I have to make this post in memory of my friend and ex-boyfriend, Nick Schilbach. Nick recently passed away about 3 weeks ago, having suffered with Leukemia for 2 years. His death came as a complete and total shock to me, since I had no idea he was even sick. I didn't know how to handle it. Nick and I were together right after I graduated from high school, and we were very close. Though we only dated for a few months, if often felt like we were kindred spirits. After we broke up, we lost touch, seeing each other only a handful of times between then and now, and only shortly before his death did I hear from him in an email sent to a group of people which was later forwarded to me, about the tragic accident that caused the death of another mutual friend of ours, Cale Caputo.
The strangest thing was that over the two weeks leading up to his death, I had consciously been thinking of him and how I could get back in touch with him, track him down and see him again, hang out and rekindle our friendship. When I learned of his death, I didn't believe it. I just couldn't accept that he could be gone before I even had the chance to talk to him again, just one last time, and tell him I missed him and hoped he was doing great. I was definitely in denial, even after some time had passed....
Right after I heard of his death, I didn't know what to do with myself. I found myself thinking of it constantly, people at work noticed something was wrong with me....I stayed up late Googling his name and devouring every piece of information or scrap of posted message or blog entries that I could find by him or about him, anything and everything that contained his name I was desperate to read or look at. More than anything, I wanted to see his picture. I tore apart my photo albums, looking for the pictures I still know I have somewhere, of him and I together so long ago...I called and emailed friends who knew him, asking for pictures, information, anything about him and how everything had happened...when was he diagnosed with Leukemia? Why hadn't anyone told me? How had he handled it? How exactly did he leave this world? I never did get to see his face again until the day of his memorial. It was like I needed anything and everything I could get my hands on just to survive the day, to feel like he was still alive, still real, still in the world, because I never got to say goodbye, never got to know his life as he got older, how he was, what he had done with himself, what he was doing in school, if he had fallen in love....a huge piece of his existence was missing in my mind....I was left only with the memories we had made at the age of 17, and it just wasn't enough for me.
No, I didn't handle his death well at all, and only now am I starting to be able to deal with it in some sane way. At his service I bawled like an infant, remembering how much fun we used to have together, and the moments of intimacy we shared. When someone dies whom you've been close with on a more intimate level than just friendship, it is a very strange and difficult thing to handle. This was my first experience with it. I feel like a piece of my youth is lost forever now...the only other person who shared that time with me, and those specific moments, and knew what it was like to experience me in that way at that age...that person is gone forever. I am the only one who can carry on those memories for us now. It is an overwhelming sense of loneliness and despair that comes over me, whenever I think of it.
I want anyone who reads this to know that there is nothing worse than realizing someone is gone, permanently, forever, not just on vacation, or moving away, but gone, dead, no more smiles and no more words, before you can let them know how much you loved them. If there is someone on your mind, get in touch with them, because you never know what can and will happen before it's too late. I learned the hardest way, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Right before his death, the universe was trying to tell me something important, and I procrastinated because I had other things on my mind. At first I hated myself for it, but I knew that would only drive me into a deeper depression, so I resigned myself to the dull ache that deep regret brings.
Nick was only 21 when he passed on, much too young to die, and so senselessly, too. He was an amazing person, loving and romantic, caring and generous, and so smart, always wanting to know more, to learn more, to be as involved and informed as possible about everything that really mattered, particularly the politics of this great country, Canada. He is greatly missed.
You know when you read in the paper or hear on the news that someone has died tragically, and people always say, "He was such a great person" or "She was such an angel"? I always wondered why it was that we never heard of the really annoying or cruel or obnoxious or inhumane people in the world dying tragically. I always used to say that just once I would like to hear of someone's tragic death that was followed by the comment "Well, actually, he was kind of a prick."
Well....Nick was never that guy. He really was the kindest person. I don't think I ever heard him say anything negative about anyone, the whole time I knew him. He really cared passionately about so many things, especially music and politics. I always respected him for that. He had the biggest heart, and if there is some kind of heaven somewhere, he'll be there.
Wherever you are Nick, I love you, and I hope you're happy and free.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
Unforgiving expectations
Ok, I have a giant vial of truth serum in my hand and I need someone other than me to drink it, right NOW.
I'm cruising online, checking out what other people out there are saying about Third Wave Feminism. Generally, it's pretty general; nothing too proactive, no one really doing anything too major or making any bold statements about the dire state of feminism, yada, yada, yada...
