pet peeves. all of them exploding on my head today. so so so so so so so ready to be off! 43 more minutes! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasiogawuerhfg
first pet peeve, and most important: lack of simple respect for another human being. won't go into detail b/c it's not my business, but suffice it to say that when a slutty man *yes, i said it* accuses a girl of being a whore after telling her HOW MANY GIRLS HE'S SLEPT WITH WHILE THEY WERE SLEEPING TOGETHER, my angry button gets pushed. repeatedly. and i can do nothing about it.
second pet peeve: my friends getting screwed over. way too much to type about each situation, but generally, it seems that the universe is crapping on my friends. a false arrest for one, a job loss for another, the above douchery, and one more in a relationship that isn't what she wants right now. all kinds of sadness.
third pet peeve: asking me to do what's out of my control. i try to bend over backwards for people to help them out. it's just who i am and i can't change it *i've tried, believe me, because it gets taxing after a while*, and they just won't work with me. so yeah. just a teensy bit frustrated at the moment. sometimes i feel like becoming nathaniel hawthorne and locking myself in an attic to write. i could get a mini-fridge... a microwave... radio... yeah. that sounds good.
this wasn't the original post. my original post was of all the stupid stuff that went awry YESTERDAY. i want this week to end...
*headdesk*
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Showing posts with label stupid people. Show all posts
28 April 2010
16 January 2010
materialism, i'm not finished with you
i've realized that materialism takes many forms. yes, we, as a society, depend on "coveting thy neighbor's goods" to sustain our economy. but "goods" doesn't just refer to your best friend's shirt, or your sibling's sweet new ride, or even to your neighbor's house. thanks to plastic surgery, you can covet your neighbor's gooooods (i.e., nose, face, boobs, butt) and get that too, only tighter, firmer, smaller, or bigger, depending. i'm taking the opportunity to pick on spencer's better half, heidi, because A) it's easy, B) it's cathartic, and C) she's in the news.
after what i just read (i'm such a loser), i must add D) it's sad.
now, my four loyal readers, i'm not going to turn this into a gossip rag. i'm not going to waste your time (or mine--i have a synopsis to write!) on senseless celebrity drabble because most days, i can't care less who's doing what or whom and when. i'm using heidi as an example of the epidemic that is sweeping girls across our great nation, and across the world. the perception of feminine beauty as thought up by an overweight, balding, old guy. the perception we cling to. that women have to be skinny and super tall, while maintaining big boobs and big bootays.
many, many, many, many moons ago, a famous painter named peter paul reubens painted voluptuous, curvy women like these:
The Three Graces
he painted Venus (the looooooooove goddess) as a curvy blonde. back in his day, which was the 1600s i know, it wasn't a crime to have some meat on dem bones. it was frowned upon to be a skinny, waifish, little thing because that meant you were A) poor or B) diseased. women like the graces were esteemed as beautiful. there are fertility goddess statues of women with large breasts and large bellies. and it was OKAY. it was the STANDARD.
the difference between those cultures and today's culture is that they didn't covet immortality. we do.
we want eternal youth. we women don't just desire growing old wrinkle-free, we DEMAND it! hell hath no fury like a woman scorned by her crows feet and laugh lines! God forbid we tell our stories on our faces. God forbid we look like we've lived.
i can't be the only one disconcerted by what i see on TV and in magazine ads. women who are stick straight with huge boobs, airbrushed to perfection in print; women 40, 50, 60 years old afraid that one wrinkle will transform them into old crones when women who allow themselves to age are so beautiful (and don't freak me out in olay commercials). my grandmother lived to be in her 70s. she didn't have a wrinkle on her because she took care of herself. okay, she had the crows feet, but that was about it. she didn't care if she got them. i loved and admired that, especially in a culture that thinks wrinkles are like cancer. worse, really.
so where does heidi fit? *honestly, i almost forgot i'd mentioned her. i have to try to reign this bad boy in*
heidi falls into the materialistic category that houses plastic surgery. coveting your neighbor's ass, and i don't mean donkey, folks.
there's so much that bothers me about this girl. she's only 23 (i'm 24), and yet she's had at least THIRTEEN surgeries. thirteen. nose, lips, boobs, entire face. and she wants more. it's sad. it's sad that we can't be comfortable in our own skin. and it's even worse that people profit off our insecurities, but of course, people will profit off anything these days. here's a girl, who was actually pretty before, now looking like a trampy barbie doll. honestly. there are lots of things i'd like to change about myself, too, but i'm not going to. because i want to be okay with what i have. i love what my body could be should it lose about 20 pounds (to be in that healthy range). i'm happy with my face. i don't want to think that the only way i can be beautiful is to have some person who doesn't care about me deconstruct my entire body and rebuild it as some plastic mess. i don't want that. i want to explain to my kids, especially if i have girls, that i developed an awesome personality through my ugly faze, and now i'm happy with who i am. what's the point of looking like everyone else?
