As it was, as it will be...

So, last week went as follows:

Monday - went to work despite being flu-ey. Got worse during long and annoying day.

Tuesday - Wednesday - home sick

Thursday - back to work, spent day slogging through the backlog of the previous two days.

Friday - came in early to attempt to photocopy and scan [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s homework to her in Winnipeg. Was successful. Had a happy face all day as self remembered why self likes to do things for others sometimes. ;) Also managed to shake off residual flatness of mood and got a vertible crap-load of work done, including various outstanding things. Came home, did the dance of victory and then went out to the Firkin for dinner due to a temporary rejection of the Griffin due to Maria crazies.

Saturday - Hamilton for the roomie's father's birthday dinner. Fooooood gooooood.

Sunday - Omelette for brunch made by roomie, then set about the Cleaning. Couch vacuumed (finally!) and bulk of cat hair removed, revealing couch is in fact dark green. Dishes done. Laundry partially done, as roomie was doing his and let me toss in my underwear. ;) Called parents and established that they and I are all alive. ;) Then took tea and leftover coffee cake upstairs to provide the hardworking [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] with a break and background noise. More dishes. Borrowed computer to do Zooworld updates, as lappie just isn't liking it lately. :P Came back downstairs, watched [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s Twitter feed of the Oscars.

To do, this week:

Tax return
Cancel gym membership and sign up with YMCA
New contact lenses
French homework (also tonight!!!)
Catch up short stories for 52 Pick Up (x4)
Apply for Canadian credit card again, this time in person with a copy of loan statement.
Logs (x4)
Log list for Revenant
Make doctor's appointment for prescription refill



And finally, shopping/expenses list, over the next month or so...

( To Buy )

Getting my feminist ire on.

This would be bad enough any day. For it to be the cover advertisement of the Metro, one of the biggest free newspapers, on International Women's Day is bordering on tragic irony. This is the content of the full cover advertisement for Dockers khakis today, printed as the shape of a man's torso 'wearing' the aforementioned khakis. Bolded parts are my emphasis:

WEAR THE PANTS. DOCKERS.

Once upon a time, men wore the pants, and wore them well. Women rarely had to open doors and little old ladies never crossed the street alone. Men took charge because that's what they did. But somewhere along the way, the world decided it no longer needed men. Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khakis and left stranded on the road btween boyhood and androgyny. But today, there are questions our genderless society has no answers for. The world sits idly by as cities crumble, children misbehave and those little old ladies remain on one side of the street. For the first time since bad guys, we need heroes. We need grown-ups. We need men to put down the plastic fork, step away from the salad bar and untie the world from the tracks of complacency. It's time to get your hands dirty. It's time to answer the call of manhood. It's time to WEAR THE PANTS.

There is just so much wrong with this, I can't even begin to express it. Needless to say, once again the media is blaming feminism for the emasculation of men and has decided the world is a worse-off place for it. So great to know that today's world, because women no longer wait for men to rescue them, can be considered weak, childish and going to hell in a handbasket, our civilisation crumbling because men are no longer "able to take charge".

Whoever came up with this particular advertising campaign is a git. Whoever thought International Women's Day was a great day to run the campaign was an even bigger git.

And yes, I'll be emailing them I have emailed them.

And for comparison, try this.