#enough men

[heavenisycurself]

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[krajtaz]

life is so stupid i hate pretty men!!!!!!

[thoughtsarestupid]

“Not all men are like that”

“Enough men are like that”

Both of you calm down, and let me explain. I know you’re both teeth grindingly infuriated by one another so here’s what you need to know about what the other is feeling, thinking or saying.

To those who say NAMALT: listen here. I know it may be hard, but usually the people who cause you to say this are either trying to get this response or going through something horrible, or have gone through something horrible. Saying this is either not worth your time, or a devaluation of their experiences. If you’re going to say “not all men are like that”, then do so with an explanation. Because although you are right, it’s very much not what the other side wants to hear.

To those who say EMALT: okay, we get it. Calm down. NAMALT isn’t meant to devalue your opinion, your problems or your experiences. Someone who says NAMALT probably said it because, well, you were saying something that assumed all men are the same. NAMALT is a way of telling you that not all men are the same. There are good men out there. And yes, that doesn’t get rid of the bad men. But we can’t be held accountable for the actions of others. Just as you can’t be held accountable for being a victim, we can’t be held accountable for not being a perpetrator. That’s what Not All Men Are Like That means, and not “hello madam yes I know you’ve been through something but NoT aLL mEn aRe LikE tHaT, I’m oNe oF thE GoOd oNeS”

[nyxatnight]

we need!!! more goddesses!!!! please!!!

make 2020 a goddess only year

[foul-mouth-bitch]

"Not all men. But enough men."

WRONG!

Men are not in the wrong for defending their gender from sexism, generalizations and demonization- regardless of what the post being refuted says.

"Enough" women judge men based on their haie, attractiveness or muscle mass. That doesn't give me the right to say women are picky about men. Why? Because it's sexist. It would still be sexist if I listed every woman who has existed & ever judged men on these traits.

Women have no right demonizing and generalizing the entire male gender because of the actions of toxic men.

#NotAllMen #EnoughMen

#EnoughIsNeverEnough

#SexismIsSexism

[haylanmakesstuff]

Day 37-39

Today is Husbands last full day on vacation before he flies back to the furnace of home. We tried to make the most of it and finally get some paddling in, something we planned to do a few times but haven’t done at all yet! Luckily our campground wasn’t far from a quaint resort on Lake Crescent that rents canoes. We got there early and beat the hordes left disappointed on the shore as we paddled out into one of the clearest, deepest lakes in the country. Since I had worked at Crater Lake and for conservation and logical reasons it can’t be paddled, this was probably as close as I’ll ever get to the experience. How magical!

Crystal clear and cerulean blues on this sunny day. The lake drops to about 640 feet very quickly, and the few tree stumps and native plant life disappear quickly into a blue so deep, so striking, it seems out of place in nature. I had looked forward to paddling because trips are often hard on my lower back, legs, and feet from all the walking and hiking, and paddling is the only other way, next to physical therapy, that I get to use my upper back and arms. They did great!

After we were done, Husband finally got to swim somewhere, although it was a jump from the dock and a few little circles, and a swim to shore, I get to live vicariously and see the joy of jumping in (I hate it personally) and swimming in cold water (not only hate it but can’t do it). Go Husband! I’m always encouraging him to jump off of high things into water or swim in places I can’t for this reason. I also don’t want him to miss out because they are things that I am physically unable to do.

We headed back to the mainland, stopping in Port Gamble for some surprisingly amazing and creative sandwiches at the general store. We spend the rest of his last day at a friend’s house, talking story, doing laundry, changing the oil, having a tea party ala Beauty and the Beast, eating pizza, and our Calico Critter, Luke, finally made a friend his own age.

Husband left the next morning, almost late like he always is, almost taking the car keys with him across the country. Crisis averted when my weasel like abilities emerged from their slumber, and I ran down a few stories of stairs and into the lobby like it was some romance movie. He saw me rush around the corner and thought, “oh, she really loves me!” but alas, although I love you, I really wanted those car keys.

I did the boring duties of groceries for the week and gas and headed south. Day 38 dragged on. The fun part of being alone on a trip hadn’t kicked in yet and I was tired. I arrived at my camp at Nehalem Beach State Park and were greeted by a herd of elk crossing the road, into the forested dunes. I walked to the beach and enjoyed the misty, loquacious waves and shore birds.

Day 39 I started to get back into the groove of traveling alone, and I had planned this day as a relatively short drive, guessing I’d be tired. This way I could easily explore the upper Oregon Coast I didn’t get to see when I lived here. My first and longest stop was the Tillamook Creamery.

I hope that many of you know, as I guess most of my readers are fellow Texans, that when I saw Tillamook ice cream is good, it is a serious statement. Texas has some of the best ice cream in the entire world. Blue Bell and HEB’s Swoon (and their Creamy Creations as an honorable mention) are hard to compete with. No one but those from the South really understood what Britney Spears meant when she was on David Letterman in the late 1990’s. He asked her what her favorite flavor of ice cream was (the really hard-hitting questions!) and she responded, “Homemade Vanilla”. Most of the country must of thought that answer was quite boring, but those of us that have the knowledge were nodding our heads.

