I know everyone knows this and it has been said ten thousand million gazillion times but
just because someone shares (reblogs) something without giving commentary or whatever
that doesn’t mean they endorse it
that doesn’t mean they are completely against it.
I mean, they could be. But that’s the point. Who knows? Not you, definitely not you, because you aren’t them so STOP projecting yourself on others thank you.
Do y’all really get riled up over this awards nom stuff?
Sure it’s good to acknowledge someone who did something brilliant but at the end of the day, who cares. I like what I like, you like what you like, who gives a shit?
And c’mon, do you think the people really care if they win or not? I understand being a bit sad if you put in a lot of work and kinda expected to get some recognition this time around but you end up getting snubbed … but at the end of the day, why are you in this line of business? To get statuettes or do what you love? Jesus.
Oscar psychos on my dash are pissing me off.
The reason why it is taking me a year and a half to get through the ASOIAF books is because they do not stimulate me.
I find them to be so predictable; not exactly plotwise but metaphorwise. I wanna be forced to read a section, put the book down and mull over and contemplate what I just read. I suppose it is also why I’ve been having an issue reading ANYTHING.
I want a challenge. All this just reminds me of that empty feeling I got after catching up in Breaking Bad. So, so stimulating. So perfect. And I didn’t know how to fill the hole that it left other than moaning to Bridget about wanting to rewatch it immediately.
I’m currently reading J.K. Rowling’s A Casual Vacancy but I’ve reached a point of stagnation. Don’t get me wrong, it is absolutely wonderful. I suppose my tendency to crave scifi/fantasy type things are getting in the way.
What to do, what to do.
There’s nothing I cannot stand more than someone who is unwilling to put in a little bit of work. I can’t stand when people just … do things to get ahead instead of doing it to enrich themselves.
I want to talk to someone new.
Well, not necessarily new. Not exactly someone I haven’t talk to in a while. I want a fresh experience. Have a chance to open up and connect with someone. Enjoy their quirks. Get excited when I find out we have similar interests. Have them laugh at the way I say certain words. Someone who can put up with my long periods of silence.
Is it sad that on the bus going back home I allowed a total stranger to sleep on my shoulder? Albeit, he would jerk awake periodically and pull away, but, darn, he must’ve been sleepy ‘cause he kept on ending up back on there. It was nice.
Intimate without getting too personal.
I wish it was easier for me to talk to people.
I still don’t understand how there are still people on this earth who blame rape victims… I don’t give two craps if she’s shitfaced drunk (and I don’t wanna hear “GRANTED, SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN PARTYING SO HARD…”/statements from unthreatened males/women who have never been in these situations or think they are morally superior), that doesn’t permit anyone to do anything other than making sure she’s safe. This is so … Infuriating…
There’s nothing I hate more than a person with a sense of entitlement. Unfortunately, there are two entitled heaux living down the hall from me. It’s quite sad how different people can end up being simply due to how/where they were brought up. The girl down the hall is from the city just like a few of us but … y’know. She was raised in that kind of way.
Honestly, all that could come to mind is that she’s an embodiment of Regina George. She’s downright disgusting and doesn’t even realize it.
I also can’t stand when you invite someone into your home and they act like they own the place. I was raised in way where, if you enter someone’s home (for the first time or for the umpteenth time), you say hello to everyone. Especially the parents. Hell, you wake up in the morning and you make sure you say good morning to your family members. Otherwise you’ll be stared down.
Mulling this over, I suddenly remembered one of my younger cousin’s friends. This girl … If my aunt is taking us all out someplace and she purchases something for her child, my cousin’s friend would become indignant and demand, “Why didn’t you buy ME anything?” She’s a close friend (close meaning that she’s always visiting my aunt’s home) but since when did it become law for my aunt to purchase things for you? The damn girl would become legitimately upset over this. Um???
I am amazed every single day.
I’ve seen a bunch of people complaining that certain blogs only reblog/post things that are “popular” only to get notes.
Although I can see why that’s considered a little annoying
I’d rather someone posting/reblogging “popular” pics and gifs
than someone who is doin the most to make a funny/successful text post. No one wants to see your lame jokes.
I wear clothes that don’t exactly flaunt my breasts and it’s always amusing when people are like, “OH MY GOSH, SAM, YOU HAVE BOOBS.” Don’t get me wrong, they aren’t even C’s but they’re right for me. I’m ok with not showing em all the time.
But that probably has to do with the fact that my physical insecurities are placed elsewhere hahahahahaha…/sobs
Love your bodies, girls. You’re the one who has to stay with it forever, no one else. Your bodies are lovely.
In all honesty, though
I grew up on PBS. And Animal Planet and Discovery Channel. All of that.
When I do watch television nowadays, which is rare, I don’t mind watching programs on those channels.
Idk, we always talk about how kids nowadays missed out on the awesome cartoon shows from our generation but dang
Can you imagine them without PBS?
I always intended to watch PBS with my kids in the future like my parents did with me.
