Thursday, December 29, 2011

Put Me to the Test

I know I've been rather MIA here lately, and I don't have a very legitimate reason for that. Perhaps it's because my life is happy and I feel fulfilled to the point that politics and life experiences don't leave me feeling so jaded anymore. Maybe it's because I'm just lazy and my writing skills are turning to crap because I haven't written much in the past year. The latter seems most likely.

That being said - I'm going to grad school this January. Yays!

Second, I just created (or have been trying to create for months but just today started to actually work on it...) a new research blog that is tied to my undergraduate honors thesis that I wrote back in 2009-10 as a senior in college. The thesis reflects a growing trend in contemporary Chinese internet. The blog is serving as a medium for me to post news articles related to my research and topic, as well as for me to get my research out there and continually add to it and build it through this blog.

Check it out:
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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Money Honey

I went to a gay club a few nights ago with a group of friends and had this experience that was very minimal, but has been haunting me now for days. This particular night I wasn't drinking, and hadn't pre-gamed at all before going to the club. But once I got there I realized I might as well order at least a beer to hold in my hand and perhaps loosen me up a bit (it didn't). I went over to the bar and ordered a Bud Light. Literally three seconds later the beer was in front of me and I paid. After I paid I thought that I wouldn't leave a tip because first of all, the bartender didn't do anything but crack the beer open for me, second I'm jobless and poor and at least he is making a salary (however minimal), and third that there are hundreds of guys here who will come and order drinks all night long and tip him way better than I'd be able to. So I didn't.

As I went to walk away, he tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and he said something like "at this bar we tip, so if you're not going to tip than go to one of the others." The bastard. And this is what gets me: I was so stunned by this and taken off guard that I threw down a dollar bill onto the bar. Replaying this in my head, I wish I had had some snide remark such as "Okay, I will!" and walked off smiling. But no.

That club is disgusting anyway. It's always filled with old men and rejects who can't even get someone to take home for a one-night stand. They watch you dance like pieces of meat, and the ones who do choose to dance get in your personal space and all you want to do is tell them to back off. Not to mention that many of the old creeps try and touch your butt. Who the hell do they think they are!? That's what bothers me about the "gay lifestyle" - what makes it okay for you, a complete stranger, to try and touch my (or my boyfriend's) ass? We're not pieces of meat and we're not promiscuous. We're trying to dance and enjoy ourselves. So what makes it okay for you to think we like to be felt up? (I'm saving that argument for another post...)

Ugh, that place makes me so angry! I'd never go back but they always play Top 40 music and it's so close to my apartment...