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A person is a person is a person.

3 Sep


In case you haven’t noticed, I am one fucking hell of a feminist. Not exactly the bra-burning kind, though. If you’re a chauvinistic pig who can’t deal with girls who speak up for themselves, stop reading. And you can shut your misplaced asshole, too. I will delete comments. This is a disclaimer. 

I find it incredibly offensive when people talk about “getting girls”. You don’t “get” girls. You “get” things. Objects. Girls are people. Similarly, I don’t like it when people talk about “getting” guys, but it’s quite obvious that the demeaning phrase is the most commonly used by men. How can a person be something to “get”? Are they sitting on a shelf? Are they an item in a game that you pick up on your way? No. And they’re not supposed to be, either. You can’t make plans to go and “get some girls”, because girls don’t sit there waiting for you to pick them up. You can “get some drinks”–drinks are inanimate objects that exist solely for the purpose being picked up and drunk. Girls are people. People have their own values and opinions and pride, and they deserve to be respected–meaning that they ought to be treated like one. 

As an extension to that, what the fuck is “We get the most girls”? People who say this often mean that they are better, more popular, more respected, more well-known… Okay. So. WHAT THE FUCK ARE GIRLS? COLLECTORS’ ITEMS? TROPHIES? DO YOU FUCKING COLLECT THEM FOR A HOBBY? IF NOT, THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS “WE GET THE MOST GIRLS”? GIRLS, WHO ARE HUMAN BEINGS AND THEREFORE INDIVIDUALS, DO NOT SIT AROUND WAITING TO BE “GOTTEN” OR “PICKED UP”. THEY DO NOT WAIT PATIENTLY FOR SOME DOUCHEBAG TO COLLECT THEM. Is this supposed to be an indicator of social status? The only thing that it indicates is that the utterer is a mega-chauvinistic douchebag.

It also is reminiscent of polygamy. Obviously, it’s nothing to do with marriage at this point, but “getting lots of girls”? “Getting” suggests that you own the object. If you “get” lots of girls, you in fact are implying that you “own” lots of girls–most probably meaning that you are involved with them in some way or the other. So what now? A toned-down, hormone-filled version of polygamy? Morals aside, it also renders the person a man-whore (or whore, if this is the case with a girl). 

This is probably the ugliest and most offensive thing that I’ve heard in a long time. I want to punch the phrase clean out of those who use it. And for those who think that feminists are ‘bitches’, I think that you and I both know the real reason why.

It’s because you dislike having your “male authority” questioned and challenged. Deal with it.

P.S. I saw an ad on television advertising a certain skin product today. It went like this: the lady doesn’t use the skin product, and tries to get in an elevator with this guy inside. The elevator door closes despite her best efforts. And then: the lady goes back and USES the skin product. This time, with slight changes to outfit, she heads for the elevator again–and the same guy is inside! When the door begins to close, he reaches out and stops it, letting her in and even smiling creepily at her. This is the kind of bullshit that we’re being spoon-fed all day. That women are good only for their looks and that to please men with beauty should be their ultimate goal. WHAT UTTER CRAP.

Oh god. I can go on and on and on. So much about this fucked-up society is pissing me off right now. This is probably one of the reasons why I stay well away from television. And yes, I admit that this is a rant, and a very rant-y one at that, but this really drives me to the edge and I can’t keep the shit from flying off the handle any more.

My only hope is that it has been, at the very least, somewhat coherent.


Jeez, it’s not a crush

30 Aug

So how should I tackle this?

Let me just say, very clearly, that: when I appear to prefer male company–


Why do people always try and nudge me and make crude jokes when I’m friends with dudes? Admittedly, friendships have potential of turning into…other ships, but it’s hardly logical to suspect simply because the friendship exists. In my case, it’s doubly unlikely. Moirails (more HS reference) at best, but that doesn’t count in this human-world. Those of you who bombard me with eyebrow-waggling and shit, I hope you get the message.

