you go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me
Quote of the day: "I am contemplating the passage of a bill that would make it punishable for husbands to give unsatisfying sex to wives."
- BUT WHY LIMIT IT TO THE WIVES, is the real question. No, the real question is how people can exist who make Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago seem reasonable. Amusing is a given, but reasonable?!
Said it before, saying it for what will not be the last time, but dear gods, I hope: the RH Bill is not about abortion. The RH Bill is not about population control. The RH Bill is about- spoilers ahoy- reproductive health. It is about teaching people about safe and responsible sex and about sexual health and it is about providing access to contraception for anyone who needs it and it is about improving maternal health care delivery, and goodness knows those are all totally unnecessary things. If you do not support the RH Bill, it means you want women to die and families to have more kids than they can provide for and children to be miserable. End of. It also means, as is the case with people who think GMA's politics and economics were viable and who hold that Marcos wasn't such a bad guy after all, that I can in good conscience completely disregard any opinion you will ever have.
I am probably preaching to the choir, but sometimes a girl needs to vent.
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I made my pop music playlist! I don't even care that it's more than half absurd and embarrassing, because what is embarrassment and how do you feel it, and because I can't stop listening to We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together, never mind that I don't know how many evers there are in the title. It's snippy and banal and disdainful and on principle I approve wholeheartedly of anything that drips with condescension for stupid boys who think that listening to obscure indie records and dissecting every single thing makes them better than you. I love the spoken "Like, ever" at the end of the chorus- I love that you can hear her eyeroll and I love that demonstration that sometimes it's just not worth it to expend effort on vocabulary. My entire playlist makes me happy, but that's probably because I define pop music as "anything that could have been annoying but instead makes you grin like mad". Well. If music has any other purpose I don't know it. (Rhetorical, but also the point.)
- BUT WHY LIMIT IT TO THE WIVES, is the real question. No, the real question is how people can exist who make Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago seem reasonable. Amusing is a given, but reasonable?!
Said it before, saying it for what will not be the last time, but dear gods, I hope: the RH Bill is not about abortion. The RH Bill is not about population control. The RH Bill is about- spoilers ahoy- reproductive health. It is about teaching people about safe and responsible sex and about sexual health and it is about providing access to contraception for anyone who needs it and it is about improving maternal health care delivery, and goodness knows those are all totally unnecessary things. If you do not support the RH Bill, it means you want women to die and families to have more kids than they can provide for and children to be miserable. End of. It also means, as is the case with people who think GMA's politics and economics were viable and who hold that Marcos wasn't such a bad guy after all, that I can in good conscience completely disregard any opinion you will ever have.
I am probably preaching to the choir, but sometimes a girl needs to vent.
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I made my pop music playlist! I don't even care that it's more than half absurd and embarrassing, because what is embarrassment and how do you feel it, and because I can't stop listening to We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together, never mind that I don't know how many evers there are in the title. It's snippy and banal and disdainful and on principle I approve wholeheartedly of anything that drips with condescension for stupid boys who think that listening to obscure indie records and dissecting every single thing makes them better than you. I love the spoken "Like, ever" at the end of the chorus- I love that you can hear her eyeroll and I love that demonstration that sometimes it's just not worth it to expend effort on vocabulary. My entire playlist makes me happy, but that's probably because I define pop music as "anything that could have been annoying but instead makes you grin like mad". Well. If music has any other purpose I don't know it. (Rhetorical, but also the point.)