Showing posts with label high sticking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high sticking. Show all posts

Monday, May 5, 2008

Bite Me

I feel like such a tool when I follow Zoe's meaningful posts with my silly rants, but here I go AGAIN.

So, I went to business school, apparently the most woman hating anti-progressive MBA program ever, i.e. The University of Washington MBA program, which happens to be an excellent, usually liberal school so I don' know what's up with the MBA program. I recently went to an alumni function and asked the Dean what they were doing to boost female enrollment, and he almost choked on the olive in his drink. You see, the percentage of MBA's who are women are usually around 25-30%, and guess what, our status as a minority in this context seems to embolden the champions of the patriarchy, who positively relish the chance to reinforce their belief in the inferiority of the weaker sex. Case in point-

While in grad school, I was a member of Women in Business (WiB), a national organization with chapters in practically every MBA program in the country. The activities of this club are devoted to supporting the success of women in the business world, where, as previously mentioned, women are in the minority and otherwise disadvantaged. (If there is any doubt about this fact, quick, name 5 female CEOs!) WiB is open to, encourages, and is practically falling all over itself for men to join. Like, duh, of course we would want men to support the goal of equality in the workplace. The events that WiB put on were things like talks by, you guessed it, women in business, symposiums on work-life balance, weekend retreats, which were, again, open to men and men did attend them.

To this day, I still cannot believe how many times a guy from my class would ask me if, on our retreats, we danced around in our nighties and had pillow fights. Seriously, do you not understand how that is demeaning, or do you just not care?

So a group of guys decided it would be hilarious to start Men in Business (MiB, ha ha, funny), a club devoted to mocking WiB and getting together in secret locations and, this is the most important rule, NO GIRLS ALLOWED. At the time, it was suggested that this might be a tat bit sexist, backwards, and completely childish, not to mention a total insult to the women in the program who faced challenges in their careers that these guys were apparently completely unsympathetic to, and to an organization (WiB) that is actually trying to fight prejudice and make the world a better place for everyone. The women who dared to take this position were vilified as ball-busting feminists, and the men who objected to this embarrassing spectacle were ignored and socially isolated. Did I mention that the majority of MBA programs across the country are trying to increase their female enrollment by making their programs more supportive of women? Gee, I wonder why my MBA program isn't interested in this goal?

Here it is four years after graduation, and on a list serve that is for our whole class, these MiB guys are still sending out invitations, "gentlemen" only, for get-togethers, most recently taking a stab at Hillary Clinton in the process of encouraging the men in our class to join them for camping and air-guitar. (I'm not kidding.) Some of us actually protested this invitation, and oh boy, how dare we! The most common response we got was just to dismiss the idea that the message was even sexist, i.e., "What gives you the right to hurl charges of sexism where none exists?" "Agreed. The charges of sexism are baseless."

Well, thank you for clarifying. I, mistakenly, apparently, thought that an event in which everyone from my graduating class was invited EXCEPT the women was excluding people based on gender, which in my mind, is sexist. In fact, isn't that the definition of sexism? But apparently I was totally wrong to think that I could form an intelligent opinion on my own. Thank god the men are there to define my experience for me and tell me how to think! I am so grateful. Having to figure out this man stuff on my own is so hard with my pea-sized woman brain. I am going to go get in my nightie and think about how much I admire these manly business men who hate women, which is totally justified because we are so uppity. Thank god they are there to put us in our place!

In other news of interest (to me), the Pittsburgh Penguins have made it to the Eastern Conference final for the Stanley Cup thanks to my goalie (and some other players, I suppose). Good luck Pens!


Love,
Tegan Jovanka

P.S. Ace!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Freaky Stalker / Sharkies!

You know those car rental commercials where the person's regular car is all jealous of the rental car, and is saying things like, "Oh, so she just goes to Miami and leaves me here for two days, and I'm supposed to pretend like she doesn't smell like new car? Oh, she was with a Prius. So suddenly she's an environmentalist," dripping with sarcasm? (They are showing the commercials non-stop during hockey games, so I've seen it, like, a million times.) That voice makes me cringe EVERY time I hear it. Waaaayyy too realistic. I've heard that voice before, and it's not a good sign. I don't know who that commercial is targeting- psycho ex-boyfriends? Disturbed individuals who relate to cars? Stone Temple Pilot fans? I'm not going to say which rental car company the commercials are for, but I'm never renting from there again. Seriously. Who is their ad agency, Stalker, Domestic Violence, and Murdered My Ex-Wife And Her New Boyfriend? Simpson, Dangond, and Peterson?

