Monday, March 7, 2011

It's midnight and I'm Hyped

Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because I got 16 hours of sleep last night. maybe it's because I'm so full of nerves and stress that i can't sit down at my computer and do a single constructive thing. maybe it's for some other reason. but what can I do about it? well I'm going to take a drive. after I at least START my revisions to my paper that's due in the morning. well. in the afternoon. maybe a run would be better. maybe I'll drive to the middle of no where and then I'll just run. like no one even cares who I am or where I am going. Like I don't care where I am or where I'm going. because this night needs to be taken advantage of because I can feel it's beauty surrounding me and I just need a drive and a run.

Have a good night.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Feminism is for bitches.

Seriously. I used to call myself a feminist before I wised up. in my opinion, feminism is a movement by a bunch of bitter females who want to say that they can do a mans job without putting the work into it. Yes, women can do anything a man can do. . . you know, except pee standing up. women have to kind of squat if they want to do that. . . anyway. a woman can do a "man's job" just as well as a man. however, as men both think differently and develop differently it takes a shitload more effort on the woman's part. for instance, if a woman wants to be a fire fighter I say more power to her. however, she has to be willing to sacrifice a lot to get that. fire fighters have to be strong. period. men are stronger than women. it's genetics. but, a woman CAN be strong enough to do the job, she just has to work like hell to get there. she has to work a lot harder than any male would have to.

If I may use a literary reference here, in the Protector of the Small book series by Tamora Peirce the main character (Kel) want to become a knight. no one thought she could do it because she was a girl. she worked her ass of (working much harder than ANY of the men in the book) to be a knight. was it fair? maybe not. but it's how it had to be because without doing that she wouldn't have been able to be on the same ground as the men. they would all have to worry about her not being strong in a combat situation and that in turn would make them weaker. any group is only as strong as their weakest person.

the same thing applies to any woman who wants to do a man's job. they can't whine and complain that they have to work harder than the men do. I saw a documentary in psychology last year that talked about the difference between a man and a woman's genetic differences. in the documentary a "feminist" lawyer talked about how the standards for women to be a fire fighter should be lower than a man's standard because a woman can't be expected to carry as much as a man or to run as fast as a man. Frankly, I think that's bullshit. and if that's how the fire fighters are being run I hope to god my house never burns down.

As a woman, I think it's very nice to be thought of as a person and not an object. and it's very nice to be able to vote. but honestly, as a woman I'd rather be treated like a lady from back in the day. where men held open doors for a lady and pushed in their chair. i want to be taken care of. the world is harsh and I want to be protected by a man.

furthermore, I'd rather be a house wife than a working wife any day. I like to make people happy, and that would go double for anyone I loved enough to want to make them my husband. he would take care of me and I would take care of him, cooking and cleaning and making him happy. no more of this "I'm a woman and I want to be treated differently because I'm a woman but I still want to be your equal" bullshit. no. I'm a woman, treat me like a woman.

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Okay. . . now that we all have heard my little rant about society and feminism I think I will say "have a wonderful weekend" to anyone who may read this (which, as I've said before, is probably no one) and I will finish my homework and fall into a much needed and much appreciated drug-induced slumber.

goodbye my dears.

Thursday, March 3, 2011