One of my friends is getting on my last nerve. She is a budding feminist, which I can tolerate most of the time. However, it is times like these when she needs stop blaming the male human race and look at herself as a person.
First off, I can't stand people who generalize. Every man in the world has not done you wrong. Every man does not incorporate certain habits just because their Y chromosome told them to. As long as labels exist, we have this problem.
Secondly, isn't feminism supposed to empower the female? I don't think one is a true feminist if she spends 95% of the time downing men or complaining about men just to make her feel better about herself. And if you're a true feminist, how would you let a man completely ruin your day? He is not living your life. You are. And if plans fall through, make your own. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy being you. Find someone else who is ten times better to occupy your time. And if that can't happen at the moment, take the time to make a better you. You are not perfect and every human being is in that same boat with you. Take time to get to know yourself. Change what you can change and LOVE you. I hate to see you like this. Take every negative in your life and find at least one positive. Progress...don't suppress.
The End.
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Monday, May 4, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Why you gotta make it so hard?
It's depressing to talk to my sister sometimes. Tonight's conversation was one of those instances. She doesn't feel motivated to do anything and it scares me. Ultimately, she knows what she wants in life, but she definitely has to work harder in order to obtain those goals. She wants to focus on the present, which includes getting through high school and graduation.
This school year has been rough for the both of us. Sometimes I don't realize what she goes through at home. She's around my mother, who constantly complains about the current financial situation and how every household item is going to shit (maybe it's the 10-year curse), so that's more money down the drain. They even had to "borrow" money from her just so they could pay off crazy bills. That was her car money nonetheless. Regardless, we're all affected by the recession, and maybe that's one of the reasons why she didn't get into some of the colleges she applied to.
I've always had a positive mentality towards hardships and whatnot. I feel like if I was in her shoes, I would deal with the problems and try to better myself instead of being in a vegetative state. Life is not going to change if you don't put in work. And it's not even like she's tried to do anything and is now scared of failure.
I know my strict parents have a lot to do with how she's turned out, but she can still gain some sort of independence even under their roof. Once she's trusted to drive safely by herself, she can commute to community college and hold down the job she's had for the past several months. Once she handles that responsibility, my parents should be able to give her more freedom. It's like she's content with the way things are, even though she is clearly unhappy.
No matter how much I tell her, she's always going to feel this way. And it hurts. She's my best friend and I want nothing but the best experiences for her. But if she doesn't believe in them, then they are not going to happen.
Frankly, I'm tired of hearing it. Unless she wants and desires change and is willing to work for it, we have (almost) nothing serious to talk about.
This school year has been rough for the both of us. Sometimes I don't realize what she goes through at home. She's around my mother, who constantly complains about the current financial situation and how every household item is going to shit (maybe it's the 10-year curse), so that's more money down the drain. They even had to "borrow" money from her just so they could pay off crazy bills. That was her car money nonetheless. Regardless, we're all affected by the recession, and maybe that's one of the reasons why she didn't get into some of the colleges she applied to.
I've always had a positive mentality towards hardships and whatnot. I feel like if I was in her shoes, I would deal with the problems and try to better myself instead of being in a vegetative state. Life is not going to change if you don't put in work. And it's not even like she's tried to do anything and is now scared of failure.
I know my strict parents have a lot to do with how she's turned out, but she can still gain some sort of independence even under their roof. Once she's trusted to drive safely by herself, she can commute to community college and hold down the job she's had for the past several months. Once she handles that responsibility, my parents should be able to give her more freedom. It's like she's content with the way things are, even though she is clearly unhappy.
No matter how much I tell her, she's always going to feel this way. And it hurts. She's my best friend and I want nothing but the best experiences for her. But if she doesn't believe in them, then they are not going to happen.
Frankly, I'm tired of hearing it. Unless she wants and desires change and is willing to work for it, we have (almost) nothing serious to talk about.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Unseasonable weather = unseasonable taste.
A semi-warm front has hit the East Coast for a bit and I am not complaining. I could deal with the 60-degree weather attire: T-shirts, short-sleeved hoodies, and even a few dresses in between. But of course, with the unexpected weather shift, there comes the ones who shouldn't have walked out of their house/dorm/apartment with their ensembles in the first place.
I guess all I can say is "Fishnets, skirts, and muffin tops, oh my!"
I still don't understand it. I'm a big girl. I'm smart enough to cover my midsection and rock a smooth, yet still curved figure. Some people need to invest in the sit-down test: When in the fitting room/your private room, put on a shirt with a regular pair of jeans and sit down. If the shirt reveals any rolls or back fat, the you probably shouldn't wear it in public. I don't know. That just seems uncomfortable to me. I know I'm not perfect, but I try my best to rock shirts/jeans that fit and that I can breathe in. I just can't stand seeing girls getting up and walking out of the classroom showing places where the sun (or any form of light) shouldn't shine. Jeans can be another problem. We all know about the low-rise jeans trend. I feel that you have to be a certain size to show those off as well. If a girl has any form of a gut, most likely she shouldn't wear a shirt that just hits the top of her jeans or wear supertight jeans and come home with a dent in the bottom of her stomach.
Bottom line: Cover it up. You'll have less stress that way. It's okay to take risks, but make sure they're practical.
End rant.
I guess all I can say is "Fishnets, skirts, and muffin tops, oh my!"
