Call Me Cait

Today, I came across a post shared by an acquaintance on facebook. This post was written and published publicly by someone else, a stranger whom I have never met, it was then shared by the person who I know. I wont name names, this isn’t an all out war. This particular post was in regards to Caitlin Jenner. You can read for yourself below, but the post was rude, biased and in short, completely absurd. Needless to say I was angry. So on my lunch I wrote a pretty well worded response (if I do say so myself), and had every intention of posting it on the acquaintances wall. However, after maliciously typing I thought better of myself and decided to post it on this public forum instead. First you will find the original post by the stanger. Followed by my response.

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Original Post

I’ve heard you say you “identify as a woman”. But I find that highly unlikely and insulting. You see, Mr. Jenner, there is more to being a woman than beautiful gowns and fake boobs. There is more to being a woman than makeup and pretty hair. This is something we mothers begin teaching our young daughters at an early age.

As a woman of nearly 50 years, I can tell you what it is truly like to be a woman. You may be able to understand or even empathize, but you are definitely NOT able to “identify”. For instance, you will never know what it is like to wake up every 28 days with searing stomach pain so bad it doubles you over, yet still trot off to work or school as though everything is fine. You will never know what it is like to have your car break down on the side of the road and when a couple men stop to help your prayer is that their intentions are good because there is no way on earth you have the ability to physically hang let alone overpower them. You have no idea what it is like to long to have a child only to have your third miscarriage, yet still manage to be able to share in the joy of all the other young mothers in your life. You will never know what it’s like to get pregnant, gain 40 lbs (1/3 your total body weight), hurl all morning long for 4 months straight, yet still care for your other two toddlers, and not drive your husband to the brink. You will never know what it is like to give birth to a 10 lb. baby boy with absolutely no medication!!! You will never know what it is like at the age of 50 to be walking down the streets of Phoenix and popping in the Dairy Queen for a cool refreshing treat only to be gripped at that moment with your fourth hot flash of the day.

I have, in my life, met many women who have been widowed. For me to walk up to them and say I identify with them would be ludicrous. Like I said earlier, I can empathize with them, but I cannot identify myself as one of them because I don’t know what that is like – I can only imagine. And let’s not even talk about women who have worked through their double mastectomy.

No, Mr. Jenner there is more to being a woman than you could ever experience or even imagine. And lesson #1 for all true women is this – botox injections, plastic surgeries, designer clothing, and public approval is NOT what makes a woman. A real woman is one who in spite of the stretch marks, age spots, dirt under her nails and tired eyes, and even with 1/2 plastic photoshopped supermodels as her competition, she has carried herself in such a way that her family, husband, and children, see her real beauty and find her far more valuable than rubies or diamonds and they rise up and call her blessed.

Mr. Jenner you are a privileged white male living in the U.S.A. In fact, you are so free and so privileged, you can even spend your massive amounts of money to change your outward appearance to whatever you wish. That is NOT something most woman around the globe are free to do even if they wanted. MOST women in our world don’t even have access to a high school education. So, Mr. Jenner, I find your claim to identify as “a woman” disingenuous, uneducated, and honestly – quite offensive.

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My Response
I have to start by saying that I do not normally do this. And by this I mean leave preachy comment on people’s posts. One because nothing realistically nothing I type is going to change the way you feel and two, because I hate dramatic feuds. But this
post, this bothered me, it irked me and it frustrated me. So much so that I have spent all morning thinking about it, instead of focusing on my job. This then frusterated me even more because I have got shit to do. So here I am commenting on someones post, doing something I do not do simply because this portrayal of what it means to be a woman is so severely closed minded and narrow that I can’t just ignore it.

The first paragraph of this post is not incorrect. There is more to being a woman than beauty. However, this is the first and last thing written in this post that I can agree with. Let’s make a list shall we:

– Not all women get periods. Many do. But many do not, be it because of health and fertility issues or birth control, or because they are trans-gendered. At the end of the day not all women get periods.
– Not all women assume that any man who approaches her to offer help is actually intending to attack them. This is incredibly sexist and misguided.
– And even if a man had bad intentions, some women could totally overpower these men because some women are super strong, some women are super smart, some women are super precautions and rely on more than just a prayer to keep themselves safe.
– Not all women have miscarriages
– Better yet, not all women have children, not all women try to have children, not all women want children
– Not all women have nausea while pregnant, not all women get super duper hormonal while pregnant, some do, but not everyone.
– Not all women get married, and those who do don’t necessarily get married to men.

Each and every one of these claims is just ridiculous. Most of these claims are stating popular biological facts about the female sex. And Caitlin Jenner is a women who will never have the experience of being female. Because she doesn’t have female sex organs such as a uterus, ect. But womanhood, and the woman gender is not biological. It is a social construction. Therefore Caitlin Jenner can most definitely identify as woman. If she, or any trans-gendered person for that matter, feels that they connect with and relate to and identify with the social construction of what it means to be a woman more than a man, then who are you to disagree with them.

