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Science in South Carolina - No! Seriously!

I was not aware that women like this existed in my state. I am so thrilled that I am considering driving an hour and a half JUST so that she can be my vagina doctor. It would be an honor to receive a pap smear from this lady

Whores

Finally, let’s talk about the women who are too much. Tell me about women who are too sexy, show too much, talk too much, do too much. These are the women that cross that line and go into the area that mainstream society starts to frown upon.

Sexies

Talk to me here about girls and women who are viewed to be the “just right” amount of sexiness. How do they dress? How do they act? How do they talk? What risks do they take?

These are the females mainstream society holds up as the ideal.

Prudes

Talk to me about prudes – what they are to you, to other people, anything at all about prudes.

This is the group considered not sexual enough for mainstream approval.

NO ONE Parties Like Feminists

All this recent talk of feminism, sexiness, and societal expectations has spurred something within me.

I want to create a list of three categories prude, sexy, whore. In each, I want to have behaviors that typify each definition. Then, I want to somehow graphically show how each of these is a social construct of the time and/or social group.

WHO’s IN??????

I Am Not Spartacus

First things first. In writing about an argument between women in my previous post, I gave the post just about the worst possible title I could have. I apologize for calling it a catfight. It demeans the women involved and was the result of a creative fail, not an attempt to be snarky.

Now the title to THIS post?? Mildly snarky, and if you have seen the movie, could be possibly construed as homophobic.

See?? Not me.

While the majority of the response to my previous post has been positive, I have received a few very impassioned responses on both sides. One side is upset that I have said these things (?) about Skepchick considering some of them are my friends,  that I even dare to talk about this considering how much I write and talk about sex, and that I am allowing a supposed personal vendetta against the Skepchicks to get new life.

The OTHER side is hoping I will create the anti-Skepchick, fight Rebecca in Las Vegas, and expose her as the supposed downfall to feminism that she is.

Uh, no. To both sides. Continue reading I Am Not Spartacus

Skeptic Catfight – Can’t We All Just Get Along?

My blog is called the Fat One in the Middle. I have been fat ever since I remember, and even when I was skinny for me, I was still fat. Once when looking through old pictures of myself I noticed that I put myself in the middle of the all the pictures when I was with people. It made me laugh, and that is how I got the blog name. At first I thought it was because I was trying to hide my fat, and now I know it probably has more to do with me being an attention whore. This comes in later, I promise.

See??? My sister and best friend, Wyndi Anderson

When I first got involved with skepticism, I noticed that it was a total sausage fest. Except for one prominent group of women, the Skepchicks, the attention paid to women in the skeptical movement was slim. And how did I feel about the Skepchicks? A little jealous honestly.  Not because they were smarter or funnier or sexier than me (they may or may not be all of those things),but because they got all of the attention. Why did they get the attention? Well, because they are smart, funny, and sexy. Duh. Skepchick was also groundbreaking in being the first  site to specifically encourage women to get involved in skepticism.

Now whenever I notice myself feeling threatened, I look to see if a lion is about to eat me. When I surmise that there is no lion, I try to find out WHY I am feeling threatened.  When it is because someone is getting more attention than me, I do what I learned to do when I felt threatened by my sister, who is ungodlyhot. I remember that there is not a finite amount of attention in the world, and that if I want attention, I can get it.

Side note.  We ALL want and need attention. Everyone likes to feel validated and appreciated for who they are, and to think that people want to be around them. Some of us also like to receive attention for our sexuality, while others prefer that not be up for public debate.  It is ok to want attention, but it helps to know what kind you want and the best way to get it. That way you don’t end up funding your senior year of college doing a Tijuana donkey show just for the screams of your adoring fans. Trust me, not pretty. Continue reading Skeptic Catfight – Can’t We All Just Get Along?

I Am One of THE People in Spartanburg to Follow

Hell yeah!!!! The Spartanburg Spark, the alternative press in my town, has named me one of THE people in Spartanburg to follow on Twitter.

In fact, Steve Shanafelt says “In an area not exactly known for looking favorably on sex-positive, GLBTIQ-friendly discussions, Anderson’s tweets are refreshingly unrepressed without being needlessly naughty. And while she’s not limited to the subject — science, atheism, skepticism and personal insight are all part of her charm — it’s the smart smut that makes her Twitter account worth following. Her blog is pretty good, too.”

That’s right motherfuckers, PRETTY GOOD!!!

However, I do feel slightly sorry for any new twitter followers who were promised sexually provocative tweets and logged in to only find ramblings of a daughter losing her father.

Oh well, at least they can witness the black humor that is me. Nothing funnier than tweets of me calling my father a fucking rock star skateboarder.

My dad, Ray Anderson, 30 years ahead of his time.


My Son Pwns Me on Skepticality – Will Now Be Shipped to Swoopy

This past Sunday, my son Hollis and I, and eventually the youngest Max, joined Derek and Swoopy on Skepticality to talk about Santa. Hilarity ensues.

Hollisandmaxxmas

Skeptical Parenting: Raising Young Critical Thinkers

My article on Skeptical Parenting that was published in Skeptical Inquirer is finally available online. I know it has been hard for you to sleep at night while waiting for this day.

