i really hate when people say “this is who i am, love me or hate me, deal with it” and the like. it’s always someone lacking any self-awareness and is convinced that being an obligatory dick is some brave breaking of new ground. ooh, you’re so edgy because you treat people like garbage. so transparent. i know what you’re doing.
“I went to film school, so I have an eye for
things. I see things thru a lens sometimes. And
i must confess, I am in love with your profile.
You look like an angel from a Pedro Almodovar
film. I think i could stare at your profile for
hours. I think i prefer your left side more then
your right, but i cannot be certain.”—
Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with, “Have you considered that sometimes women acquire free drinks at bars?” is like walking into graduate school during Philosophy finals and saying, “Have you considered that the color blue that I see may not be the color blue that you see?”
Imagine you are the guy who just walked into that Philosophy class and laid that shit down. Imagine the class full of students who have worked very hard and committed themselves and sacrificed to be here, students who have spent several years of their lives learning about this subject. Imagine now their feelings when you go to the head of the classroom with a smirk on your face and demand the professor give you an A for effort. Imagine now that they think you are a douchebag asshole, because they do, and because you are. You are a douchebag asshole because you are obviously so self-centered, arrogant, and completely ignorant of the world around you, that you thought you could walk into a high-level course with no background and no work and say something profoundly simplistic and totally unrelated and also everybody should congratulate you for having done this thing, so brave, so provocative.
today is special. i got my cute new vest and my cute new laptop. now i can look cute while keeping warm in my bed late at night while keeping connected to the world. great, now i’ll really never read a book again.
i’ve had the same few lyrics from interpol’s ‘pace is the trick’ in my head all. fucking. day.
you are known for insatiable needs/i don’t know a thing you are known for insatiable needs/i don’t know a thing you are known for insatiable needs/i don’t know a thing you are known for insatiable needs/i don’t know a thing you are known for insatiable needs/i don’t know a thing
Bratmobile was one of the driving forces of the riot grrl feminist punk movement in the 90’s. Like Bikini Kill, the band was inspired by a collaborative zine called “Girl Germs” created by founding members Allison Wolfe and Molly Neuman. Pottymouth was their only full-length release.
Mhm mmm mhmm, Bratmobile! I love their snarky ‘Girls Only’ schoolyard punk rock anthems.
I need more riot girrls in my life. Fact.
such a great underrated band. i once wrote a letter to allison wolffe and then we started exchanging words via myspace later on. she also signed one of my records. my bestfriend went to their show and got it signed for me. she mentioned i was in italy and allison said deadpan “shit, i wish i was in italy.” one or two of their songs may or may not end up on a mix i’m making for someone right now.
“Here’s a thing about mansplaining and why I care a lot about it: it is annoying, and frustrating, and insulting, and deeply rooted in institutionalized sexism, and often profoundly harmful to women. We talk about all of that. What we don’t always talk about is how easily it shades into gaslighting: your reality is false, my reality is true. The biggest mansplainer I’ve known made me doubt my sanity for years; I am still recovering. This isn’t just a supremely sexist and problematic internet habit. It can be a psychologically violent act.”—
If you didn't have to worry about money and could do anything in the world, what would you want to do?
travel EVERYWHERE; go to school and take every class i wanted to; buy a house with a huge expanse kitchen and make all the food my current kitchen makes me too anxious to make; make sure that house has tons of land and adopt dozens of dogs. i think i would also invite every struggling friend of mine to live there with me and we could start a real but not overtly hippy-dippy commune.
i will be picking you up at like 10:45 on saturday morning so don’t stay up too late, missy. we will meet two fine ladies at a coffee bean and take a little tram up to griffith observatory. bring 50cents.
“… here’s my actual theory beyond, uh, the huge, hilarious jokes I have. Here’s my real theory: if you’re so pro-life and you’re so pro-child, then adopt one that’s already here that’s very unwanted and very alone and needs someone to take care of it, to get it out of a horrible situation. OK? People say, “Why don’t you do that!” and I say, “‘Cause I hate fuckin’ kids and couldn’t care less.” Couldn’t give a fuck. Don’t care at all about abortion. It’s your choice, case closed, the end, bottom line… . You’re not a human till you’re in my phone book. There. My hat is now in the political ring.”—Bill Hicks
one of my best days ever was this past summer. i woke up with an awful person, had sex, drove up to malibu creek state park with my bestfriend, took some ativan, ate half an edible and hiked and swam here:
we hiked back to the car, drove to my other bestfriend’s apartment. i laid nearly comatose on the carpet until we decided to go eat at Pink’s. i ate 2 hot dogs and some nacho cheese chili fries. the whole day was an amazing haze that i mostly attribute to my brain not working as anxiously as usual.
let’s do it again!
Soundtrack for this day? or a song that reminds you of this day?
honestly? swv’s ‘right here’, the mj ‘human nature’ remix. it was right after he died and i rediscovered the song thanks to rich and tracie. i was listening to it non-stop!