Some trans-gendered women will change their names, some will take estrogen pills to prevent things like facial hair and body hair (things that are more inherent to someone of the male sex but don’t necessarily appear and all people who identify as men) , some will have plastic surgery to greatly alter their appearances. And some will not. But that does not mean that either person is more of less of a women.

I guess, at the end of the day, what I am trying to say is that all people experience life, gender and sexuality differently. What I experience as a female who identifies as a women is going to be different from what my sister experiences as a female who also identifies as a women. And our experiences will be different from a male who identifies as a women and from a female who identifies as a man. Yes, it is a difficult concept to grasp, gender fluidity, but no persons experience should ever be discounted and discredited just because it is different from your own.

DIY (DIL) Headboard – Guest Post

10325566_10152251867498558_7461660517919616239_nToday’s guest post is brought to you by the infamous Lucas. My boyfriend, if you read regularly you will know that I talk about him a lot because I love him and we do lots of fun things together. He recently built me the most wonderful headboard for my new grown up apartment. More on that in another post (I am so behind on the life updates). Anyway, we thought it would be fun if he shared a guest post about how he created this DIY or rather DIL (Do It Lucas) headboard. Take it away darling!


So Alex likes to come up with projects that she wants to work on together but the majority of the time I end up doing the whole thing.  Now this isn’t because she can’t, it’s because I am extremely particular in the way things are done and a complete perfectionist when it comes to, well, everything. There are few people who I allow in my kitchen or workshop.

So this project started out with us working together, and it finished with my good friend Taylor and I putting the finishing touches on the revitalization.

Alex had first envisioned an old wooden door repainted, partially stained to age it and rigged up to attach to her bed frame…. I was not a fan. But I sucked it up and went searching for this mystical door on my lunch hour only to find nothing that would work. However while searching for a door I happened to stumble upon this ratty headboard for $30.  Alex liked the bones and I knew that we (I) could make it in to something she would love.

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We (Alex) started out by sanding off the nicotine and smell of smoke, roughing up the paint so we could get the process underway.  I proceeded to remove the mirror from the Masonite backing.  I ended up shattering the mirror so off to home depot we went for supplies.

  • 1 4’x8’ piece of Masonite (Hardboard)
  • 2 receptacles
  • 2 receptacle boxes
  • 1 roll of romex wire
  • 1 male plug end
  • 1 can of teal paint

And of course a narrow crown stapler, 5/8” staples, assorted screws, Killz primer, paint brush, rollers etc. all of which we had on hand. Next stop was Ikea for the reading lights that would be mounted to the headboard.

Once we had all of our supplied I was able to cut the holes for the new receptacles using an oscillating tool and a plunge cut blade.

We (actually both of us this time) primed the entire headboard to mask the remaining smell of smoke and so the paint would stick.

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Once that dried it was time to enter paintland (paintland is this horrible place filled with paint rollers, brushes, tape, impossible corners that need to be cut in and of course, PAINT.  I actually despise painting anything and everything).  This is where the project turned in to a Do It Lucas activity, again, not because Alex can’t paint but because I don’t like the way that she does it (I’m a little bit crazy if you haven’t already figured that out yet).

I meticulously applied 2 coats of the tealest, teal paint you will ever see.  Then cut the trim and shelves in white.

[Alex input: This is the part where it gets complicated. Everything up to this part could totally be done by anyone. While the rest is one of those things that you probably shouldn’t attempt unless you have the know-how, which lucky for me Lucas does!]

Next was the electrical.  This is against code and should be done by a professional but it really is simple to safely wire up 2 receptacles and a plug.

This part is boring so I’m going to move quickly…

  1. Install receptacle boxes
  2. Feed and strip wire between the 2 receptacles
  3. Attach the wires to the receptacles (Ground to the box, hot to the gold screw, neutral to the silver)
  4. Same thing on the other side but connect a plug to the tail end.  This will feed both receptacles
  5. Finish with faceplates

Safe to say Alex was not involved in this process, safety first!

Next we screwed the lovely Ikea reading lamps to the headboard, stapled the power cord to keep it clean and plugged in to the receptacles.

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Voila!  It was done, only took 3 evenings after work, intertwined with another very large art installation that Taylor and I have been working on. And if I’m being honest, most of that time was spent waiting for paint to dry and drinking beer.

End result, Alex has a beautiful one of a kind headboard that you will never see in anyone else’s bedroom. She’s happy and therefore I am happy.

