fight the oppression! nipples!
I, having no life and no desire to write any science essays just yet, am surfing LJ and finding all these communities for various things, like IBS and bras_suck. I love bras_suck. I'm not going to join it because I never remember to post in communities and I hate friends page clutter, but it's SO FUCKING COOL to know that tons of other girls detest the idea of wearing a bra, for whatever reason: it's uncomfortable (mine), it doesn't do much (mine - Smeg says it doesn't even reduce bounce!), and my nipples are not so horrible that society needs to be protected from them. Boys nipple. I'm going to nipple, too, if my nipples feel like doing so. STICK THAT IN YOUR FACE, SOCIETY! My mom kept whining that I could wear more kinds of shirts with a bra, or that I SHOULD wear one in the event mine get bigger, or that I'll be a leper-cancerous-outcast without one, and maybe I WAS in middle school, when I had to hunch in T-shirts to hide the fact that I had no lump of fastens and elastic protruding beneath my clothing, but I don't give a damn now. I remember people TEASING ME BEHIND MY BACK for not wearing one, and having to duck out and into shirts in the locker rooms to keep from exposing my horrible, awful, unrestricted, barely-A-cup breasts to people. Jesus Christ, it's stupid. I wear what I want to wear. And do what I want to do. And I'm sounding like a feminist indypendynt womyn, but I had to have a rant, because I don't think I've ever talked about it before.
So. LADIES. GIRLS. CHICKS. Try not wearing a bra, because nobody should force you to do it!
I shave my body hair for my own personal hygienic reasons, and I wear high heels for my own personal adoration of being 2" taller and having clicky-sexy-shoes. I don't wear makeup unless I want to have red lips that day, and because my skin would just burst out in ever more acne at the touch of a foundation. It's dumb that people use makeup to HIDE skin blemishes, creating more blemishes in the process. Why do people do that? That makes no sense at all.
And why do my MP3s in Kazaa insist on reverting to the names I downloaded them under, rather than the proper ones I edited them to? Like "Come Into My World" by Kylie, remixed by Fischerspooner, went back to saying "Fischerspooner Mix" and it just pisses my obsessive-compulsive side off. It's "Come Into My World," bitch! That's the NAME of the SONG.
I've been play-packing out of impatience and I discovered I have more clothes that I love than I think I can fit into my ... 24" upright, since it's rebelling being an actual 'suitcase.' I also have a second, smaller one that will contain toiletries, textbooks, and videos/DVDs. I think I'm really quite stupid when it comes to packing. Damn me. But it's so much fun!
I'm still apprehensive of flying, but at least I know what clothes to wear to best escape the airplane, what to pack and not to pack (I'm not allowed to bring my favorite flamethrower and my gallon of old turpentine :( :( :( ) and how to avoid contracting Lyme disease, as well as that there's a book out called Eating Right For A Bad Gut, which I should get so I can not die of malnutrition in general and especially so I can know what other foods to avoid with IBS.
I also found some really really cute pictures of The Sweet and Marc Bolan, and now I have a picture of Marc and Mickey Finn on my wall. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE DEAD?!? WHY??? It isn't FAIR. And Mick Ronson, too. I've been obsessed with Mick Ronson and Bowie in general lately. Just can't get enough of that lovey dovey glammy stuff.
Boomcha.
All in all, it's been a web-surf-filled evening well-spent.
J.
So. LADIES. GIRLS. CHICKS. Try not wearing a bra, because nobody should force you to do it!
I shave my body hair for my own personal hygienic reasons, and I wear high heels for my own personal adoration of being 2" taller and having clicky-sexy-shoes. I don't wear makeup unless I want to have red lips that day, and because my skin would just burst out in ever more acne at the touch of a foundation. It's dumb that people use makeup to HIDE skin blemishes, creating more blemishes in the process. Why do people do that? That makes no sense at all.
And why do my MP3s in Kazaa insist on reverting to the names I downloaded them under, rather than the proper ones I edited them to? Like "Come Into My World" by Kylie, remixed by Fischerspooner, went back to saying "Fischerspooner Mix" and it just pisses my obsessive-compulsive side off. It's "Come Into My World," bitch! That's the NAME of the SONG.
I've been play-packing out of impatience and I discovered I have more clothes that I love than I think I can fit into my ... 24" upright, since it's rebelling being an actual 'suitcase.' I also have a second, smaller one that will contain toiletries, textbooks, and videos/DVDs. I think I'm really quite stupid when it comes to packing. Damn me. But it's so much fun!
I'm still apprehensive of flying, but at least I know what clothes to wear to best escape the airplane, what to pack and not to pack (I'm not allowed to bring my favorite flamethrower and my gallon of old turpentine :( :( :( ) and how to avoid contracting Lyme disease, as well as that there's a book out called Eating Right For A Bad Gut, which I should get so I can not die of malnutrition in general and especially so I can know what other foods to avoid with IBS.
I also found some really really cute pictures of The Sweet and Marc Bolan, and now I have a picture of Marc and Mickey Finn on my wall. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE DEAD?!? WHY??? It isn't FAIR. And Mick Ronson, too. I've been obsessed with Mick Ronson and Bowie in general lately. Just can't get enough of that lovey dovey glammy stuff.
Boomcha.
All in all, it's been a web-surf-filled evening well-spent.
J.