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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Why (Some) Men Are Still Afraid of Feminism- From A Man's Point of View.

I found an article online today written by Dr. Michael Kaufman talking about why some men are so resistant to feminism. Dr. Kaufman promotes gender equality through seminars, working with the United Nations, and the White Ribbon Campaign.  

Feminism...touchy subject, right? It has a bad reputation. Of course, feminism isn't necessarily what you think- it's not all about a bunch of bra-burning man-haters. Try something a little more along the lines of gender equality. 

The article has 3 main points, all from a man's point of view: 
1. Giving up is hard to do
2. Being a man is hard to do
3. Changing ideas is hard to do

I can hardly do the article justice by trying to explain it, so just read it here:   http://www.michaelkaufman.com/2012/why-are-some-men-still-afraid-of-feminism/




Thursday, March 22, 2012

How to Get Unfriended on Facebook

Ah, Spring Break. It really just sweetens the fact that it's noon and I'm blogging in my pajamas. I'm falling out of love with Facebook. But I think everyone is. I rarely update my status, and mostly use it now to post cute pictures of puppies to my roommate's wall. Because of this disenchantment, I've also tried to cut down on the number of "friends" I have.  It's also because I honestly don't care about what half of these people post.

Here are five sure-fire ways to get unfriended by me. (Or maybe just hidden if I still kind of like you).

1. If you post statuses about how "in looooove" you are with your snuggly boo bear. It's so sweet I think I just got a cavity. You're 13 and have been dating 4 days. Stop.

2. On the opposite end of the spectrum, if you make ambiguous statuses about how "certain people sometimes just don't understand and they hurt me anyway and now I'm moving on so take that SIR." I'm sorry you're having relationship problems. But don't you think it would help if you actually talked to someone rather than venting your anger on the internet? Something tells me it won't get you far.

3. You're pregnant (or a new mom) and suddenly the world revolves around you. No, I don't want to see pictures of your stretch-marked belly or more pictures of your kid in another Winnie the Pooh onesie. Believe it or not, life goes on and the rest of us have things to do.

4. If you complain ALL THE TIME about how bad traffic is, how the service at the restaurant was terrible, how your food was disgusting, how your airline sucked, how your $50,000 car got a door ding, how you hate your job, hate your weird second cousin, hate your cat. Really? Really?

5. Farmville. Enough said.

I think it's time for another friend purge. It cleanses the soul. Who doesn't love soul-cleasning?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Pi Day Pie

For those of you who might be culturally or mathematically unaware, Pi Day was on Wednesday. It's Pi day because March 14 is 3.14, just like Pi. Get it? Anyway, moving on. In honor of this Pi Day, I decided to make my first actual p-i-e pie ever. But because Wednesdays are my busy days, I had to postponed the pie making to the Ides of March and do it on Thursday. I was a little nervous since I'd never baked a pie before, but luckily my sweet boyfriend was around to help me. Here's how it went down: 

Ingredients: 
Pastry for 2 crusts
8 cups sliced, peeled assorted baking apples - about 3 lbs.  (Granny Smith, Cortland, Jonathan)
2 Tablespoons lemon juice
3/4 cup white sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
2 Tablespoons butter
1 egg yolk
1 Tablespoon milk

First, Brenden and I peeled and sliced about 6 Granny Smith apples.  I've always heard Granny Smith are the best for baking because they're crisp and tart. 

Next, we coated them with the 2 tablespoons of lemon juice and then added in the flour, brown sugar, white sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg.  It makes a nice, delicious, syrupy coating. Mmmmm. . 
Apples + sugar goo
And okay, here's the thing about the crust.  I have a recipe to make your own crust and I thought about doing it, I really did. BUT I had never made crust before, and there is a lot of room for error.  So, I ended up just buying the Pillsbury kind in a box, and it's probably way better than I ever could have made. I'm not too broken up about it. The filling's what really counts anyway.
After that, Brenden (who is basically the pie-master, I guess) gently placed the crust in the 9-inch pie pan and crimped the edges by hand.  We then scooped the apple + goo mix into the crust.  I was worried that we would have too many/not enough apples but it was really the perfect amount. Lucky how things work out like that, huh? We drizzled the apples with the 2 tablespoons of butter, because what's another heart attack when you've got this baby on your plate? 
 Then, we placed the second rolled-out pie crust on top of the apples and pinched the edges together, and slit the top to vent/look fancy.   Next I beat the egg yolk and milk in a bowl and Brenden brushed it on the crust. 
Everyone loves a man who bakes
  Finally, we (carefully) popped it in the oven. 15 minutes on 425, then 40-45 minutes on 350. The ovens in our apartment complex are pretty wonky, so we only did 40 on the last bit and it was fine. The egg and milk combo on the top browned nicely, but you can kind of see where some parts were coated a little more thickly. 
Straight out of the oven
After letting it cool for as long as we could stand, we sliced it up and passed out plates to the roommates. It was  a big hit and I was so proud that it turned out alright. Not bad for my first one! I'll definitely be making this one again, as soon as I can spare a few hundred calories.  
Delicious, right?
 
