Selected Excerpts from the Unofficial Oxford Women's Dictionary (taken from aniqa's xanga...thanks aniqa!)

FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

NOTHING
This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine".

GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it!

LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".

THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.
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using one or more postulates...one can argue that man and women are indeed unequal.

1. language simultaneously creates and reflects culture. aka the eskimos and the word "snow". Their 200 words for snow shows us how they perceive snow so much more differently than we do.

2. unequal things often warrant unequal treatment. You would not fuel a truck and a beamer with super unleaded, though they are both cars. You do not equally water a cactus and a maple tree, though they are both plants.

3. a society's level of advancement is directly proportional to the straightforwardness of its language...5 meanings for one word is just stupid. This is not a postulate. This is an idea, a feeling. Some very advanced cultures have very similar words for starkly different ideas. Chinese and Japanese are two that I know of. They're cool. mad props.

Based on these three facts (two...and an idea), along with the aforementioned Oxford Women's Dictionary of Commonly Used Terms, one may argue that the stark differences in language between man and woman account for theinherent differences between their cultures. The last postulate is not really a postulate but makes sense. Hence, since man and woman are inherently unequal...shouldn't it seem perfectly sensible that their treatments be unequal as well?


Perhaps women need to collectively decide whether or not they want to keep propagating their differences. It may be an interesting idea to advocate the similarities in an attempt to reduce discrimination and sexism.

Now i'm sure someone's going to raise the issue of tolerance and embracing differences. 

Shut the fuck up and take that idea to Kashmir.

for the ladies fighting the good fight and burning their bras (which i have absolutely no idea why you do...considering you invented the goddamned thing), i hold my lighter up for you.

Final Notes:
the aforementioned statements do not (necessarily) reflect the ideas of the author. They are one desperate, last-ditch attempts for angry comments. thank you.

lastly, people can find fault in anything. They are separate from the people who do find faults in everything. I am a member of the first group, and not the latter.


Thanks! Bye!

-Your mom!     

the person down the hall also in your med program is not your competitor
the individual sitting next to you while you're taking a test is also not your competitor. 
Zubair M. Hasan is not your competitor.

Stress is.

If you beat stress...you'll conquer the world.

Things that help me reduce stress:

1. An occassional episode of Ali G.
2. Eating Quaker Oatmeal in the stolen bowls and trays and plates from Appel.
3. Sitting in the couch I stole from the lounge and reminiscing about all the terribly troublesome things I used to do in my prime (aww so sad).
4. GO OUTSIDE AND LOOK AT STARS!

it's 10:53 am. i have class at 1220. im eating oatmeal and getting some work done. this was an absolutely pathetic xanga entry...but that's okay. sometimes the absence of great things help you realize their worth. I had a dream yesterday....i was in some sort of shootout. I think i ended up alive. Otherwise I might not have been here writing this Xanga.

Yea...I know,

Nishant

p.s. i put hoes in ny on the dkny 

it's about 4:20 (am of course), and the time has urged me to do something psychadelic like write an entry. Plus 4/20 is our pothead-friend Zubair's birthday, so I thought I'd dedicate this entry to him.

It will have nothing to do with zubair though. Yes zubair, you can relax, I won't tell the world of your dirty secrets which could impede your slow take over of the entire world.

oops, let that one slip.

anyway, i went outside to look at the stars. That's one of the many reasons i love upstate...the stars. I like the stars. In fact, I was once going to go so far as to buy a star for someone. Stars are awesome. They're like a look into the past. The light reaching us from stars may be millions and millions of years old...some of those stars may not exist anymore, some may have been taken over by aliens..who knows. But this phenomenon means something...definitely something esoteric and, perhaps, moving. I wonder if a star has feelings (you're not a star you ignorant asshole so don't tell me stars don't have feelings...i hate it enough that you people dare say that animals don't experience pain, but that's a rant i'll leave it to some vegetarian version of eric curtis to take care of). If a star did, would it have known that the light it gave off would one day, millions of years into the future, have such an impact on someone? Seems very unlikely. But it did. If it didn't i wouldn't be writing about it at 435 am with a packed schedule ahead of me.

So what's the point. The point is, even the effects of our most trivial actions may be underestimated. We tend to think of life as some sort of equation, where the inputs = outputs, and that we will end up with some measurable result of our endeavors immediately. To many, work invested = future success. Help given = help received. We don't take into account how the work we invested doesn't just lead to success...it leads to a sense of purpose, an exposure to new paths, an appreciation for all the world has to offer. I lied. That wasn't the point. The point is, the full effects of our endeavors will never be known, and no effort should be wasted in trying to determine them.

Before writing this entry, I presumed that reading my health care policy book would help me understand health care policies necessary to be a good doctor. Now I'm not sure what this book will do for me, so I wont worry about it. I'm just going to read it, and let the results unfold for themselves. I leave you with one special line from the Bhagavad Gita:

Do not let the fruits of thy labor be thy motive.

That's it. Hope you enjoyed, because I did. Okay last thing...have any of you ever realized that every nanosecond that passes, the sun is setting over one person's horizon, and rising over the other's? Interesting thought.

Love,

Nishant J. T.