did you say feminists? sshh!!
my eleven-year-old brother's friend seth (also eleven years old) just told me i look "foxy". as this was the first positive comment on my appearance from a member of the opposite gender i have had in far too long, i was too flattered to smack him for being a little weirdo, and now he's off somewhere with my dumb brother watching lord of the rings.
the quaker withdrawal is healing alarmingly fast this time. i was on the couch knitting, but i got bored with that, so i tried to read a book, but my brain was refusing to work properly, so i watched the justice league (hardcore butt-kicking wonder woman). and then when i finished, i started reading my guide to becoming a goddess of inner poise. which brought up some interesting issues.
i was thinking about it, and i'm pretty sure i am the archetypal feminist man-hating friend. people i hardly even KNOW call me a man-hater (e.g. bazzy, although i did call him a chauvanistic asshole once, but it was a total accident). like, let's consider ruqayyah.
case study: ruayyah munir. on the outside, a slightly political, extremely gorgeous, late-for-class muslim teenage girl. on the inside, a guy-crazy, feminist, bridget-jones reading goddess. and who do you think she comes to when she is having guy troubles (e.g. with the blue boy, or hotenglishdude)? me, as i am the official stereotypical man-despising (yet for some reason, straight) feminist friend who is alwasy there for emergency situations involving the emotionally-undeveloped opposite sex.
after i was lying there on the couch reading for awhile, my mother (adolfa bertinuson) came in and informed that i had to clean my room before my father (adolf oltman) got home or i would be severely punished(ish). that put me in a bit of a sulky mood and i shouted after her, "I SEE FASCISM IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" but she just ignored me (big surprise).
so i did what any self-respecting teenage girl would do. i went in my room, turned on joan jett as loudly as i possibly could, put on my new pink miniskirt from h+m, and started mad dancing and making a huge racket and "cleaning" my room. it was a huge sucess, as i am now in a hugely better mood. hurrah for mad dancing!
tommorow i will start an actual healthy-eating, exercising type of routine. but for tonight, i think i will just remain in moogie's-house mode.
the quaker withdrawal is healing alarmingly fast this time. i was on the couch knitting, but i got bored with that, so i tried to read a book, but my brain was refusing to work properly, so i watched the justice league (hardcore butt-kicking wonder woman). and then when i finished, i started reading my guide to becoming a goddess of inner poise. which brought up some interesting issues.
i was thinking about it, and i'm pretty sure i am the archetypal feminist man-hating friend. people i hardly even KNOW call me a man-hater (e.g. bazzy, although i did call him a chauvanistic asshole once, but it was a total accident). like, let's consider ruqayyah.
case study: ruayyah munir. on the outside, a slightly political, extremely gorgeous, late-for-class muslim teenage girl. on the inside, a guy-crazy, feminist, bridget-jones reading goddess. and who do you think she comes to when she is having guy troubles (e.g. with the blue boy, or hotenglishdude)? me, as i am the official stereotypical man-despising (yet for some reason, straight) feminist friend who is alwasy there for emergency situations involving the emotionally-undeveloped opposite sex.
after i was lying there on the couch reading for awhile, my mother (adolfa bertinuson) came in and informed that i had to clean my room before my father (adolf oltman) got home or i would be severely punished(ish). that put me in a bit of a sulky mood and i shouted after her, "I SEE FASCISM IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" but she just ignored me (big surprise).
so i did what any self-respecting teenage girl would do. i went in my room, turned on joan jett as loudly as i possibly could, put on my new pink miniskirt from h+m, and started mad dancing and making a huge racket and "cleaning" my room. it was a huge sucess, as i am now in a hugely better mood. hurrah for mad dancing!
tommorow i will start an actual healthy-eating, exercising type of routine. but for tonight, i think i will just remain in moogie's-house mode.