Skeptical Parenting: Raising Young Critical Thinkers

There comes a moment in every parent’s life when your child asks you
the question you most feared hearing from your dear one’s lips.

“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Where did people come from?”

“You mean babies? Well, um, first the man takes his penis and . . .”

“No, no, I mean the very first people. Where did the first people on Earth come from?”

I was dumbfounded. What could I say? I knew this moment was coming
and yet was completely unprepared. I would be more than happy to
discuss sex with him, but evolution? How could I explain evolution to
my three-year-old when I myself was fuzzy on the process? I was, after
all, the product of the South Carolina public education system.

And that is when I said the worst possible thing any parent can say
to a child asking about this controversial subject. No, I did not tell
him that we came from God or that we were planted here millennia ago as
an extraterrestrial experiment. I told him something much, much worse.

Go to the Committee for Skeptical Inquiry to finish the article!

My son looks like he has Vulcan hair.


My son looks like he has Vulcan hair.

Tummy-hiding tips during sex

Let’s face it, ladies. Whether you are suffering from an impending period, a bloated day, stretch marks from a prior pregnancy, or you just are self-conscious because you have a few pounds to lose, there are days when you don’t feel sexy — and it all relates to tummy (or some other part of the body) fat.

via www.sheknows.com

If you and a guy (or girl) are having sex, haven’t you already proven that they are at least mildly attractive.

And doing it in the dark or while wearing an old t-shirt? Who the hell does that?

Concern Troll Dolls Are THE Hot Christmas Toy!

SO I was called a concern troll and a spammer for posting my opinions about the sexism/anti-vaxxer/skeptic brouhaha on Respectful Insolence yesterday. I had to look up what those meant, as I have not studied the rule book on internet posting as deeply as many others have. Why do I get the idea that much of the internet is composed of old D&D people who love their rule books?

Anyway, I was called a spammer because I posted on more than one site at once about the same thing. I am apparently the world’s laziest spammer. Today two sites, tomorrow THREE! Before you know it, the all of Al Gore’s creation will be MINE!!!A concern troll is someone who derails an argument with concern for the other side. Actually, I was trying to put the pro-vaccination movement BACK on track to what it needs to be about, science and vaccines. So here is my last comment, because I seem to be a masochist and had to get back in it. Which is kind of weird, because submissive yes, masochistic no and those . . . Never mind, we are not talking about sex, we are talking about vaccines!

Orac, you are right. It did look like I said you specifically called her
a slut. I apologize. My wording did indeed paint ALL skeptics with the
same brush stroke. It was not what I meant to say, but what my wording
said.

Chris, I did read the blog entry, and all the comments. And you and I
agree that we need to focus on attacking the issues and not the people.
We also agree that skeptics are not immune from criticism.

The reason I posted on this site, as well as Skepchick (you said there
were more, I have honestly forgotten if there were) was that the issue
of sexism and disgusting personal attacks was raised. That is the issue
I commented on. They are not ok from either side.

When people who are neither skeptics nor anti-vaxx search for
information on whether or not to vaccinate their children, they want
facts and advice written in a way that neither offends them nor makes
them feel stupid. I am a pro-vaccination mother of two who in the
trenches EVERY DAY with mothers making decisions about whether or not
to vaccinate. I post about it on my FB page, talk about it with female
co-workers, and educate about it with breastfeeding and mother’s
advocacy groups.

I am confused as to why I would be labeled a spammer or concern troll,
when my concern is and always has been, on how to increase the number
of children vaccinated. That’s it, bottom line.

And when ANYONE, anti-vaxxer or skeptic, uses sexist and misogynistic
attacks on a woman for her opinions, other women will get turned off.
And in THIS country, who is still responsible for the majority of
decisions made about children and their health care? Women.

My mistake is clearly that I have chosen the wrong forum to discuss
this on, and not followed the rules you have set up on your forum. That
is tacky and rude on my part.

But please, do not discount my sincerity at wanting to increase the
number of women who hear the pro-vaccination message and choose to
protect their children and mine.

Sluts are Stupid!!!

Yesterday on Skepchick, Rebecca Watson brought up the horrible misogynistic crap directed at a female journalist who interviewed Paul Offit. It involved talk of rape, whoredom, and the general stuff that gets thrown at women. It also featured a gross depiction of pro-vaccination people eating dead babies.

This is disgusting. Very much so. However, skeptics need to clean their own house of the same type of behavior. In less than one hour and five searches, I was able to pull up equally disturbing imagery and comments directed at Jenny McCarthy. I have also heard skeptics refer to Jenny and Oprah as evil on more than one occasion, and refer to Oprah as fat and insinuate she is unfuckable. Continue reading Sluts are Stupid!!!

Ali A. Rizvi: The Ultimate 9-Step Guide to Looking Good

Fat's no good. Neither are carbs. Red meat's got cholesterol. White meat's full of hormones. Dairy's got too much lactose. Fish has some good cholesterol, but causes mercury poisoning. Vegetables give you gas and require vitamin supplementation. Cannibalism is illegal. And I'm too self-conscious to take my jiggling torso to a public gym.

via www.huffingtonpost.com

I love me some Ali A. Rivzi. I am not sure why I had not read this earlier.

I am going to smoke my snorting cocaine off of my neighbor's husband's ass. That should burn LOTS of calories!