wtf. i mean, seriously. every day i walk down the street/take the bus/ride the train, and i see more and more of you people doing stupid shit. just in case you didn't realize, here's a list of things you DON'T do to your children.
-put two toddlers in a one seated baby stroller.
-feed your babies soda, alcohol, or pure highfructose cornsyrup juices.
-let your child run around that janky ass bus or train barefoot.
-beat your children in public (or otherwise, really.)
-tell your child straight up lies. (i.e. "that bump on your tongue is from lying." yeah...that'll really get your kid to understand the value of honesty.)
-feed your baby flamin' hots.
-buy your baby formula.
ETC.
really, people. what's the deal? i guess there's really no such thing as common sense, so i can't really say that you all should be using it. but come on! none of those things are okay!
i propose that there should be a mandatory "family planning" class in highschool. this class would not only give you the materials you need to combat babies and have none, but also give you the tools to take care of them if you so decide. EVERYONE needs to know how to take care of a baby. everyone. even you.
run along now, and read a book.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
"but...you were so pretty when..."
between getting anonymous messages in my facebook honesty box, hearing friends gripe, and having people yell at me on the street about how dreadful i look with a mohawk, you'd think i would have cried myself to sleep several nights in a row/gotten a wig by now.
nah, i just take it like a womyn and tell them all the fuck off.
i don't understand what the big deal with my appearance is. oh wait. yes i do. it fucks with your head. i dress so girly and ridiculous and yet- i have a pretty short and "unfeminine" haircut. (not to mention my hairy legs.) i'm femme but not at the same time! i don't fit your gender expectations! sometimes i don't even wear a bra! how are you ever supposed to classify me?
hmm. how about...you don't?
every single day i get a comment from somebody directed towards my legs or my hair. from strangers it's generally "ARGHCOPTER." from friends and family, it's usually "...hey. tomi. i'm so sad you cut your hair. i mean...you just looked so much prettier with long hair."
and? since when am i taking votes on my appearance? my body is not a democracy!
it's not that my feelings are hurt by these statements. i know that you all are secretly jealous that you can't fuck around with your gender appearance for fear of the same comments that you are giving me. so, you do what any other self respecting american citizen would do: try and put me back in the girl box!
well. i don't want to go back in the girl box, and i'd much appreciate it if you kept these comments to yourselves! i am a beautiful womyn. i think so, and in this situation, my opinion is the only one that matters. i obviously feel prettier with my hawk, or else i wouldn't have cut my hair like this. and, in the end, what the fuck does it matter what i look like? i could dress up like barney every day and you still wouldn't have the right to tell me (even subtley) to change how i look/am.
nah, i just take it like a womyn and tell them all the fuck off.
i don't understand what the big deal with my appearance is. oh wait. yes i do. it fucks with your head. i dress so girly and ridiculous and yet- i have a pretty short and "unfeminine" haircut. (not to mention my hairy legs.) i'm femme but not at the same time! i don't fit your gender expectations! sometimes i don't even wear a bra! how are you ever supposed to classify me?
hmm. how about...you don't?
every single day i get a comment from somebody directed towards my legs or my hair. from strangers it's generally "ARGHCOPTER." from friends and family, it's usually "...hey. tomi. i'm so sad you cut your hair. i mean...you just looked so much prettier with long hair."
and? since when am i taking votes on my appearance? my body is not a democracy!
it's not that my feelings are hurt by these statements. i know that you all are secretly jealous that you can't fuck around with your gender appearance for fear of the same comments that you are giving me. so, you do what any other self respecting american citizen would do: try and put me back in the girl box!
well. i don't want to go back in the girl box, and i'd much appreciate it if you kept these comments to yourselves! i am a beautiful womyn. i think so, and in this situation, my opinion is the only one that matters. i obviously feel prettier with my hawk, or else i wouldn't have cut my hair like this. and, in the end, what the fuck does it matter what i look like? i could dress up like barney every day and you still wouldn't have the right to tell me (even subtley) to change how i look/am.
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