Sunday, March 22, 2009
I just saw an ad for a no-contact jacket, one that women can wear to help protect themselves from assault. With the push of a button, the jacket acts as a taser gun to repel potential attackers. I don't know why this ad gives me the creeps. I had the same reaction to the ad for the car sensor that could pick up the beating of a human heart, should someone be hiding in your vehicle in some lonely, deserted parking lot. For $950, the no-contact jacket also comes with a philosophy, one describing how women's fashions are meant to restrict and make women vulnerable, ie, high heels are not great for running (although I have done so, mostly to grab the last dessert or get away from wicked children).
I'm the kind of person who won't wear a name tag, much less a jacket with electricity inside. Fear causes a kind of paralysis in me, not flight or fight. But over time, I've learned how to both run and throw myself on the hand grenade. Understanding now that the occasional explosion is not the end of the world or anything else. And while I approve of the no-contact jacket in theory, I can't see having my fashion choices dictated by fear. In the end, the only person I'd shock would be myself.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The great epochs of life come when we gain the courage to rechristen our evil as what is best in us." Friedrich Nietzche
Drinking video suggestion: I'm redoing the gin and tonic video now that it's spring and the first video seems trapped forever. The next potion after that will be of the margarita variety.
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday! Thanks for checking on me, gorgeous Jodi! I've been a under the weather, but am back to full speed now.