Bad teeth?

My three best girlfriends and I have this ongoing video message thread in Facebook, where we sort of... report on our days and carry on conversations via video. The conversation of the last few days has turned to abortion rights, and our ability to respect the opinions of people whose stances differ from out. On the U of M campus, there have been some recent public comparisons of abortion to genocide. Tildy made me laugh for like twelve hours with the following comment, transcribed from a video:

"So you should just get an abortion. Just have lots of abortions. Lots of abortions. All the time. Um, you guys. And me. No. But yeah. Lots of abortions. Thats what I want. Genocide of everyone. It's not genocide! Because, abortions, what, is it, are babies like, an ethnic group?"

In lit class today there were no more wierd not-true morning-after-pill-related falsehoods. We did talk about religion. We were assigned Shirley Jackson's The Lottery, which, if you haven't read it, is a short story about a small town in America participating in ritual sacrifice. The discussion turned to civilization, and what constitutes a 'civilized' society. My class always seems to turn to the bible... I swear we discuss the story of Abraham at least once a week. This time it was because someone (me, actually), had suggested that circumcision, which is a religious rite in Judaism and Islam, might be considered uncivilized or brutal by some. In fact, it is considered cruel by lots of people... there's a whole anti-circumcision movement.

Tangenttangenttangent. I met a guy today who wants to be a writer. I don't know what kind yet, b/c he had a class to get to, but we're meeting up later, so... yes. He was interesting, though... he introduced himself as... ah, fuck. I can't remember the term. Someone whose' skull didn't fuse properly in infancy and, as a result, has a slightly larger head than usual. According to this guy, Jon, people are more inclined to approach him with information they wouldn't usually just tell anyone. I haven't disclosed any untoward secrets yet, though.

Another exciting new friend: Ali. Ali is from Iran. He is really attractive, but he doesn't have great teeth. He is taking a class in communications. Like, interpersonal communication. I thought that was really strange and counterintuitive... a class to learn how to relate to people. Anyways, we've decided to renew my efforts to learn Nepali together.