no one can be happy as-is anymore.
and what chills me is that this girl thinks God's okay with her. um, NO. i dye my hair because i like the colors better. i admit it. but that's as far as i go. she's tucked and enlarged and removed the things that make her who she is, and if she thinks that the "real me" is some inflated, sanded down, superficial surgery-addict, then that's pathetic, and i can guarantee that that is NOT what God created her to be.
see, these bodies don't last, no matter how we try to preserve them. and when heidi dies and decomposes, all that'll remain of her will be silicone.
what kind of legacy are we leaving for our children? we're teaching our sons that girls like heidi are what to look for (forget personalities. those are so pasé), and we're teaching our daughters that you must look like this to be accepted. it's wrong. it's immoral. and it's unfair.
but, again, these are the people we want to be like. go figure.
after what i just read (i'm such a loser), i must add D) it's sad.
now, my four loyal readers, i'm not going to turn this into a gossip rag. i'm not going to waste your time (or mine--i have a synopsis to write!) on senseless celebrity drabble because most days, i can't care less who's doing what or whom and when. i'm using heidi as an example of the epidemic that is sweeping girls across our great nation, and across the world. the perception of feminine beauty as thought up by an overweight, balding, old guy. the perception we cling to. that women have to be skinny and super tall, while maintaining big boobs and big bootays.
many, many, many, many moons ago, a famous painter named peter paul reubens painted voluptuous, curvy women like these:
The Three Graces
he painted Venus (the looooooooove goddess) as a curvy blonde. back in his day, which was the 1600s i know, it wasn't a crime to have some meat on dem bones. it was frowned upon to be a skinny, waifish, little thing because that meant you were A) poor or B) diseased. women like the graces were esteemed as beautiful. there are fertility goddess statues of women with large breasts and large bellies. and it was OKAY. it was the STANDARD.
the difference between those cultures and today's culture is that they didn't covet immortality. we do.
we want eternal youth. we women don't just desire growing old wrinkle-free, we DEMAND it! hell hath no fury like a woman scorned by her crows feet and laugh lines! God forbid we tell our stories on our faces. God forbid we look like we've lived.
i can't be the only one disconcerted by what i see on TV and in magazine ads. women who are stick straight with huge boobs, airbrushed to perfection in print; women 40, 50, 60 years old afraid that one wrinkle will transform them into old crones when women who allow themselves to age are so beautiful (and don't freak me out in olay commercials). my grandmother lived to be in her 70s. she didn't have a wrinkle on her because she took care of herself. okay, she had the crows feet, but that was about it. she didn't care if she got them. i loved and admired that, especially in a culture that thinks wrinkles are like cancer. worse, really.
so where does heidi fit? *honestly, i almost forgot i'd mentioned her. i have to try to reign this bad boy in*
heidi falls into the materialistic category that houses plastic surgery. coveting your neighbor's ass, and i don't mean donkey, folks.
there's so much that bothers me about this girl. she's only 23 (i'm 24), and yet she's had at least THIRTEEN surgeries. thirteen. nose, lips, boobs, entire face. and she wants more. it's sad. it's sad that we can't be comfortable in our own skin. and it's even worse that people profit off our insecurities, but of course, people will profit off anything these days. here's a girl, who was actually pretty before, now looking like a trampy barbie doll. honestly. there are lots of things i'd like to change about myself, too, but i'm not going to. because i want to be okay with what i have. i love what my body could be should it lose about 20 pounds (to be in that healthy range). i'm happy with my face. i don't want to think that the only way i can be beautiful is to have some person who doesn't care about me deconstruct my entire body and rebuild it as some plastic mess. i don't want that. i want to explain to my kids, especially if i have girls, that i developed an awesome personality through my ugly faze, and now i'm happy with who i am. what's the point of looking like everyone else?
no one can be happy as-is anymore.
and what chills me is that this girl thinks God's okay with her. um, NO. i dye my hair because i like the colors better. i admit it. but that's as far as i go. she's tucked and enlarged and removed the things that make her who she is, and if she thinks that the "real me" is some inflated, sanded down, superficial surgery-addict, then that's pathetic, and i can guarantee that that is NOT what God created her to be.
see, these bodies don't last, no matter how we try to preserve them. and when heidi dies and decomposes, all that'll remain of her will be silicone.
what kind of legacy are we leaving for our children? we're teaching our sons that girls like heidi are what to look for (forget personalities. those are so pasé), and we're teaching our daughters that you must look like this to be accepted. it's wrong. it's immoral. and it's unfair.
but, again, these are the people we want to be like. go figure.
