I seem to live in a constant state of in between, always asking myself, “Why are you doing this?” and only being able to answer, “Why not?”
And although this seems to be adventurous and spontaneous, it is also reckless and careless, and leaves me hollow. “Why not?” isn’t justification for destruction.
"Why not?" isn’t justification for destruction.
This just in: I now am a program director and volleyball coach for the Napa Skyhawks.
This should be fun.
My actual shopping list:
Apparently, I’m having a bad week so far.
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
And once again, I find myself living for those around me and for their expectations of my life.
I need to tattoo to my forehead, “This is YOUR life. Do what YOU want. Fuck the world.” Maybe then it’ll stick.
shadowjourneys and I are now officially models.
We shot with a winery yesterday and soon our faces will be plastered all over their website.
Life takes you strange places, folks…