Although I already liked Tillamook for their flavors, quality, and commitment to being green, I learned a lot that impressed me. The company runs from small, locally owned farmers all working in conjunction. Their care and production standards are high for their cows and their facilities, and in 2013, they got three methane digesters up and running, where their dairies could start bringing manure and turning it into renewable energy. This methane is used to generate power for about 1,000 homes a year.

They also found some revolutionary uses for whey, as it used to be tossed out as waste. Now they have a whey processing plant that turns it into sweet powder that’s an important and high-nutrition ingredient in baby formula, nutrition drinks, protein bars, and more. They turn about 1,350,000 pounds of liquid into 82,000 pounds of sweet whey powder every DAY. This post was not sponsored by Tillamook, I just was excited to see a company that is successful still care about limiting waste, emissions, are trying to do good in the world. Although a creamery will always by hated by some, we have to do our best to be the best stewards we can while they exist. Just like gas operated cars, we need to continually be making them more efficient and greener until we have better options that are affordable to the masses. I wrapped it up with a Crater Lake Root beer from the gift shop, because they had me at Crater Lake.

I got my free samples to eat later, ordered some food, and ended up with free fries and a giant order of cheese curds since they messed my order up. Callooh, Callay! I wish I had my hollow leg I had back in the day. I had to leave room for fresh ice cream. Bask in the glory of this beauty, will you:

With The Muppets song stuck in my head, Movin’ Right Along, I moved right along down the coastline, hoping to stop at Kiwanda to see the haystack rock and enjoy the beach. I thought this was a conservation area, but it was a full-blown tourist town and they have huge signs that make sure I know they don’t allow trailers or RVs in their parking. Like Kermit and Fozzy Bear, I moved right along down the coast to a spot called Otter Rock; Yes, solely based on the name alone. I had no other point of reference, but otter is in the name. It was a great choice, because when I arrived, I was at the overlook all by my lonesome and saw 3 huge grey whales below. My first grey whale spotting! I had seen many humpbacks living in Hawaii, but never grey. Soon, others showed up and I was able to help them see the whales, as more moved through, probably 8 or so altogether, including one baby and one subadult. And in true Haylan fashion of being a terribly undevoted photographer, I have no pictures because I left the camera in the car because my hands were cold. Sorry everyone!

My stop for the night was South Beach State Park. I was grateful it’s just an overnight since it was crowded. 

I’ll end on a preachy note; There was a family camped in an RV and 2 tents about 15 feet from the restroom. When walking the trail there, the patriarchal figure was just taking a bold piss right behind the tent, just about 2 yards from me as I walked by. In the morning, there was such a wet spot, and the back of the tent was splattered, that you know he’s been doing this the entire time he’s been there. Since they are next to the restrooms, there is also a big sign in their site facing out that starts with the big words, “How to be considerate in a campground.”

Men. What’s the deal? Can you just stop pissing everywhere? Both in my private and professional life this is a real issue. I’m not sure what entitlement or ease makes you think it’s not only ok to whip your yuck-noodle out in public, but to also leave your stinky gross urine all over the place. Although men do it everywhere (parking lots, city streets, you name it) there’s definitely something about nature that makes them think they can just piss anywhere. The fire ring of a campsite, any tree or water source nearby. I have seen countless men leave their RVs just to piss on a tree a few feet away, or literally pee on the wall of the restroom building. Let me put it bluntly: STOP. Use the darn-tootin’ restrooms! You are not special. Your pee is gross, and no one wants to see your ding dong! How many hundreds of others have peed in your campsite this month because they are just like you? How many kids play in the trees you marked? How many people cook their hot dogs in the fire ring you soiled? How many deer and other critters are drawn in to lick the salt you left behind? Just cut it out.

Also, to be fair, women do it too, but are such a small part of the problem they are barely worth mentioning. I have only had two instances in my career or personal life where a woman peeing somewhere she shouldn’t was an issue, compared the insurmountable, uncountable times it’s been men. Perhaps women are taught through society to be less entitled and less likely to claim territory. I think women also know that if they pull their trousers down in front of others, they will be met with harassment, not that she’s peeing, but because some man can see her *butt*. I think women are generally more aware of the world around them; women know someone is looking at their butt even when it’s in pants, even more so when it’s out full moon – plenty of men peeing right in front of children are surprised when someone says they can see them – the awareness is simply not there. I definitely think it’s because it is so much harder for women to do in general, too.

“But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.”

Haylan

[lipstickandbarbedwxre]

Facebook sent me to the shadow realm for saying that men are garbage in a comment thread about the man who asked me for nudes. They’ve banned me from posting for 24 hours because this is my second strike according to them. The first being when I watched Porco Rosso in November and used the quote “all men are pigs” and this went against their community guidelines as well.

So in response to that have a rant from my notes

[nobleelfwarrior]

When I tried to explain women’s problems and the way Trump and his followers have made the problems larger, my friends said they felt like I was “judging them” and “grouping them with other people”, even though I went out of my way to be calm and impartial and not blame them. One even said “not all men” when I had gone out of my way to emphasize it wasn’t about all men, but “enough men”. They deleted the offending discord channel.

They then had the guts to tell me later that they had read it a twice when I expressed concern that they hadn’t understood me, as if that had eliminated any possibility for misunderstanding.