UNTIL. Until I come across a particular article, an interview with two authors of a book known as Manifesta: Young Women, Feminism, and the Future. I read on with curiousity and ended up being disappointed and rather pissed off by the time I got done. The book was written by Jennifer Baumgardner and Amy Richards in 2000, and is supposed to be some major feminist overhaul of the state of feminism from the 5 years previous to the publishing of the book.
The interview is a bit lengthy, so it gave me a lot to digest. Right off the top, however, I realized that these two women, who apparently "both got their start at Ms. magazine", were the perfect specimens to dissect, to really analyze and take a good look at what was so utterly WRONG and lacking in third wave feminism, and in our fucked up whitey mainstream culture in general.
First of all, they essentially describe the modern form of feminism, or "Third Wave Feminism", as being a struggle between two supposed complete binary opposites: Second Wave feminists interested in issues like politics, culture, women other than American white women, and economics, while the younger, more modern feminists are more interested in....wait for it....sex. Yep. Sex. Sure, they care about important "stuff" like the second-wavers do, but they also want to "reclaim their femininity".
THIS is exactly what I am talking about here, people. THIS is the bullshit that some specific so-called third wave feminists are spouting, making the rest of us look bad. Apparently, the big issue is sex, sex, sex. What the fuck is "reclaiming your femininity", anyways? (Not only that, but the idea of "reclaiming" anything is a lame-ass, self-help, new age catch phrase that has been used to describe and promote everything from femininity to racial slurs to gratuitous materialism.) Well, according to the Richards and Baumgardner interview, it basically means co-opting what men have already defined as feminine and pretending it's your own. Yay!!!
Wow, I have, like, been waiting for this, for like, so long! Now I can go out and, like, keep on perpetuating, like, negative stereotypes based on, like, male fantasy and desire, but pretend that it's, like, FOR ME and BY ME, because I am, like, totally "reclaiming" it. Good lord....save us all.
Fuck "reclaim"!! How about "reinvent"? What the fuck happened to that? Did everyone just leave that poor little word behind? Hello ladies, not everyone who is female is "feminine" according to your fucking guidelines, and not even half of them want to be the "feminine" you claim is so empowering. What about bull dykes in leather? Think they wanna totally, like, reclaim their femininity? By perpetuating this idea that there is ONE femininity and ONE kind of female, you are pigeon-holing every other woman out there in the world who is not, and has no desire to be, that "kind of female". How about....maybe....just maybe....COMPLETELY doing away with the whole issue of defining what feminine is?? There's a concept, although admittedly an extremely hard one to grasp and actually bring to fruition.
Now, don't get me wrong. I realize I come off very harsh sometimes. I'm ok with that. But don't take it the wrong way. The article had some good things to say, at some points. But I'm not here to talk about that, because that's not my concern. My concern is the next generation. My concern is my younger sister, an 18 year old female living in the 21st century, being subjected to all of these third wave idiots and the ideas they're forming based on looking at my little sister's generation. (Thankfully, however, my little sister is nothing like a Barbie and is quite unique and intelligent, not valuing shit like thinness or image...she was one of the lucky ones, like me, lucky to have such a strong mother...) but I digress....
This was the worst part:
"In our chapter on girlie culture, "Barbie vs. the Menstrual Kit," we argue that young women's primary expression these days is a joy and ownership of sexuality, and that's a form of power, a type of energy. "
K, great. Sounds good.....NO!! It sounds fucking AWFUL!! Why?? Why does this keep happening? Why are we again defining ourselves via sexuality, and pretending it's empowering? It's NOT!! Sexuality is NOT empowering when it is based solely on male desire, male fantasy, and male-created stereotypes of women and their bodies. THIS is supposed to be a young girl's primary form of expression??? In case you haven't noticed, girls are starting to have sex younger and younger, before their little bodies are even mature enough to handle the physical action of sex itself. Sex is bombarding females from an extremely young age, creating unforgiving expectations of what men desire and what women should live up to, and it's only getting worse as time goes on. Worst of all, it makes girls think that being nonchalant about sex and sexuality is cool, hip and modern, and allows for no value or appreciation of themselves, their other life interests besides sex, and their personal feelings about sex. Giving in to these expectations that have been perpetuated for centuries is not empowerment. It's weakness in the guise of "reclaiming our femininity". We are not doing things our own way, we're doing things their way, and we're not fooling anyone, especially not men.
