Mar 06, 2007 18:38
I think my apartment-mate is. Not so much racist as ignorant maybe. I swear, she thinks I'm the angry black girl or something. She's afriad of me, I can tell. And she doesn't talk to me at all, in fact, I'm quite sure she makes an effort to avoid having a conversation in which I could be involed. Which isn't quite hard considering she's a Shakespeare psycho. And anything I do that's remotely "black" just freaks her out. So, who knows.
I dunno, I was thinking in the shower, as I often do, and that was the topis. I dunno why, it was. And that's how it works.
She's also a really creepy feminist. Like, she's not the old-school femm, she's a femm of the preverted version. Ya know "I want to be treated as equal as a man, but still be treated as a women when it would benefit me." And I think that's a bunch of bullshit. I really do. (She gets mad at my other roomie cause there's this guy she's seriously crushing on right now.) I swear, we always have these arguements about how "you don't need a man." Which is true to a degree.. We just want one. (And personally, I wouldn't mind having somone who can open my vanilla extract.) We also have this theory where she would have to find a man to live with, cause she can't function by herself.
Gah, I need to stop. This break was supposed to get me away of all this shit. And here I am, just thinking about it.
Nerts to that, I'm going back to games.