24, Scotland, social science graduate, finding my way with no direction
Some asshole friend of a friend posted this picture to facebook and I got so angry I couldn’t even formulate a response of my own, that’s my response beneath. I’ve seen a lot of this lately, people throwing their toys out of their prams because they think they have some kind of entitlement to my time or feelings. The phrase “friend zone” is used to justify the view that I owe you something because you have treated me with the basic respect and dignity that I expect from everyone. I don’t owe you anything.
I waited and waited but the mansplaining never came.
Is there a way you can stop a particular person’s posts being reblogged into your dash? I could live without this right now.
I want to start a new zine and I want there to be real progress this time. I’ve been writing so much; explorations in and realisations about my own gender, music I’ve discovered, body positivity, reflections on personal experiences with feminism/religion/body hair, subverting the male gaze, some tales of funny things that have happened to me, even a review of a particularly great museum I went to. I wrote about the sexism I have witnessed in the music scene I am a part of for a friend’s zine last year and got some really great feedback at the time, and my friend Dot just asked to share the article with a panel of woman musicians who played a ladyfest at her college (Hampshire) this weekend just past, which is really encouraging to me. I am going to keep up with this.
Having so much fun playing with Skitch right now
This just arrived in the mail.
I used to really believe my English teacher when he told our class that there was no such thing as a stupid question. Then I started working in retail and started being asked things like “do you sell watches for babies?” and “do you have the cd that was advertised on tv last week?”
A friend from work is looking to re-home three kittens and I’d really like to take one of them. It’s such a huge commitment - I don’t know where I’ll end up living later this year, financially I have a lot to sort out before I can be sure that I can always support a cat (vet bills are EXPENSIVE), I always said I’d take an older cat from a rescue home instead of a kitten, and we don’t have our own garden space (in fact, a neighbour lost their cat when it got hit by a car early on last year on the road right outside of our home, where cars always drive over the speed limit). But on the other side CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT.
