December 2011
“Society’s wariness toward sex is highlighted by contrasting it with the greater societal tolerance toward violence. This dichotomy is especially vivid in the media and mass culture, where violent depictions are far more accepted than sexual ones. The contrast was aptly capsulized by Martin Shafer, a top executive at a film production company, when he noted, ‘If a man touches a woman’s breast in a movie, it’s an R rating, but if he cuts off a limb with a chain saw, it’s a PG-13.’”
—Nadine Strossen (from ‘Defending Pornography: Free Speech, Sex and the Fight for Women’s Rights’)
Harry Potter tattoo happening this week!
That’s about as much as I’ve got, the “what” and “where” have yet to be decided upon…I’m torn between images and words…
BUT I’M STILL EXCITED.
"Why I Am a Male Feminist"- Byron Hurt →
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Byron Hurt is a pretty neat person. I recently watched his documentary “Beyond Beats and Rhymes” which was this in-depth look into the rap industry and how it perpetuates not only sexism and misogyny but racism as well…It was incredibly depressing/enlightening and also made me want to start my own record label. Anyways its a good start to learning more about intersectionality.
"Pro-life."
Stop using the term.
You are not pro-life, you are anti-choice.
Don’t act like you give a shit about people that can get pregnant.
If you cared about them, you wouldn’t oppose safe, legal abortion.
But hey, who gives a fuck, because being a self-righteous, misogynistic, fuckbag, slimeball, scumsucking, douchebag is clearly the better option.>”Pro-life”
>”Pro-life” laws kill 70,000 people per year and leave millions permanently injured
>Logical inconsistency
It seems my life is always defined by book releases.
It’s what I live for. Right now I’m living for March. HURRY HURRY HURRY. I’M WAITING FOR YOU.
Revelations of a Book Junkie
In the midst of my deep breaths and low, nonsensical murmurings of calming words as I tweak out over the goings-ons of my most current book this was the sudden revelation I had: I am a hardcore book junkie.
Okay, so this wasn’t necessarily a new revelation but upon further reflection I realized just how true that descriptor was. When I finish a book I get a legit high where my brain goes light, I get ridiculously giddy, and my whole body just feels dizzy with energy and in the case of series, it has me craving the next book with an obsessive, almost painful need. I get lost in that need for days, weeks, months…years where I think about the object of my affections on a regular if not daily basis (as well as haunt chat rooms, read fanfiction, buy merchandise, ANYTHING to remain close to my dear, dear love). The worst thing about being a book addict is that when it comes to series the wait for my next fix can be so fucking long. When I got the third Fever book in the mail after a year of waiting, I was literally having moments where I was too excited to breathe.
I know I have an addictive personality- when I get into something it’s all I can think about for a while or until it runs out (like watching the entirety of Avatar almost straight through) which is why I’m always very aware of the things I take up because in addition to having an addictive personality, I have absolutely no will-power.
So, this is my pointless post, which was more to talk out my revelations and distract myself so I don’t go over the edge while reading this book (even though I already know I won’t be sleeping until it’s done). In any case, of all the things I could have a long standing addiction to, books seems a pretty harmless choice since it doesn’t harm my body, the people I love, or anything but my bank account…and trees. Damn it.
Dear CoolestF, please stop tweaking out over the lives of fictional characters. There is nothing you can do about Qhuinn being A TOTAL FUCKING ASSHAT. Seriously. Just breathe.
I’m too intense about my nonsense sometimes. I JUST CAN’T STAND THIS QHUINN/BLAYLOCK SIDE-PLOT. I JUST NEED THEM TOGETHER. DAMN YOU J.R. WARD.
Commercial Crazy
TW: Body image issues, disordered eating
I get that the primary purpose of television is to feed this consumer driven need to BUY ALL THE SHIT but it still manages to give me conniptions and toss me into bewilderment on a regular basis.
After being abroad for sixth months and not watching any television…okay not watching any commercials, coming home it took weeks to get over the strangeness of television commercials, so many of them are just fucking weird. However another sixth months have come and gone and I’m back to my well-conditioned, oblivious, de-sensitized to the madness self except in one respect, the food commercials that (benevolently?) grant women permission to eat.
I cannot believe how often that theme pops up and when I say I cannot believe it I mean I can believe it I’m just continuously outraged by it. I mean from those ridiculous Dr. Pepper commercials forbidding women from drinking Dr. Pepper 10 (which is a whole other kettle of fish) to these subtly pernicious commercials selling low calorie brownies or pies or whatever which take the marketing strategy of “Hallelujah women can eat sweet shit again” I slowly lose any sort of faith for humanity. I know its a (seemingly) small thing but the constant exposure and as someone who has struggled with my weight and body image my entire life as well as experienced un-healthy eating patterns, self-loathing, and food-guilt, and depression which were rooted in my perception of my body when I see this bullshit a little part of my just gets sucked right back to those moments. Which is why I’m here ranting about it on tumblr.
AND I'M OFFICIALLY RUNNING OUT OF MY BASEMENT
Two spiders in one day?
FUCK THIS NOISE.