If you really want sexuality to be about joy and ownership, then learn to respect how powerful sex is, and what a major effect it can and does have on people's lives. All too often now I find that sex is trivialised, it's made out to seem like it's so much less than it is, so much less significant, or important, or complicated as hell. Like that fucking TV show "Sex and the City", which, for the record, I despise for that reason, (and also the awful writing and the corny, stiff delivery of cheeseball dialogue).
Young women and girls should be taught that forms of expression can be sexual, but they don't always have to be. And sometimes, they just shouldn't. In fact, if it's for someone else's benefit, following someone else's expectations, and let's face it, most of the time it is, we should be discouraging it. I don't want to limit myself to only being able to express myself through sexuality.
How about the TV lesbian epidemic? Can it get much worse than that? The only gay men you see on television are either on decorating shows or shows that are specifically about gay men. But lesbians!! They got at least one fucking lesbian character on every damn TV show out there right now. Lesbians are so much more socially acceptable, and why? Because men are so comfortable with lesbians! Hell, they love those darn, little lesbians! It's just another way of making women feel like they're "in on it", they've been accepted into the prestigious "men only" club; they're still subservient to these men, and providing them with their desires with little to no regard for themselves, but hell!! If they feel wanted and included, they can just forget all about that. But more on that later.....
I appreciate you letting me rant.
I'm cruising online, checking out what other people out there are saying about Third Wave Feminism. Generally, it's pretty general; nothing too proactive, no one really doing anything too major or making any bold statements about the dire state of feminism, yada, yada, yada...
UNTIL. Until I come across a particular article, an interview with two authors of a book known as Manifesta: Young Women, Feminism, and the Future. I read on with curiousity and ended up being disappointed and rather pissed off by the time I got done. The book was written by Jennifer Baumgardner and Amy Richards in 2000, and is supposed to be some major feminist overhaul of the state of feminism from the 5 years previous to the publishing of the book.
The interview is a bit lengthy, so it gave me a lot to digest. Right off the top, however, I realized that these two women, who apparently "both got their start at Ms. magazine", were the perfect specimens to dissect, to really analyze and take a good look at what was so utterly WRONG and lacking in third wave feminism, and in our fucked up whitey mainstream culture in general.
First of all, they essentially describe the modern form of feminism, or "Third Wave Feminism", as being a struggle between two supposed complete binary opposites: Second Wave feminists interested in issues like politics, culture, women other than American white women, and economics, while the younger, more modern feminists are more interested in....wait for it....sex. Yep. Sex. Sure, they care about important "stuff" like the second-wavers do, but they also want to "reclaim their femininity".
THIS is exactly what I am talking about here, people. THIS is the bullshit that some specific so-called third wave feminists are spouting, making the rest of us look bad. Apparently, the big issue is sex, sex, sex. What the fuck is "reclaiming your femininity", anyways? (Not only that, but the idea of "reclaiming" anything is a lame-ass, self-help, new age catch phrase that has been used to describe and promote everything from femininity to racial slurs to gratuitous materialism.) Well, according to the Richards and Baumgardner interview, it basically means co-opting what men have already defined as feminine and pretending it's your own. Yay!!!
Wow, I have, like, been waiting for this, for like, so long! Now I can go out and, like, keep on perpetuating, like, negative stereotypes based on, like, male fantasy and desire, but pretend that it's, like, FOR ME and BY ME, because I am, like, totally "reclaiming" it. Good lord....save us all.
Fuck "reclaim"!! How about "reinvent"? What the fuck happened to that? Did everyone just leave that poor little word behind? Hello ladies, not everyone who is female is "feminine" according to your fucking guidelines, and not even half of them want to be the "feminine" you claim is so empowering. What about bull dykes in leather? Think they wanna totally, like, reclaim their femininity? By perpetuating this idea that there is ONE femininity and ONE kind of female, you are pigeon-holing every other woman out there in the world who is not, and has no desire to be, that "kind of female". How about....maybe....just maybe....COMPLETELY doing away with the whole issue of defining what feminine is?? There's a concept, although admittedly an extremely hard one to grasp and actually bring to fruition.
Now, don't get me wrong. I realize I come off very harsh sometimes. I'm ok with that. But don't take it the wrong way. The article had some good things to say, at some points. But I'm not here to talk about that, because that's not my concern. My concern is the next generation. My concern is my younger sister, an 18 year old female living in the 21st century, being subjected to all of these third wave idiots and the ideas they're forming based on looking at my little sister's generation. (Thankfully, however, my little sister is nothing like a Barbie and is quite unique and intelligent, not valuing shit like thinness or image...she was one of the lucky ones, like me, lucky to have such a strong mother...) but I digress....
