"something" by the Beatles, except instead of "she" and "her", "peanut butter".
My first exam for psych tomorrow, ah! I feel as though my intense week-long study has prepared me well for it but I can’t help be scared :(
remember that time I got drunk alone on a Saturday night and did this?
because the deep recesses of my pictures folder does.
My life has spiraled down into some kind of horrible abyss that involves not at all ironic or funny fanfiction.
It kind of bothers me how far people will go to push the blame for their own mistakes or flaws onto other people/events/what have you.
This Gender Studies essay is really evading me. I can’t even come up with a thesis ugh.
I hate this place. Everyone is connected to everyone.
I saw a facebook post someone had liked last night. In the comments was a guy I went on one date with, someone I’d gotten drunk with, someone who’d tried to ask me out and failed and two friends of a friend. I had no idea any of these people knew each other. olj.
It’s beginning to befuddle me how little people are able to grow up.
There’s nothing wrong with whimsy, but you’re acting like a dramatic 12 year old who just took Mean Girls seriously.
Reasons I will not be going to the Brisbane Slut Walk. (TW)
I feel I need to start this post with a disclaimer: I am probably the angriest of feminists you could come across in Brisbane. I understand rape culture, and like most women here and in the Western world, sexual assault survivors or not, have witnessed and/or experienced the effects of rape culture. Victim blaming is NEVER okay and I will never, ever support it.
BUT it also needs to be acknowledged that the Slut Walk phenomenon is hugely problematic. Rape culture doesn’t only exist in this tiny white, straight, cis facet. The idea of slut walk-ing is great, yes, but it’s not inclusive to anyone that doesn’t fit the “acceptable feminist norm”. It does not account for rape being okay (in the eyes of mainstream rape culture society) if it serves to “make her straight again”, if she can “handle it” because she’s a woman of colour, if it’s just “part of being transgendered” or the huge myriad of bullshit I’ve heard in newspapers, in buses, from the mouths of people who I would normally consider hugely intelligent and rational. I’m not going to speak for woc or trans people of any description as I am not either. But speaking as someone who is deeefinitely not straight, I don’t feel that the Slut Walk really speaks for me. The Slut Walk only aligns with my experiences of rape culture in one tiny facet and neglects to even mention the rest of the huge, for lack of a better analogy, web of rape culture that exists in our society. This is a great start, yes, but where are the Slut Walks for people that aren’t upper middle class, straight, white and cis? Where are the Slut Walks for ANYTHING but this one-dimensional view of rape culture (however horrible this single dimension is on it’s own)?
Okay, it could be argued that the Slut Walk is done for THIS very narrow purpose, but the thing is - this is large scale (which is brilliant), and there are so many more facets of rape culture that could be brought to light in mainstream media, or even mentioned. Let’s be honest, we’re all acting like the rest of this victim blaming attitude doesn’t exist, and that needed to be addressed.
To finish, if there were a Slut Walk that catered to the above needs, then I would march in it until my feet bled and possibly fell off. But for now all I can do is hope that one day the scope of this will become a little more broad.
Sometimes I wonder whether I would rather step into the Tardis or 221B.
I need to pick up a hobby while everyone leaves during the uni break.
EATING HEALTHY JUST KIDDING NEVER.
Learning how to sew.
Spending more time cooking.
Read all of the feminist literature I’ve been meaning to (hi Bell Hooks).
Getting into more classic literature and/or getting distracted and reading Lolita again.
Redecorating and/or coming up with an ~inspiration board in regards to how I would ideally decorate once I move out of a disgusting room with yellow walls.
Maybe my hobby could become actually learning how to come up with ideas for lists, this is going to be terrible.
Making too many text posts tonight, call the cops.
I am so so so ridiculously and all consuming-ly happy with my life right now despite all of the uni crises I’m being ridiculous over. I really like where my life is going currently. I like the people I spend my time with, and that I don’t really waste my time on people with no sense of feminism, equal rights etc. I like laughing alone on buses and becoming That Person because I’m remembering stupid jokes or something that happened on the weekend. It’s nice to be in a place I can ~be happy with for right now and I am overwhelmingly content.
my mother has declared Louis to be her favourite 1d member and now knows his life story.
Zayn is clearly the best.
your mother needs to be schooled on 1d tbh.
I feel like I should know what I want to do with my life by now.