After viewing those videos onorobo put up, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I eat meat. I enjoy meat. Meat is delicious.
I’ve never had an inclination to become vegetarian because in the animal kingdom (which we are very much a part of), when an animal is hungry, it hunts and eats its prey. I think that we definitely waste a load of food (wow didn’t I just make a post about this?). I believe if we just bred and harvested what we need, everything would be hunky-dory. After all, other animals do not kill unnecessarily. They hunt what they need to survive and that’s that.
So now I’m conflicted. Do I stop eating meat because of the animal abuse in the meat industry?
I love animals, you guys know that. It really pained me, watching those videos.
I don’t know. I suppose I’ll come to a decision by tonight.
Isn’t it weird that candidates always say that the incumbent hasn’t achieved anything or haven’t done enough? I’m pretty sure Obama said it about Bush, too.
Whether or not the accused achieved anything, isn’t it a bit subjective?
I’m just musing. Maybe it would be better if we pointed out what was and wasn’t done specifically.
Then again, people want to be vague. It allows more people to get onboard and agree with you.
When everything was falling to pieces with my relationship, Ma asked me whether I wanted to speak with a male about the situation. She figured that speaking to a male about what had happened would help shed some light on men and their ways. When things had fallen out with her ex, she spoke to her friend Mike about things and the things she knew in the back of head were reinforced. She figured if I talked to Mike, the same would happen with me.
If I had spoken to Mike, I would have heard about how “this is just how guys are” and that “they’re different” and “they think with their penises sometimes.”
From the get go, I did not want to talk to a male about what was happening with me. One, I’m a private person. Two, I was already starting to feel a bit better so I didn’t see a need to tell everyone my business.
Three … I can’t listen to that. Why are those the explanations that are given time and time again?
By saying “that’s just how they are, they think with their penises,” you remove the blame from them. He didn’t do it, his penis did.
His penis cheated on me? No. It didn’t. He was consciously aware of the situation, knew it was wrong, but discredited all of that and cheated on me anyway.
Now let’s say it was a female who cheated on her significant other. No one would say, “I know it hurts a lot right now. I’m sorry that your heart was broken. But, you see, that’s just how they are. It was her vagina. Sometimes, y’know, they just can’t stop it.”
That would never be said. Why? Because, unfortunately, in this society, it’s more acceptable for a male to cheat than it is for a woman. She’s a whore, she’s disgusting, she’s ripping apart “positive family values” etc etc so on and so forth. And it’s not fair.
Don’t get me wrong: no one should be excused for their actions on account of their body parts. However, when it comes down to it, males get a pass because of their penis and females, well, now you’re a whore, tough luck.
So I was wondering to myself: why is it this way?
I think at the core of it all, it’s because of how penises typically function in sexual situations. They become swollen with blood, erect, animated. Unless the male is wearing concealing pants, someone can notice when he has an erection. For females, the vulva becomes engorged; you can’t notice that happening when she’s clothed.
It’s easy to blame his cheating on his penis, I mean, look at it, it moved, it has a mind of its own.
Nope. When it comes down to it, it’s all him. Don’t let anyone disillusion you (if you’re attracted to males) by saying it was the fault of his penis. And guys, don’t disillusion yourselves. It’s downright embarrassing.
Plus, if we continue to describe the situation as “his penis did it,” we’re just reinforcing the idea that it wasn’t the rapist, it was his penis.
I’m totally down for that. Although I don’t think my organs would be used in research (that would be awesome), at least they may be used to save someone’s life.
So I told Ma that I was checking the Organ Donor box.
Man … the face she gave me.
“You’re supposed to be buried whole.”
“But I could save someone’s life.”
“Having your remains all chopped up, that’s not right.”
Soooo… I believe she thinks this way because of her religion. But, really? That’s what would prevent you from donating a lung or a heart to someone in need? And this means that plenty of others think this way, too…
Jesus. Do you know what that means? What if I needed a kidney or a liver or something? Ma’s telling me that she wouldn’t give it to me. That hurts.
It seems like more and more each day I’m seeing how—I don’t want to say selfish— unwilling people are to share what they’ve got with others for the sake of, I don’t know, the need of someone else. Is it really that hard to share?
I will never understand this.
You have people of color going around saying nigga all the time, right? Ok, no biggie. Because, y’know, “nigga” is a thousand miles different from saying “nigger.” There are members of the black community who believe saying nigga is no big deal and…
If it’s a term of endearment, then why not allow white people to also say the nigga? I simply do not think that it’s fair for people to get up in arms when a white person says it.
I believe you missed my point entirely. I did not say, “if white people can’t, no one can.” I meant, if one is going to make a big deal over white people saying nigga, it is only fair to make a big deal when anyone else says it, too. How is it okay for us and not them? That’s just creating more social barriers; barriers that we’re trying to pull down. If this word is going to continue to be used by society, we should be able to accept anyone who says it. It should be as if we are blind to the color of a person’s skin when nigga is uttered. Again, if it’s too big of an issue, we should stop using the word nigga.