This was the worst part:
"In our chapter on girlie culture, "Barbie vs. the Menstrual Kit," we argue that young women's primary expression these days is a joy and ownership of sexuality, and that's a form of power, a type of energy. "
K, great. Sounds good.....NO!! It sounds fucking AWFUL!! Why?? Why does this keep happening? Why are we again defining ourselves via sexuality, and pretending it's empowering? It's NOT!! Sexuality is NOT empowering when it is based solely on male desire, male fantasy, and male-created stereotypes of women and their bodies. THIS is supposed to be a young girl's primary form of expression??? In case you haven't noticed, girls are starting to have sex younger and younger, before their little bodies are even mature enough to handle the physical action of sex itself. Sex is bombarding females from an extremely young age, creating unforgiving expectations of what men desire and what women should live up to, and it's only getting worse as time goes on. Worst of all, it makes girls think that being nonchalant about sex and sexuality is cool, hip and modern, and allows for no value or appreciation of themselves, their other life interests besides sex, and their personal feelings about sex. Giving in to these expectations that have been perpetuated for centuries is not empowerment. It's weakness in the guise of "reclaiming our femininity". We are not doing things our own way, we're doing things their way, and we're not fooling anyone, especially not men.
If you really want sexuality to be about joy and ownership, then learn to respect how powerful sex is, and what a major effect it can and does have on people's lives. All too often now I find that sex is trivialised, it's made out to seem like it's so much less than it is, so much less significant, or important, or complicated as hell. Like that fucking TV show "Sex and the City", which, for the record, I despise for that reason, (and also the awful writing and the corny, stiff delivery of cheeseball dialogue).
Young women and girls should be taught that forms of expression can be sexual, but they don't always have to be. And sometimes, they just shouldn't. In fact, if it's for someone else's benefit, following someone else's expectations, and let's face it, most of the time it is, we should be discouraging it. I don't want to limit myself to only being able to express myself through sexuality.
How about the TV lesbian epidemic? Can it get much worse than that? The only gay men you see on television are either on decorating shows or shows that are specifically about gay men. But lesbians!! They got at least one fucking lesbian character on every damn TV show out there right now. Lesbians are so much more socially acceptable, and why? Because men are so comfortable with lesbians! Hell, they love those darn, little lesbians! It's just another way of making women feel like they're "in on it", they've been accepted into the prestigious "men only" club; they're still subservient to these men, and providing them with their desires with little to no regard for themselves, but hell!! If they feel wanted and included, they can just forget all about that. But more on that later.....
I appreciate you letting me rant.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Argentina and Anorexia
What the fuck is going on with the world today? This shit is out of control. I'm flipping through a copy of AdBusters magazine and within the first 3 pages there's a story about the out of control obsession that apparently the whole country of Argentina has with body image and thin women. According to AdBusters, Argentina is second in the world only to Japan for out of control anorexia and bulimia rates. Japan?? Seriously? Wow. Where the hell have I been?
Oh, hold onto your size 000 pants, sisters, cuz it gets worse!! The article actually reveals that there are so many high-end snotty ass clothing stores in Argentina which refuse to sell anything above a woman's size 6 US that the government is now enforcing $100, 000 fines on businesses that won't sell or produce clothing that is over a size 6. It has actually become a legitimate law. What made me almost puke on myself was the quote they had nabbed straight from Karl Lagerfeld's mouth, who told The Telegraph that he designs fashions "for slim, slender people", because "those who are undisciplined become fat. There is something distasteful about their inability to control themselves. To be thin takes control and rigor". Control and rigor? Are you shitting me? Has this guy lost his fucking mind? What is this, a Nazi regime? For christ's sake, the guy sounds like Hitler, lecturing to the masses of women out there who might be eating a slice of four-cheese pizza, and actually ENJOYING IT, that they are "undisciplined" and apparently not worthy of wearing his clothing.
