"[S]he will not compromise for less than God’s own share of the world while they have settled for less than Man’s."
I’m not normally one to feel jealous but there is this girl in one of my music classes and not only is she a phenomenal musician/singer but she is also a gifted writer, a model with impeccable style, and a genuinely kind person.
How do some people in this world seem to have it all and how do they all make it look so effortless?
It’s amazing how aggressive I’m becoming. Okay, maybe aggressive isn’t the right word. Assertive? I feel like enlightened would be the only accurate way to phrase it though for I’m simply realising that I don’t actually have to put up with other’s nastiness.
When I guy comes up to the bar at work and gets a kick out of being misogynistic and belittling I don’t have to politely laugh. I can call him out and demand that he approach me with the same level of respect that he would like to receive. It’s always amazing to watch how quickly these men then turn around and call me a bitch to their friends. As if they are entitled to my kindness regardless of how inappropriately they behave.
I am no longer afraid to turn to the man on the train that has been gazing upon me for the past ten minutes and ask him if I can help him with something. Old me used to just sit and accept how uncomfortable these people were making me feel. New me now sees that they have no right to do so.
Just last night as I was getting out of my car (which was parked down a dark side street) and I saw a man leering in the back watching my every move. He had stopped walking down the street as soon as he saw me and after about a minute of this I confronted him as well, snapped a picture of his face, and went off to work.
I guess I say all of this to say that I am finally reaching a point in my life where I recognise the fact that I don’t have to accept being treated as a doormat. I have lived 21 years of my life being accommodating and fearful but I just have no tolerance for it anymore. If being a bitch means that I am no longer willing to passively accept blatant disrespect from others, male or female, then I will happily don a scarlet ‘B’ upon my chest.
My professor just took about fifteen minutes or so of his last lecture to discuss the importance of ‘fat Tony’ knowledge (a.k.a. street smarts) and remind us that universities only test one narrow kind of knowledge. He then discussed the fact that it’s drive, not IQ, that determines how successful we’ll be.
Point is that it was cool of him to take the time to encourage us like that. Good bloke.
Where the inspirational figure is selected for us, and the gap between their life and ours is too great, the effect is not one of encouragement but of disillusionment - especially if their story is told in terms of personal qualities like bravery or persistence.
Knowing a famous person has the same impairment as you can be reassuring, but only in the vague way that hearing of a successful distant relative is reassuring.
Most of us will never scale Everest, compete for our country at sports or have a showbiz career. This doesn’t mean we’ve failed.
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For BBC’s Mental Health Awareness Week, Mark Brown questions the value of glorifying role models who share our own disabilities and pathologies.
A flipside of the same coin to consider is the perilous “tortured genius” myth of creativity, which implies that depression, addiction, and other mental health issues that plagued some successful creators were central to their genius. The human antidotes to this mythology are worthy role models.
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The assimilated homo doesn’t understand why I don’t protest the Boy Scouts of America for being homophobic, or why I don’t give a shit about gays in the military or—gasp!—legal marriage rights. I presume that the assimilated gay world finds it very divisive of me, protesting my lesbian and gay sisters and brothers instead of the straight world at large. What they don’t get is this: I don’t give a shit about the straight world. Sure, dominant society is just that: DOMINANT. No consent here. But, you see, I’m not trying to make room for myself in it. We fagulously freaky queerbos are not looking for a seat at the table of normality.
- Josina Manu Maltzman - “Revolting” (via riley-ferretboy-konor)
(via feminishblog)
I stayed in bed for over an hour
looked at things on my phone
I felt slightly anxious about nothing particular
I walked downstairs and poured coffee into a jar
I asked a person on the internet if I should take drugs
I took drugs before the person had time to respond
I feel alienated by people who express concern about me without
defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal
I dont feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife
I dont want to continue experiencing things after I die
I want someone to pull my hair because I like the idea of someone
controlling my head without touching my head
what is the difference between being an independent person
and being a person who is accepting of loneliness
- “Today My Alarm Went Off at 12:30 p.m.,” Mira Gonzalez (via commovente)
(via wah-mos)
The sun is shining, I have no Uni or work today, and I had some of the best sex of my young life last night and this morning.
Days like these…ugh <3.
When things are down and you feel like the whole world’s against you and everything’s changing so fast, what you do is you look at everything in the face and say ‘I happen to think it’s going to be a lovely day.’
- Ian Rubbish, “It’s a Lovely Day,” Top of the Pops (5/18/13)
I needed this.
(Source: nbcsnl, via lalaladylove)