23 December 2009
hmmm...
just read an interesting article entitled 'how young is too young for facebook?'
that is a question that needs to be addressed--not just concerning facebook, but any social networking site. myspace, twitter, livejournal, and all the countless others taking up space in the interwebs. facebook's terms of use state that you must be 13 years or older to create an account. but we all know that it's easy to lie. even so, i feel like 13 is still a bit too young for that sort of thing. i mean, why should our children depend on the stupid internet for 'social networking.' isn't that part of what school is for? i didn't get facebook until college (when i was in the age group for which the stupid thing was invented). same for myspace. i'd had a livejournal from about the age of 15, but a lot of those entries became friends only or private after a near-beat-down from some stupid jock's stupid girlfriend. *yeah, i said it. AGAIN!*
we live in an age of fantasy and deception thanks to the 'net. men can pose as women and women as men. 10 year olds can be 25. 40 year olds can be 25. i could go to myspace and create an entirely new identity. i could be....a 37 year old German photographer looking for male models. it'd be simple, apart from the whole not speaking German... but you get the point. kids, however, don't. while a few of them may still live in their very own imaginationland, they don't realize that the internet truly can be, and usually is, imaginationland. they think that everyone's who they say they are. they post their pics, phone numbers, addresses, and think it's okay. then when someone abducts them, we wonder what went wrong.
admittedly, most adults aren't mature enough to use these sites. i've seen enough scantily clad, cleavage-popping pics from women and the whole "let me pull up my shirt so you can see my abs" pics from men. i only have one thing to say to that: EMPLOYERS CHECK THIS STUFF. stop being a total idiot.
it saddens me that the future of our country hinges on twilight-obsessed, technology ignorant, foolhardy kids who have nothing better to do than play around on the internet. really saddens me.
how long before texting lingo takes over the world?
because the future of our language will only contain the vowels 'u', 'e', and 'omg'
damn. that'll make wheel of fortune a little tricky...
that is a question that needs to be addressed--not just concerning facebook, but any social networking site. myspace, twitter, livejournal, and all the countless others taking up space in the interwebs. facebook's terms of use state that you must be 13 years or older to create an account. but we all know that it's easy to lie. even so, i feel like 13 is still a bit too young for that sort of thing. i mean, why should our children depend on the stupid internet for 'social networking.' isn't that part of what school is for? i didn't get facebook until college (when i was in the age group for which the stupid thing was invented). same for myspace. i'd had a livejournal from about the age of 15, but a lot of those entries became friends only or private after a near-beat-down from some stupid jock's stupid girlfriend. *yeah, i said it. AGAIN!*
we live in an age of fantasy and deception thanks to the 'net. men can pose as women and women as men. 10 year olds can be 25. 40 year olds can be 25. i could go to myspace and create an entirely new identity. i could be....a 37 year old German photographer looking for male models. it'd be simple, apart from the whole not speaking German... but you get the point. kids, however, don't. while a few of them may still live in their very own imaginationland, they don't realize that the internet truly can be, and usually is, imaginationland. they think that everyone's who they say they are. they post their pics, phone numbers, addresses, and think it's okay. then when someone abducts them, we wonder what went wrong.
admittedly, most adults aren't mature enough to use these sites. i've seen enough scantily clad, cleavage-popping pics from women and the whole "let me pull up my shirt so you can see my abs" pics from men. i only have one thing to say to that: EMPLOYERS CHECK THIS STUFF. stop being a total idiot.
it saddens me that the future of our country hinges on twilight-obsessed, technology ignorant, foolhardy kids who have nothing better to do than play around on the internet. really saddens me.
how long before texting lingo takes over the world?
because the future of our language will only contain the vowels 'u', 'e', and 'omg'
damn. that'll make wheel of fortune a little tricky...
12 December 2009
i hate i missed agent appreciation day
and since i don't have an agent, i'll say this: agents are awesome, and after the immense amount of reading i've done concerning them, they're as necessary as water. and even air.
well, getting into the Christmas spirit has proven even more difficult since my dad got laid off yesterday. he and my mother are taking it in stride, more or less because they have to, but considering i'm over 200 miles away from them at this critical time in their lives (and mine, too, don't get me wrong), i'm having difficulty getting into the holiday spirit. it's worse that i just can't be there. my sister and her boyfriend are there, but i'm not. and i'm peeved. but a girl's got to work.
it just blows. i'm sorry, but it does. this whole situation is dumb. he's the best worker they have, but of course he's smarter than them so they're intimidated. whatever. i'm steamed.
2010 needs to hurry up.
well, getting into the Christmas spirit has proven even more difficult since my dad got laid off yesterday. he and my mother are taking it in stride, more or less because they have to, but considering i'm over 200 miles away from them at this critical time in their lives (and mine, too, don't get me wrong), i'm having difficulty getting into the holiday spirit. it's worse that i just can't be there. my sister and her boyfriend are there, but i'm not. and i'm peeved. but a girl's got to work.
it just blows. i'm sorry, but it does. this whole situation is dumb. he's the best worker they have, but of course he's smarter than them so they're intimidated. whatever. i'm steamed.
2010 needs to hurry up.
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