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“Red Vines – What the hell can’t they do?”

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Things I have consumed today: strawberry poptarts, red bull, Cadbury’s chocolate buttons, diet coke, Triple O buffalo chicken club, and red vines. I am a university student. If there had been any doubt until this point, I think my eating habits have clarified the situation.

Try as I might, I can’t stop myself from eating the Red Vines. Neither can I stop myself from shopping on Amazon.  I’ve eaten 7 Red Vines since sitting down in class and I’ve  ordered one book and an iPhone case.  Did I mention that I’m just getting started?  Despite priding myself on being a night owl, I’ve been up for 12 hours already; I’m tired and my WWII History course is the last place I wish to be.  I may have to clip my wings and give up late nights until the end of the semester. Even though I attended class in my sweats, armed with sugar and caffeine, I’m lagging.

This sums it up:

I’m in the zombie zone.  And apparently the only thing Red Vine’s can’t do is keep me awake.

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Rape in US Military is on the Rise; Veteran’s Group Takes Action.

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In 2009, Katie Couric released a provocative piece on the rise of sexual assault within the US military. Couric found that in 2006, there were more than 2,900 sexual assaults occurred within the US military; in those cases, less than ten percent of the accused faced prosecution. Despite a military review and investigation, the prevalence of rape and assault is spreading, and the measures taken thus far have been ineffective.

The lack-luster response to this crisis was the creation of a two-tiered system of report. Women (and men) who have suffered sexual abuse can now seek medical aid or counseling without fear that their care providers will report the assault to their superior officers. This is a response to the most twisted part of the crisis: most of the assault victims are afraid, not of repercussions from their abusers, but of the repercussions they will receive from their commanding officers. They fear that their careers will suffer if they ask for justice. It seems that the problem is so deeply and systematically ingrained that the very military structure has – and continues to – protect the architects of these atrocities, while ostracizing and silencing the victims.

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Love is a Heart-shaped Pizza

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I don’t like Valentine’s Day. But I do love Hallmark cards. There’s something lovely and tangible about giving and receiving cards. In an increasingly digital world, it’s nice that I have something I can have and hold that tells me how McDreamy feels. Texts and emails are far too fleeting. So we agreed to exchange cards and spend the evening together. We did not follow through on our plan to make others acutely aware of their single status. Instead, we snuggled up on the couch with a heart-shaped pizza and I gave McDreamy an introduction to the rom-com dream team that is Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. We watched You’ve Got Mail.

The little things count in relationships.  The companionable silence. Taking turns at fetching beverages from the fridge. Convincing the other person that the movie was his choice.  As the Peanuts card I gave to McDreamy says,

Love is the warm feeling you get after you hug

Love is letting the other person win, even when you know you could clobber them.

Love is thinking about what the other person is doing right now.

Love is tickling.

Love is navigating the everyday minutia, hand in hand.  And as I sit looking across my university campus, held captive by the rain and wind and looming clouds, I have just a little sunshine in my heart because I’ve got someone who will walk through every storm with me.

So today, on a perfectly ordinary day – a day that isn’t saturated with hearts and chocolate and everything pink – I’m choosing to celebrate the love in my life.

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For good measure, here’s a picture of the heart-shaped pizza we had for dinner last night:

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