Instead, it’s a personality thing. It’s not as if I don’t have any female friends. However, I find that I don’t really mix well with most of the girls in my grade (and beyond). It’s because I’m not as into goofing around all day and slathering makeup and trying to be “pretty” (something I will bitch about another day), and also because I’m pretty much the nerdiest/weirdest person in the class. I would rather discuss social issues, have debates, and analyze people/things than decide which nightclub is best. I want to make sarcastic comments in class and have someone near me appreciate them rather than tune out of everything. I want to discuss whatever topic in class without it being my monologue. And I want to carry a proper conversation where we can explore a topic/issue properly.

I doubt that I would actually turn around and say, “look, he’s just more interesting to me than you are, and he can carry a conversation in a way that you sort of can’t”, because that would make me appear “bitchy”. Even if I was being honest and telling the truth. (Dudes are also, in general, more open to constructive criticism.) This is another thing that I dislike about the majority of girls: they can’t take criticism without resenting it. Even if they agreed with it, they would view the utterer in a less favorable light than they used to. Jeez, if I were like that, then I’d be hating most of my friends.

My point here is that I can decide for myself which people I work best with. If it’s a girl, so be it. If it’s a guy, so be it. If it’s a transexual, so be it. If it’s an animal, so be it. Although possible, I would hardly make friends with someone and hang around them like a loser (wait, not that I hang around my friends like a loser in any way) just because I was infatuated. That would not go down well with my humongous ego.

I don’t want to tell you forthrightly that anyone else is much more interesting and fun to be with than you, and I expect for you to accept the truth that the said person may be of the opposite gender in return. I also expect you to realize that if said person acted in ways that I disliked, I wouldn’t be friends with them either. REGARDLESS OF GENDER.

What I admit is that I do prefer traits in people that more often appear in guys than in girls, but not always. I have met really cool chicks and really uncool dudes, too. So yes, this affects my choice in friends.

I hope this was clear enough. Jeez. I’m sort of ranting.

And if it makes you feel better, two dudes have already accidentally implied that I was a dude myself. I can’t really put my finger on why this feels relevant, because I still need to have dinner. 

Word Salad.

24 Aug


I never thought I’d say this about the Shanghainese weather, which is typically warm and humid and generally terrible, but it’s been awesome lately. It actually is cooler outside than it is inside–a feat I had previously imagined impossible. Last summer pretty much rendered Shanghai this huge cooker, with the sun beating down on us every single day and also not to mention no cool breeze. Uh, you get the point. Last year = lameass fiery weather, and This year = nice cool breezy weather. And yes, it deserves this paragraph. I walk out of my apartment every day and literally smile because it’s so awesome. See? Low expectations, high levels of satisfaction. Anyway, am hoping that it will last. IT HAS TO.

That aside, I’m preparing for the upcoming school year (IB) by buying a shitload of awesome notebooks and other stationery I don’t even need. Shush, it’s like, my “thing”. Stationery-buying should be a viable pastime. I’ll give away what I don’t need later if I have to, but god knows that I’ll probably keep them in a drawer somewhere and forget. While other people collect clothes and the like, I collect stationery. And mugs and bags, but–

Another cause for celebration (actually, pretty much the only one) is the fact that the editor of the magazine I volunteered to write for emailed me back after a two-month break. It’s a magazine (English, of course) that gives information and advice about international schools in Shanghai, so I suppose it takes summer breaks, too. I have my first writing assignment–to write about my plans/goal for the upcoming school year and how I’m going to go through with them, which means that I’ll have to brainstorm and then bullshit it (sorry if you’re reading this…please, don’t be reading this). According to Harry Frankfurt, bullshit is something that is completely disregards the truth but may not necessarily be false…so that would be it. To be honest, though, I sort of look forward to the whole job. Bullshitting is simply part of it. 

I just realized that I’ve been really unproductive lately. I haven’t been blogging properly, haven’t been playing much piano, haven’t been doing much SAT, haven’t been–yes. But that’s the entire point of the summer holidays, so I might as well enjoy this preposterous time-wasting while I have the luxury to. Bluh.

…And there’s this sort-of-cute dude in this donut shop near my house who may or may not know my name but uh greets me upon meeting so I guess that’s a good thing and this is a disgusting run-on sentence so I shall terminate it immediately.

I envy you folks who are in college, yo. And y’all who actually manage to post coherently.

Unlike, well, me.