I still don't understand it. I'm a big girl. I'm smart enough to cover my midsection and rock a smooth, yet still curved figure. Some people need to invest in the sit-down test: When in the fitting room/your private room, put on a shirt with a regular pair of jeans and sit down. If the shirt reveals any rolls or back fat, the you probably shouldn't wear it in public. I don't know. That just seems uncomfortable to me. I know I'm not perfect, but I try my best to rock shirts/jeans that fit and that I can breathe in. I just can't stand seeing girls getting up and walking out of the classroom showing places where the sun (or any form of light) shouldn't shine. Jeans can be another problem. We all know about the low-rise jeans trend. I feel that you have to be a certain size to show those off as well. If a girl has any form of a gut, most likely she shouldn't wear a shirt that just hits the top of her jeans or wear supertight jeans and come home with a dent in the bottom of her stomach.
Bottom line: Cover it up. You'll have less stress that way. It's okay to take risks, but make sure they're practical.
End rant.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Roommate Rant Part 1
There probably won't be a part 2 because I can tolerate her for the most part.
So here's the thing: I hate listening to phone arguments. Most likely they go around in circles and nothing gets resolved. From the sounds of it, roommate and boy used to go out and the dude wants to be friends again, but he can't handle the fact that she has a life and practically no time for him. Now my roomie is cool as hell, but she sounds all kinds of stressed right now. If I was her, I would've hung up the phone a long time ago.
I just can't see how girls can deal with incompetent guys. If you're an intelligent woman, why settle for less?
However, I know as much as the next girl about how kindness can be a weakness sometimes. You let him express his concerns and feelings, no matter how redundant or meaningless to you it may be. I think that's her problem.
Lately, I've been saying/thinking a lot of rude things (saying mostly to friends or myself). It's a matter of keeping a balance between the aggressive and the passive, which is being assertive. That reminds me of learning about drugs in grade school when teachers would show us the three ways of saying no to drugs.
Bottom line: he sounds like an idiot and should never deserve her time, no matter what kind of history they had. What's done is done and it sounds like things would never escalate to that point again. So why the frustrating phone call that will distract me from sleep? Well, at least tomorrow's my late class day.
In the meantime, I need poetic inspiration. However, I do have an idea for a screenplay. Hopefully things will flush out in the writing realm.
(She just hung up the phone. If he calls back, I hope he yells enough to induce laryngitis.)
So here's the thing: I hate listening to phone arguments. Most likely they go around in circles and nothing gets resolved. From the sounds of it, roommate and boy used to go out and the dude wants to be friends again, but he can't handle the fact that she has a life and practically no time for him. Now my roomie is cool as hell, but she sounds all kinds of stressed right now. If I was her, I would've hung up the phone a long time ago.
I just can't see how girls can deal with incompetent guys. If you're an intelligent woman, why settle for less?
However, I know as much as the next girl about how kindness can be a weakness sometimes. You let him express his concerns and feelings, no matter how redundant or meaningless to you it may be. I think that's her problem.
Lately, I've been saying/thinking a lot of rude things (saying mostly to friends or myself). It's a matter of keeping a balance between the aggressive and the passive, which is being assertive. That reminds me of learning about drugs in grade school when teachers would show us the three ways of saying no to drugs.
Bottom line: he sounds like an idiot and should never deserve her time, no matter what kind of history they had. What's done is done and it sounds like things would never escalate to that point again. So why the frustrating phone call that will distract me from sleep? Well, at least tomorrow's my late class day.
In the meantime, I need poetic inspiration. However, I do have an idea for a screenplay. Hopefully things will flush out in the writing realm.
(She just hung up the phone. If he calls back, I hope he yells enough to induce laryngitis.)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Rant poem. (7/30)
Tension builds around my heart
In conjunction with walls and mantras
(Supposedly my protection)
Pushing myself into being
Too good for most
When I may just be a hypocrite
Like most
Judging people by surface conversations
Instead of taking time
To find gems underneath
But who has enough time
For those awkward situations?
The tapping thumbs
While pretending to listen
To ramblings about nothing
Or loving the build
And hating the brain
Or finding commercial
In what you thought was complexity
How many does it take?
It's like a game:
Tally up the hit and runs,
Mindless crushes
Love of lusts
(So listless it needs its own scoreboard)
And we get nowhere.
There's no psychic palm reader
Who can tell me
When I can find that one
Beyond the crowd
So now I'm stuck
Between fate and consequence.
(Written in the HU registration line. Why not subject to cynicism? And yes I am a day behind...oops lol)
In conjunction with walls and mantras
(Supposedly my protection)
Pushing myself into being
Too good for most
When I may just be a hypocrite
Like most
Judging people by surface conversations
Instead of taking time
To find gems underneath
But who has enough time
For those awkward situations?
The tapping thumbs
While pretending to listen
To ramblings about nothing
Or loving the build
And hating the brain
Or finding commercial
In what you thought was complexity
How many does it take?
It's like a game:
Tally up the hit and runs,
Mindless crushes
Love of lusts
(So listless it needs its own scoreboard)
And we get nowhere.
There's no psychic palm reader
Who can tell me
When I can find that one
Beyond the crowd
So now I'm stuck
Between fate and consequence.
(Written in the HU registration line. Why not subject to cynicism? And yes I am a day behind...oops lol)
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