I looked this guy up online, and I've also seen photos of him in The Vancouver Sun, and he looks like a fucking Oompa Loompa. In fact, he looks like the Face of Death to the world of female pleasure and self-esteem, the Embodiment of the Utter and Total Loss of Any Sanity or Realistic Attitude towards the rest of the world, particularly females. His clothes make him look like he just stepped out a bad episode of a shitty cartoon rendition of the movie The Matrix. Who the fuck is this guy to tell me I have no self-control and that I'm too fuckin fat to wear his clothes? Yo buddy, you're ugly, and just because you haven't been laid since the bicentennial doesn't give you the right to make women the world over feel like shit about themselves. AND when the fuck did it become socially acceptable to call women who are larger than a size six "fat" in PUBLIC? I mean, people hint at it, gossip about it, talk about it, and so on and so forth, but for someone to come out and actually say what Karl Lagerfeld had the nerve to say, to a source of mass media, is the first of its kind, as far as I know personally. Which is why it struck me as basically a Declaration of War between the world of fashion and misogyny (they go hand in hand of course) and the rest of us normal women out here, who don't give a fuck about Karl Lagerfeld's clothing, but do give a fuck about his arrogant and misogynistic preachings that make us all wanna hit him over the head with a two-by-four.
What is really happening here is this: We are seeing, for the first time, the slow-motion reveal of the ugly Quasimodo face of the fashion industry as its mask is subtly slid off for all the world to see, the slimy, textured truth hidden beneath all of its glamourous MAC makeup, its grotesquely sickening stench covered up by Clinique Happy! perfume, eau du toilette, don't forget! Well, the mask is wearing off and so is the scent, thanks to gems like Karl Lagerfeld. Let's make this very clear, ladies: his statement is not about fashion in any way. He is essentially admitting to something we've always known, but that the world of fashion has never wanted to openly admit before, and that is this: The fashion industry is not about clothing. The fashion industry is about controlling the minds of people, particularly women, and making them feel as awful about themselves as possible in order to make them more vulnerable to feel-good advertising and bull-shit promotion, which equals money, money, money for those on the top of the food chain (or should I say starvation chain?). Fashion is not about appearances anymore, and girls, beauty ain't coming from the inside now. We are openly being molded into beings, not just on the outside with clothes and jewelry and over-priced cosmetics, but ON THE INSIDE. ON THE INSIDE!! Can anyone hear me!? My personality, who I am, whether or not I have worth as a human being, whether or not I am self-disciplined is now entirely decided by whether or not I wear a size fucking 6. And the grossest part is, THEY'RE OPENLY ADMITTING TO IT. They have so many women so brainwashed and empty that they don't even need to hide it anymore. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. Here. **WARNING** WARNING** HIT THE EJECT BUTTON NOW! GET THE FUCK OUT WHILE YOU CAN! Basically, Kaptain Karl Lagerfeld is helming the Great Ship Soul Moulder, and we need to be that big, giant SIZE 12 iceberg, that tears the fuck out of his bow and sinks his asshole Nazi fashion regime.
Sometimes I am so utterly disgusted by the world and its ignorant inhabitants that I feel that there is just no disgust left in me to dispense upon these brainwashed and brainwashing motherfuckers. Which brings me to my next question.....stay tuned....
Oh, hold onto your size 000 pants, sisters, cuz it gets worse!! The article actually reveals that there are so many high-end snotty ass clothing stores in Argentina which refuse to sell anything above a woman's size 6 US that the government is now enforcing $100, 000 fines on businesses that won't sell or produce clothing that is over a size 6. It has actually become a legitimate law. What made me almost puke on myself was the quote they had nabbed straight from Karl Lagerfeld's mouth, who told The Telegraph that he designs fashions "for slim, slender people", because "those who are undisciplined become fat. There is something distasteful about their inability to control themselves. To be thin takes control and rigor". Control and rigor? Are you shitting me? Has this guy lost his fucking mind? What is this, a Nazi regime? For christ's sake, the guy sounds like Hitler, lecturing to the masses of women out there who might be eating a slice of four-cheese pizza, and actually ENJOYING IT, that they are "undisciplined" and apparently not worthy of wearing his clothing.
