So, My computer decided to stop working overnight on THE night I started making my first blog ever.
I should take this as a sign not to continue...but I refuse!
I control you inanimate objects! not the other way around. Nice try, though.
Nice try.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Summatimes I'm Happy
It's acceptible to write two posts right in a row right?
While enjoying myself at my boys housemates party (the housemate being a friend I've known longer than the boy) I noticed copious amounts of jello shooters dead lifeless shells scattered amongst the bottles and cups in the kitchen while most people were in the living room or outside. So, feeling that if I got a handle on the situation now they might have less to clean in the morning, I decided to get a trash bag and start throwing said mess away.
A lady who was probably only a few years older than me comes into the kitchen (where I was originally all by my lonesome) and asks if I live there. My reply is no- mostly because I do not. She then asked if I always cleaned up after the boys. TO which my reply was no, not really- mostly because they can do it on there own and I was just being premptive.
So then she asks me how old I am in a rather condesending tone (19/20?) which left her surprised when my answer was 26. She apologized and started to walk away, but then came back and said sorry it's just... It really upsets me when I see a girl take on the "female" role of cleaning up after her man.
1- The sexism that statement is littered in simply contradicts her attempt at being...whatever she was attempting to be.
2- I also went to university and learned about gender roles and conformity etc ...and in conclusion...GIVE ME A BREAK! (not with university, just with this situation) I was being nice and throwing some trash away. Don't get me wrong, I don't ENJOY cleaning (though I do enjoy a clean house) and it's not impossible that I would kick someone who tried to tell my it was my job to do so (unless, of course, it was cleaning my own mess) HOWEVER if someone is fully aware of the choices they have in this life and found that they were most happy cooking meals, being a stay-at-home mom (or parent)and holding down the fort- who am I to judge them?! It's called equal rights/choices people...not revenge and rise up against the man.
To conclude: I should have the right to choose what I do with my time. Try to tell me I need to be a certain way (whether it be to be a "good woman" or to not follow those roles) and you will just piss me off.
While enjoying myself at my boys housemates party (the housemate being a friend I've known longer than the boy) I noticed copious amounts of jello shooters dead lifeless shells scattered amongst the bottles and cups in the kitchen while most people were in the living room or outside. So, feeling that if I got a handle on the situation now they might have less to clean in the morning, I decided to get a trash bag and start throwing said mess away.
A lady who was probably only a few years older than me comes into the kitchen (where I was originally all by my lonesome) and asks if I live there. My reply is no- mostly because I do not. She then asked if I always cleaned up after the boys. TO which my reply was no, not really- mostly because they can do it on there own and I was just being premptive.
So then she asks me how old I am in a rather condesending tone (19/20?) which left her surprised when my answer was 26. She apologized and started to walk away, but then came back and said sorry it's just... It really upsets me when I see a girl take on the "female" role of cleaning up after her man.
1- The sexism that statement is littered in simply contradicts her attempt at being...whatever she was attempting to be.
2- I also went to university and learned about gender roles and conformity etc ...and in conclusion...GIVE ME A BREAK! (not with university, just with this situation) I was being nice and throwing some trash away. Don't get me wrong, I don't ENJOY cleaning (though I do enjoy a clean house) and it's not impossible that I would kick someone who tried to tell my it was my job to do so (unless, of course, it was cleaning my own mess) HOWEVER if someone is fully aware of the choices they have in this life and found that they were most happy cooking meals, being a stay-at-home mom (or parent)and holding down the fort- who am I to judge them?! It's called equal rights/choices people...not revenge and rise up against the man.
To conclude: I should have the right to choose what I do with my time. Try to tell me I need to be a certain way (whether it be to be a "good woman" or to not follow those roles) and you will just piss me off.
Fire er up
SO I've never had blog in my 26 years of long life. This is surprising having grownup along side computers and the ever changing interweb (what is popular today, again?).
I was saddened to discover that Super Neurotic Girl is already a blog (ish...I think hers is adventures and I am not exciting enough to have adventures)mostly because I once wrote a song called super neurotic girl and always enjoyed the fake self demeaning way of calling yourself out on a bad quality that doesn't really bother you so that you can get a few laughs and maybe avoid having someone else call you on it first (I have a small head guys...more weight than I would like and one boob is noticibly larger than the other). Sounds self demeaning right? But I lied! well I didn't lie about the things, I just am typically pretty content with msyelf and my normally abnornmal proportions. And as for the neurosos...it just means I can think. I think.
Anyway here is that song. Written 4-5 years ago I think- did you know that women say the words "I think" "I feel" and other similar statements far more often than guys...I need to sound more certain...I think.
Question is, question all, question not- that’s fine
Take a bit, take a lot, waiver on the line
Is it my task, up to me to fix the world?
New generation, new kind of girl
Will my children have to pay the price
Of consumerism, lies and media bias?
Who’s to say it’s not already mine?
Education’s worth it but it does take time
So Super and wonderful
Always expecting more
Days aren’t so tragical
Just enough to wear me out
Trying but test me over again
Bring on another difficult question
I can handle it I’ve got some practice
Thinking over all these little distractions
Yeah it’s, Great- sure, but in this world
I’m just a Super neurotic girl
Don my cape, slick my hair, does anyone mind?
If I’m smart, if I care, if I walk around blind?
When I am done, would you mind taking the lead
Why start this now, if you won’t even agree
I could hold a sign and hope that you care
Contest the test of who gets to go where
Who holds me back if it isn’t me?
I can only try to think critically
Prepare for laughter when expressing myself
Defying Glares when I speak the truth out loud
Prepare when noticing if something’s wrong
And Being yelled at for not going along
I was saddened to discover that Super Neurotic Girl is already a blog (ish...I think hers is adventures and I am not exciting enough to have adventures)mostly because I once wrote a song called super neurotic girl and always enjoyed the fake self demeaning way of calling yourself out on a bad quality that doesn't really bother you so that you can get a few laughs and maybe avoid having someone else call you on it first (I have a small head guys...more weight than I would like and one boob is noticibly larger than the other). Sounds self demeaning right? But I lied! well I didn't lie about the things, I just am typically pretty content with msyelf and my normally abnornmal proportions. And as for the neurosos...it just means I can think. I think.
Anyway here is that song. Written 4-5 years ago I think- did you know that women say the words "I think" "I feel" and other similar statements far more often than guys...I need to sound more certain...I think.
Question is, question all, question not- that’s fine
Take a bit, take a lot, waiver on the line
Is it my task, up to me to fix the world?
New generation, new kind of girl
Will my children have to pay the price
Of consumerism, lies and media bias?
Who’s to say it’s not already mine?
Education’s worth it but it does take time
So Super and wonderful
Always expecting more
Days aren’t so tragical
Just enough to wear me out
Trying but test me over again
Bring on another difficult question
I can handle it I’ve got some practice
Thinking over all these little distractions
Yeah it’s, Great- sure, but in this world
I’m just a Super neurotic girl
Don my cape, slick my hair, does anyone mind?
If I’m smart, if I care, if I walk around blind?
When I am done, would you mind taking the lead
Why start this now, if you won’t even agree
I could hold a sign and hope that you care
Contest the test of who gets to go where
Who holds me back if it isn’t me?
I can only try to think critically
Prepare for laughter when expressing myself
Defying Glares when I speak the truth out loud
Prepare when noticing if something’s wrong
And Being yelled at for not going along
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