You know who you are and quite frankly I am tired of your SAPPY SELF.
Please go take your need to express your love for your significant other elsewhere and out of my lovely Tumblr feed.
Your sappiness has caused you to stray far from reality.
Sigh, or maybe I’m just the anti Cupid and believe that public displays of affection, or in this case, public expressions of your affection via Tumblr, are tacky and should be kept private or between you and your loved one.
There is only so much I can handle. An occasional expression of your love is normal. But this, oh this I can’t.
As for me, I love my boyfriend, but I rather tell him that than a bunch of people I don’t know on the Internet.
An unfollowed friend.
Never forget 3 types of people in your life:
- Who helped you in your difficult times.
- Who left you in your difficult times.
- Who put you in difficult times.
The Evolution of Me Through Selfies.
2007 - Present
Poison Oak by Bright Eyes is one of those songs that speaks to my soul. And I feel so privileged that I was able to hear it performed live this evening. #4thtimesacharm (at Santa Monica Pier)
It makes me really mad when people find out I don’t eat meat and say things like “wowww you’re missing out” like fuck you. Do I tell you, “wow you’re missing out” just because you don’t like idk, say, peanut butter?
Instead of telling me I’m “missing out” because I don’t share your food preferences, why don’t you just respect my tastes and shut the fuck up you un-empathetic, piece of shit.
So I thought I’d take a break from writing my paper to informally post on here about some of the research I’ve been doing for my thesis project.
In a nutshell, through my thesis project, my aim is to educate others about gender stereotyping and to explore/research the issues surrounding how women/men are portrayed in the media.
Anyway, for the past few weeks I have been reading this booked by Judith Butler called Gender Trouble, and my mind has thoroughly been fucked by it. Here’s an excerpt from my paper to peak your interest:
Butler’s Gender Trouble discussed the ideas surrounding gender identity and the relations between gender and sex. In the opening chapter, she undermines in a way, the distinction between sex as a “natural given category and gender as an acquired cultural- social category” (Butler, 1990). My understanding of this, was that sex is what defines our biological identity, whereas gender is defined by our appearance. Butler also argues that sex is a “socially constructed category that stems out of social and cultural practices” meaning that our cultural backgrounds also help to define our gender.
In chapter 1, she begins her critique of identity and gender by challenging our assumptions about the differences between sex and gender, since many people tend to confuse the two and use them interchangeably. She states that sex is biological, while gender is culturally constructed (Butler, 1990).
My main understanding of this text was that the author was claiming that our everyday actions, communication/social interaction, gestures, dress codes and behaviors, all work to produce what is perceived as feminine identity. Our actions are categorized by being either feminine or masculine. The book also discusses the concept of gender performativity, arguing that our sexual identity is a display we constantly act out. This “performativity” includes a wide range of behaviors, from the way we talk, walk, acts that we all keep on performing through the course of our lives, and this performance is what constitutes the meaning of masculine of feminine identities (Butler, 1990).
Further into the book, Butler discussed the idea of forced heterosexuality. She claims that the seemingly natural division of man/woman is founded on the cultural “meta-taboo” regarding homosexuality (Butler, 1990). My impression of this information was that Butler claims that our society is divided by nature, into male and female. Both sexes have pre-determined stereotypes for what is to be expected of them. Ultimately, it seemed to me as if Butler viewed gender as an elaborate fabrication.
…Because I was simply curious as to how painful the process is, and I am finding myself sort of cringing at all of this. Disclaimer: It really isn’t that bad or graphic I suppose, and I am grateful to be living in a country that provides this for women in need of it.
Anyway, pregnancy in and of itself scares me enough, but reading about how a pop of a pill or a surgical procedure can literally break down that labor intensive, happy nest your uterus has built all in a matter of days/weeks, is scary.
To state the obvious, it literally breaks down everything your body has began or already started building. For some reason, I forgot about this detail. Part of me just never wanted to think about the actuality of abortion, so in a sense I guess I assumed that if you snapped your fingers, it was gone.
But there is so much more. Plus 5-6 days of heavy bleeding afterwards.
If there hasn’t been a time in the past to emphasis the importance of safe sex on my blog before, then I guess its now.
Be smart. Educate yourself on protection and where to access it easily and affordably. But more importantly, if you do find yourself facing the decision to terminate pregnancy, familiarize yourself with the abortion process before deciding if it’s the right choice for you.
That is all I have to say on this topic ._.
Because every Bright Eyes concert I’ve been to has taken place during the fall.
Because I can wear my cable knit sweaters and plethora of cardigans.
Because Montrose Oktoberfest exists. And this will be the first year I can actually participate in the drinking festivities!
Because Descanso Gardens fills their main entrance will gazillions of giant pumpkins.
It’s just the seasons to be cute and dress cute and be calm while everything around you is dying and turning yellow and crunchy.
For all of you who still follow me!
I’ve grown to decreasingly post less and less over the past few years since I started this blog, and I really hate that I don’t have as much time to dedicate to posting quality/insightful content on here.
But bear with me. Because change is coming.
Starting tomorrow I want to dedicate my time to posting at minimum, at least 1 original, non-reblogged or selfie posts a day.
Maybe I’ll call it, “The Daily Meep”
I highly recommend this silent documentary to anyone who enjoys time lapse cinematography. It’s simply stunning. #Baraka