At least they are more tolerable than the eHarmony and Girls Gone Wild commercials.

Go Sharks!

Love, Tegan Jovanka

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

An exception

I'm on record with my lack of romantic / sexual interest in hockey players (despite my deep and enduring love of hockey). The official haircut of the NHL is the mullet, for crying out loud. Missing teeth, broken noses = not attractive. However, there are always exceptions.

As much as I love a guy with glasses (and I do), this picture of Pittsburgh Penguins goalie Marc-Andre Fleury doesn't do him justice. You have to hear him talk. He has the heaviest French-Canadian accent ever, and it’s unbelievably hot. I'm not usually a sucker for accents, but I guess the warm fuzzies I feel for Canadians cancels out the inherent sleaziness of the French, which confuses my brain when I hear the two accents combined, thus leaving me defenseless against the raw sexual power of the French accent and my repressed desire for Canadians. Yes, I admit it. Canadians turn me on. They are the perfect combination of niceness, intellect, tolerance, unpretentiousness, and beer-swilling passion for hockey fights.

Furthermore, goalies have been toying with me for years. In-between plays, they are constantly doing the splits and these stretches that make it impossible for me not to stare, entranced, at their ass. They may be covered with pads, but it’s still sexy. I am not ashamed, damn it. I am hot for Canadian goalies.

Love, Tegan Jovanka

P.S. Zoe, you’ll have to forgive me for following your touching and heartfelt post with my fantasies of touching our neighbors north of the border. I feel so dirty.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Best Hockey Names

10. Jonathan Cheechoo
San Jose Sharks

9. Adam Foote
Colorado Avalanche

8. Chris Pronger
Anaheim Ducks (His name creeps me out. Shudder.)

7. Jari Kurri
Retired (I just love that name.)

6. Keith Primeau
Retired (His brother Wayne Primeau plays for the Calgary Flames. With a name like that, they have to be good!)

5. Donald Brashear
Washington Capitals (Perhaps best known for his run-in with #3 and for calling the game "gay". Totally fitting name, kind of like his friend #3.)

4. Miroslav Satan
New York Islanders (It's pronounced "shuh-TAN" but it's still funny.)

3. Marty McSorley
Retired (His name sounds like surly, and he certainly is.)

2. Theoren Fleury
Retired (I thought his name was especially perfect when he was playing with the Calgary Flames.)

1. Martin Lapointe
Ottawa Senators

Love, Tegan Jovanka

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Why are people so weird?

DO NOT accidentally leave the blogspot out when typing the address of this blog in your browser. Why is everything on the internet porn? How could there be so much demand for fake boobs? Who are these people who cannot get enough of it? I think there needs to be more anti-porn propaganda on the internet to balance it out. (Ha, it would take A LOT of anti-activity to get even a modicum of balance.) Well, I know it’s not much, but here's my 2 cents-

I hate porn. I think it's degrading. I am an anti-porn feminist. I'm not even a sex positive feminist. HA! Take that, perverts and sexy feminists! That’s right; I think people who spend hours trolling for naughtiness on the internet are pathetic losers. I’m not hip to the apologists. I refuse to toe the line and say, "I'm a feminist but I loooove sex and dressing up in slutty outfits and talking in a baby voice so I don't threaten the masculinity of all those manly sensitive men out there. Oh, do me with your enlightened johnson! Please don't call me an angry lesbian because rape fantasy doesn't turn me on. Don’t think I’m humorless because sexualizing young girls disturbs me. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable by mentioning how easy it is to use the internet for child exploitation. Oh, oh!!"

Love ya, big boy,
~Tegan Jovanka

P.S. This is not an April Fools joke :)

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

These are a few of my favorite things...

Hmm, what is my favorite thing?
Hockey fights?


No, hockey stick.


Well, I do love having a yellow hockey stick in the corner of my apartment (and the ability to use it), but I think my favorite thing is Doctor Who.


Of course, I do adore Sawyer...


but he's not really a "thing". Oh, of course! The thing I love most of all is...


lima beans!

Love, Tegan Jovanka