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dude. i did not kill anyone in my psych of gender and race class tonight, even if they deserved it. on the other hand, we were running behind, so there was only a half hour of the supposed topic. i don't know what the official name of the topic is, but given that the assigned reading is Real Boys and Guyland, it's basically the psych version of BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MENZ? my copies of the readings are full of angry margin notes, and I was lucky the professor didn't randomly call on me to get my opinion, because the only answer I have to "what did you think about the reading?" is pretty much "i wanted to throw it against the wall." pray for me, flist - next week we're going to spend all class on this, and I think I might have a rage blackout if I have to talk about why making sure teachers don't ignore girls in the classroom prevents boys from taking on their god-given position at the top of the pyramid. (plus, so much of the data is bad: all those studies that fearmonger to the white UMC parents about how girls go to college at higher rates than boys fail to mention that in that demographic, it's the same, and it's only once you break down the stats by race and class that you can see where the disparity really lies.)

( so then i came home and watched grey's anatomy, which, for all its melodrama, does not suffer from the 'what about the menz' problem )

and now I am going to go to bed and sleep for like 10 hours. i was going to get up early and go sort of crash a linguistics conference, but the paper I really want to hear presented (as opposed to just 'ooh, syntax') isn't until saturday morning and I need the sleep more than I need to hear about obscure details of wh-movement. the conference is here on campus, which is nice because it's a five minute walk to get there, but on the other hand, it's sort of being run by our grad students, a lot of whom know me, which makes the crashing the conference plan a little more fraught.