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– Lucas

Tourists Guide to the World: Punta Cana, Dominican Republic Edition

Punta Cana BeachI’ve decided that if utopia exists, it is definitely on a beach. The more beach vacations I have the more sure of this I become. Seriously, no body can be unhappy at the beach. Warm sand, sun, cool blue waves, palm trees, hammocks, rum, so much rum. If that doesn’t sound like perfection… let me tell you more! Our beach had these big beds lined with cotton curtains and at lunch time they cooked sea food paella. I brought a book with me and relaxed, slept, tanned, and when I needed some action we played soccer, Frisbee and snorkeled. Pure perfection.

Most of our days looked something like this. Wake up, eat breakfast. Go to the beach. Swim. Tan. Swim. Read. Swim. Tan. Lunch on the beach. Swim. Drink. Tan. Swim. Drink. Read. Tan. Around 3:30-4ish we went to the spa. At the spa we used the sauna, the steam room, the cold immersion pool and the regular pool. Afterwards we would rest, shower and get ready for the evening.

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However, not all of our days were quite so calm. On our 4th day myself, Lucas, his sister Alysha and her husband Ruban went on a dune boogie adventure! This was an off resort excursion and it was such a blast. A bus took us to the dune boogie base camp where we were given protective face gear.

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Then we were let loose on the roads! Well, not exactly, but we did drive on the open roads. We drove as a very large group to a beach that (I kid you not) was even more perfect than the beach at the resort. Utopia, I’m telling you. Anyway, while at the beach we got some leeche nuts and coconut water. Then out of nowhere this guy put an iguana on Lucas’ head! Naturally I had to get a picture. But when I started snapping pictures the iguana man insisted that I also get in the pictures… Here is the thing. I do not like reptiles. The whole situation was a little dramatic. But the photos are hilarious and I will never forget the feeling of his scaly little legs on my arm.

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Next we drove to a local coffee farm. This place was unreal. They had coffee, chocolate tea, vanilla infused cigars and so much more. I’ve never had coffee that was so delicious. If I was carrying cash I would have purchased a bag to take home with me. Lesson learned. Also on the coffee farm was a fresh water cave to swim in. Fun fact: In Spanish the term for fresh water translates to sweet water. They call it this because sweet is the opposite of salty and fresh water, unlike sea water, contains no salt. Who knew?!

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After that we journeyed back to base camp and headed back to the resort, just in time for a late lunch. Our second adventure took place at night on our 6th night. We went to this fantastical, amazing, unreal club called COCO Bongo! Also off resort, so we paid for a package that included a bus to and from the club, the entry fee and bottle service. It is kind of hard to describe COCO Bongo, but let’s just say it is unlike any clubbing experience you’ve ever had before.

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Basically it is half club, half show. And when I say show I mean singing, dancing, impersonations, sketches, aerialists, acrobatics, and more. It has everything! The format was 10 minutes of show and then 15 minutes of music and dancing. So you were kept entertained but you also got to dance and party.

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Seriously, if clubbing was like this at home I would go clubbing all the time.

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I even managed to get in some exercise while I was on vacation. I had to wake up super early if I wanted to get some fitness in because it became hot and humid very early in the day. Still I managed to get in two short early morning runs. Just around the resort. And twice Alysha and I did some beach yoga. Yoga on the beach is one of the most peaceful activities. The sound of the waves rolling in, the sun coming up on the horizon and the whole beach to yourself. It was perfect. Practicing on sand also challenged and improved my balancing skills.

I loved being able to relax and enjoy a week of paradise with Lucas and his family. I would say I am much closer with his sisters now, which is great. And I got some great colour. All my coworkers commented on how tanned I looked when I came home. As a perpetual pale person this was a huge accomplishment. I guess I just have to go on a tropical vacation to the Caribbean every summer! Canadian sunshine just isn’t cutting it. 😉

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Clouds

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You’re welcome for the free advertising Westjet
I got really lucky on our flight to the Dominican. I got the window seat. Generally when it comes to planes, trains, buses and cars, I don’t care where I sit but if I had a choice I’d always pick the window.
See I like a window view because when you travel there is always something to see. I hate it when people take window seats and then keep the shade shut the entire time. Where is the fun in that?!  I like to see how all the roads snake around each other looking like tangled spider webs from up high. I like to see all the little cars looking like they are hardly moving at all. I like to see how short a skyscraper can look. But most of all I like to look at the clouds. There is something about cloud watching that is so much more fascinating from above.
There are small little tuffets of clouds all lined up in rows. I see fields of strawberry bushes in those clouds.
There are lonesome mediocre sized clouds. Just suspended in space and time, casting shadows on the ocean below.
There are large fluffy marshmallow clouds. I see castles In these clouds. Imagine that, a castle made from cotton candy fluff. White and warm and bouncy! It sounds marvellous, doesn’t it. When I was a child I believed that the tooth fairy lived in a cloud castle, sometimes when I’m looking out a plane window I still believe it. Clouds just seem like the perfect home for fairies.
I also see flowers, space ships, cruise liners. I guess you could say that my head is in the clouds and you know what, it is beautiful up here.