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Man, I hate Tori Amos fans. I was just thinking about this because I found out that there is going to be some sort of Tori Amos-themed comic book/graphic novel something something extravaganza and so I was checking the livejournal communities to see what kind of stupid came out of it, and...I don't know. I just remembered how much I hate them. Which I guess is fine, since I don't know if I can even say I'm a fan considering how terribly horrific she's gotten since about 2002. (Edit 3:34 am oh wait, I started listening to Boys for Pele again, and yeah, I guess I could still say I'm a fan. Just like with Veronica Mars, though, only up to a certain year.)
I also hate Redbook. I found some old copies of the magazine on Taz's nightstand and borrowed them and they really just made me want to punch holes in shit. I genuinely wish I had the time to go through one issue of each major "women's magazine" and write detailed, thorough explanations of why each offensive thing they printed was offensive. Then I would mail it to them. I don't think it would make any difference, but I think it would be really helpful to me because then I could articulate exactly why I hate them so much, which would be really useful when speaking to my sister, or others her age/my age who still enjoy and believe the things that Cosmo and Redbook and fucking...I don't even know, whatever the rest of those magazines are say about them.
In other news, I have ten job applications that I probably should do in the next three or so days, but that I probably won't do within that time period because I have basically already totally checked out of the school/productivity mindset and instead I'm reading multiple books (Don Quixote: Which Was a Dream by Kathy Acker, A Short History of Progress by Ronald Wright, Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center by bell hooks, and I just finished The Curse: A Cultural History of Menstruation today) and staying up reading in bed until I fall asleep around midnight and then wake up at two or something and get up intending to get ready for bed, but instead I have a snack and then stay up until three or four reading more and writing which I haven't done in forever, but I just keep being frustrated because I'm not writing anything real or good or even fictional. Fuck that shit.
I'm still really upset that I'm missing Coachella and that I gave up so much to make it happen because I feel like its reflective of my tendency sometimes to make kind of nonsensical choices that aren't necessarily best for me because they are good for other people, and it's mostly only frustrating because I don't mind doing that, I really don't, and I can't imagine prioritizing other things (sleep, school) over my friends and fun things, but it just gets really frustrating when other people don't do the same for me, so maybe I should just stop doing that. And in this case, it doesn't really apply because it's not really Casey's fault that she has strep throat, but it's still really frustrating for me because I feel like I should have just given up when she quit her job and was worried about making it work and gone to Russia and applied to coordinate Rad Frosh and get paid $4000. And I should have gone to see Hot Chip earlier this week, because now I don't get to see Hot Chip at Coachella. And so forth.
Man, also, one of my roommates told me today that Shakira is totally anti-Semitic and I thought that was crazytalk but then I was like "Really, that's surprising?" Additionally, one of the internships I'm applying to claims to be all about promoting women's safety, and then on their list of themes they don't have anything about sexual violence or gender-based violence. Really? Really? Because I'm pretty sure the threat of sexual violence is something that affects every single fucking woman in the world. I'm not saying that it affects all women in the same way or equally, or that that threat means that all women are "united" because of it, I'm just saying that I would bet money that it is a definite factor in the way that every single woman lives her life.
I also hate Redbook. I found some old copies of the magazine on Taz's nightstand and borrowed them and they really just made me want to punch holes in shit. I genuinely wish I had the time to go through one issue of each major "women's magazine" and write detailed, thorough explanations of why each offensive thing they printed was offensive. Then I would mail it to them. I don't think it would make any difference, but I think it would be really helpful to me because then I could articulate exactly why I hate them so much, which would be really useful when speaking to my sister, or others her age/my age who still enjoy and believe the things that Cosmo and Redbook and fucking...I don't even know, whatever the rest of those magazines are say about them.
In other news, I have ten job applications that I probably should do in the next three or so days, but that I probably won't do within that time period because I have basically already totally checked out of the school/productivity mindset and instead I'm reading multiple books (Don Quixote: Which Was a Dream by Kathy Acker, A Short History of Progress by Ronald Wright, Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center by bell hooks, and I just finished The Curse: A Cultural History of Menstruation today) and staying up reading in bed until I fall asleep around midnight and then wake up at two or something and get up intending to get ready for bed, but instead I have a snack and then stay up until three or four reading more and writing which I haven't done in forever, but I just keep being frustrated because I'm not writing anything real or good or even fictional. Fuck that shit.
I'm still really upset that I'm missing Coachella and that I gave up so much to make it happen because I feel like its reflective of my tendency sometimes to make kind of nonsensical choices that aren't necessarily best for me because they are good for other people, and it's mostly only frustrating because I don't mind doing that, I really don't, and I can't imagine prioritizing other things (sleep, school) over my friends and fun things, but it just gets really frustrating when other people don't do the same for me, so maybe I should just stop doing that. And in this case, it doesn't really apply because it's not really Casey's fault that she has strep throat, but it's still really frustrating for me because I feel like I should have just given up when she quit her job and was worried about making it work and gone to Russia and applied to coordinate Rad Frosh and get paid $4000. And I should have gone to see Hot Chip earlier this week, because now I don't get to see Hot Chip at Coachella. And so forth.
Man, also, one of my roommates told me today that Shakira is totally anti-Semitic and I thought that was crazytalk but then I was like "Really, that's surprising?" Additionally, one of the internships I'm applying to claims to be all about promoting women's safety, and then on their list of themes they don't have anything about sexual violence or gender-based violence. Really? Really? Because I'm pretty sure the threat of sexual violence is something that affects every single fucking woman in the world. I'm not saying that it affects all women in the same way or equally, or that that threat means that all women are "united" because of it, I'm just saying that I would bet money that it is a definite factor in the way that every single woman lives her life.