 




Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Another Outdoor Adventure

On Saturday, my boyfriend and I went to the Stumphouse Tunnel and Issaqueena Falls. Legend has it that an Indian maiden, Issaqueena, was being chased by some bad guys.  She tricked her pursuers into thinking she jumped off of the falls, but actually hid and survived. You can read more of the story, and more about the Stumphouse Tunnel here.

The hike to the falls wasn't actually a hike at all. It was like, 300 feet from the parking lot. But hey, I didn't mind! There was an awesome over look that gave us a good view of the falls.



We even met the sweetest old couple with their granddaughter. We got the man to take our picture while the woman rambled on about the good ol' days. I love old people. So cute!


Because the 30 second walk to the waterfall wasn't enough for us, we decided to hike the B.R.R.R. Trail (Blue Ridge Railroad). It actually wasn't that strenuous, but was a little muddy in places from the massive storm the night before. That made it all the more interesting though!


 On the trail, we came across another tunnel, the "Middle Tunnel".  It took us a while to actually find it, but check that bad boy out! We actually crawled down in there, and yeah, it's as scary as it looks.  Inside there was enough room for me to stand and for Brenden to crouch.  We only saw one bat, thank goodness, and it was sleeping.


The Middle Tunnel from the inside out. 


After that, we headed back and went to see the Stumphouse Tunnel.  Apparently it's an old Civil War Railroad tunnel, but it never got finished so it just stops.  It's also where Clemson first started making their famous Blue Cheese because the tunnel is a constant 56 degrees and damp, perfect cheese conditions. Who knew!















Call me a nerd, but I thought the whole place was great! I love learning all sorts of weird history type things like this. It definitely beats hanging around Clemson or bumming it on the couch.  I'll have to keep my eye open for more day trip possibilities. Anybody have any ideas?



Friday, March 2, 2012

Things I Missed While Hiding Under A Rock

That rock I was hiding under? That's called school. I feel like I've been buried by homework for the past few weeks, and I'm finally emerging. I started by going to the last home basketball game of the season against Virginia Tech, and WE WON! We were down by ...a lot at first, but it was a great game! So intense. Go Tigers! 

Anyway, there seem to be quite a few things I've missed while I've been hiding away studying.  

1. A ninth grader had to tell me what Y.O.L.O meant. I am officially uncool. I guess I just really don't pay enough attention to Drake songs. (It means "You only live once", by the way).

2. Clemson student elections happened, and from what I hear, the people I voted for won.  The Vice President who was running came to talk to my sorority's chapter one night, to beg for our vote. One of his main selling points was that if elected, he and el Presidente would try to get tiny men on scooters- no wait, men on tiny scooters- to come pick you up if you're drunk, put their scooter in your car, and drive your car home so you'd have it in the morning. If it'll help keep some of these crazies off the roads, I'm sold! 

3. The Oscars. Need I say more? I don't actually watch award shows. They're pretty boring. But I love looking at all the dress pictures the next day! Like this: 

Jessica Chastain
But seriously, can I have this dress? And the $2 mil of jewels on it?
I also heard that Octavia Spencer (Minnie in The Help) is celebrating her win with a breast lift!  I guess if you're an Oscar winner you can do whatever the heck you want. Good for her! 


4. Chuck Testa. Like, really. Who is this guy and where did he come from? This is pure genius. I'm so glad it went viral because everyone deserves to see this. Watch: 






Also, Justin Bieber turned 18. That's right, ladies. He's legal. Watch out, Selena. And that's all I have to say about that.