I looked this guy up online, and I've also seen photos of him in The Vancouver Sun, and he looks like a fucking Oompa Loompa. In fact, he looks like the Face of Death to the world of female pleasure and self-esteem, the Embodiment of the Utter and Total Loss of Any Sanity or Realistic Attitude towards the rest of the world, particularly females. His clothes make him look like he just stepped out a bad episode of a shitty cartoon rendition of the movie The Matrix. Who the fuck is this guy to tell me I have no self-control and that I'm too fuckin fat to wear his clothes? Yo buddy, you're ugly, and just because you haven't been laid since the bicentennial doesn't give you the right to make women the world over feel like shit about themselves. AND when the fuck did it become socially acceptable to call women who are larger than a size six "fat" in PUBLIC? I mean, people hint at it, gossip about it, talk about it, and so on and so forth, but for someone to come out and actually say what Karl Lagerfeld had the nerve to say, to a source of mass media, is the first of its kind, as far as I know personally. Which is why it struck me as basically a Declaration of War between the world of fashion and misogyny (they go hand in hand of course) and the rest of us normal women out here, who don't give a fuck about Karl Lagerfeld's clothing, but do give a fuck about his arrogant and misogynistic preachings that make us all wanna hit him over the head with a two-by-four.
What is really happening here is this: We are seeing, for the first time, the slow-motion reveal of the ugly Quasimodo face of the fashion industry as its mask is subtly slid off for all the world to see, the slimy, textured truth hidden beneath all of its glamourous MAC makeup, its grotesquely sickening stench covered up by Clinique Happy! perfume, eau du toilette, don't forget! Well, the mask is wearing off and so is the scent, thanks to gems like Karl Lagerfeld. Let's make this very clear, ladies: his statement is not about fashion in any way. He is essentially admitting to something we've always known, but that the world of fashion has never wanted to openly admit before, and that is this: The fashion industry is not about clothing. The fashion industry is about controlling the minds of people, particularly women, and making them feel as awful about themselves as possible in order to make them more vulnerable to feel-good advertising and bull-shit promotion, which equals money, money, money for those on the top of the food chain (or should I say starvation chain?). Fashion is not about appearances anymore, and girls, beauty ain't coming from the inside now. We are openly being molded into beings, not just on the outside with clothes and jewelry and over-priced cosmetics, but ON THE INSIDE. ON THE INSIDE!! Can anyone hear me!? My personality, who I am, whether or not I have worth as a human being, whether or not I am self-disciplined is now entirely decided by whether or not I wear a size fucking 6. And the grossest part is, THEY'RE OPENLY ADMITTING TO IT. They have so many women so brainwashed and empty that they don't even need to hide it anymore. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. Here. **WARNING** WARNING** HIT THE EJECT BUTTON NOW! GET THE FUCK OUT WHILE YOU CAN! Basically, Kaptain Karl Lagerfeld is helming the Great Ship Soul Moulder, and we need to be that big, giant SIZE 12 iceberg, that tears the fuck out of his bow and sinks his asshole Nazi fashion regime.
Sometimes I am so utterly disgusted by the world and its ignorant inhabitants that I feel that there is just no disgust left in me to dispense upon these brainwashed and brainwashing motherfuckers. Which brings me to my next question.....stay tuned....
First Vial of Truth
So here we are. Blogging. Something I swore I would never do. And that's because I thought, and still do to a large degree, that blogging is a somewhat narcissistic waste of time, since a lot of people blogging out there are just wasting space talking about what they ate for breakfast or quoting song lyrics to share with all the rest of us the even more compelling experience of their little heart breaking over some boy or girl or what have you. Not only that, but it pisses me off that so many people seem to think their life is so important they need to advertise and discuss it on the "information super highway" (dorky), so everyone can know all about them. Plus, blogging is just way too trendy for me. I'm not that hip. I don't like sushi, I don't do Photoshop, I don't own a digital camera, and I don't send people endless streams of photos of myself and my other cool friends, drunk as hell at some random bar.
Either way, here I am. Call me a fuckin hypocrit, that's ok. But really, this blog is motivated by a desire to not necessarily have anything particularly important to say, and yet at the same time, address some certain topics that are in fact pretty important. Like...the lost concept of 3rd wave feminism. And also to rant and bitch about things that I think a lot of people can relate to. No mundane details about my life, no stories about Rice Krispies or ex-boyfriends. Just straight up top-of-the-head truth serum. A perfect reflection of my super dorky, contradictory, and brutally honest personality. Enjoy.
Either way, here I am. Call me a fuckin hypocrit, that's ok. But really, this blog is motivated by a desire to not necessarily have anything particularly important to say, and yet at the same time, address some certain topics that are in fact pretty important. Like...the lost concept of 3rd wave feminism. And also to rant and bitch about things that I think a lot of people can relate to. No mundane details about my life, no stories about Rice Krispies or ex-boyfriends. Just straight up top-of-the-head truth serum. A perfect reflection of my super dorky, contradictory, and brutally honest personality. Enjoy.
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