival is centered around: cruel horse racing.

I'm not much of a fan of gambling all together but forcing an animal to run as fast as it can by whipping it continually is really NOT cool.

For more about whats wrong with horse racing check out here and here

My henna hand-studying now!

Apparently Baby cat likes toffuti ice cream too.

World Vegan Day

I went and ate and ate and spend all my money.

There were so many people. We arrived just before 2 and you could barely move in some sections and the line for veggie burgers was always long.

Unfortunately no tofutti ice cream though. They only had their cream cheeses to sample and empty ice cream cartons and tubs to tease us with.

I fell in love with Bombay bliss bags.

I also like the look of the yoga retreats, cooking classes and even their vegan recipe calendars available at mukti in Hepburn Springs. Mmmm i could handle a trip to Hepburn springs.

Plus I discovered another vegan beer range.

Food wise, I managed to fit in a choc jam donut, very filling 'schnitzel' burger, chocolate, wonton(free), five spice tofu(free), satay 'chicken'(free), and a cherry and chocolate muffin.

Its a good thing i skipped breakfast.

I also bought an over the shoulder bombay bliss bag(good for going out), save babe t-shirt, orgran biscuts and some other little things. Plus i got a henna tattoo on my hand.

All in all a good day.

I love the blog world!

Recently there was at least three blogs all attempting to answer the incredibly hard question: why are there so many anti-feminist women or rather the whole 'I'm not a feminist but...'.

Something that i'm always shocked by and a little saddened by. I faced it a lot when I was in HK. Perhaps because Mr T kept announcing that I was a feminist and then asking if they were a feminist (he meant well) they would reply quite defensively 'no i'm not a feminist'. But of course it stills exists here. I remember after a women studies class in my undergrad days one particularly girl who obviously walked in there with a preconception about what the class was, and then after the class spoke about how she hated men-bashing when the lecturer failed to mention men once. I've also had plenty of friends state feminist comments only to later defend by saying 'its not like a feminist or something'.

Anyway its a question for the ages and i wish i had time to post more. Go check out the lengthy posts at all of the blogs.

I first learned about it though sour duck links page which then led me to no pod and that lead me to mind the gap and finally i ended up at Hugos post which seems to be the original.

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Anyway also wanted to announce that I just completed my first semester of lecturing!

I had a senior lecturer call me up yesterday and congratulate me and basically told me about how lecturing when you first start is all about survival. News that would have been helpful at the beginning but still its nice to know that I wasn't alone in wanting to quite on more than once occasion. She then told me what everyone in the faculty says and you taught '..........(insert subject title here)' thats really really brave. Basically without revealing too much i taught a science/maths subject to social science students and they hate it. Everyone hates it and there is more anxiety with this subject than any other in the course because so many fail it.

She then told me that i should feel proud of myself to which i could honestly reply that i am.