Mary fucking CHRISTmas

This story drew attention recently:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=126985072

Essentially, a nun was excommunicated because she chose to save the life of the mother at a Catholic hospital instead of allowing her to die as a result of her pregnancy. Meanwhile, no pedophile priests have been excommunicated.

I thought this was an appropriate merryfuckingchristmas story because it ties in so well with the true meaning of the christian holiday that celebrates the birth of jesus and some other bogus crap. Even after all these years, christianity's patriarchal ways continue. Mary was chosen without consent to conceive a child for god, our father. And, as this article shows, christian women continue to lack agency.

Well, I say let's celibate celebrate the true meaning of christmas! I don't agree with what it represents, but, as a woman, I don't really have a choice about celebrating it.

Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas 8===>~~

she's a lady

A young woman, Society's baby.

Well I intend to milk it for all it's worth, irrationally cry to get what I want, always want for more from Society, but draining his resources.

Changing power structures

subject

chopped up narrativechop ped upnarrative choppe dupnar rative

so much so that i take my knife and throw it against the mirror, mixing my metaphors into pieces

no words

the existing infrastructure into which i was born has molded me mushed. a structureless spineless tube forced against the pavement and ,
upon which ,shattered into a million pieces,
purged of it.
roaming free of existence in the ether.
strangely enough i find this
ironic.

poetry

the most beautiful poem i have ever read:

LET US

HELP YOU

PARTY

freeeee

freedom isn't free

free trade isn't free?

Madam Lady G

It seems that we are having a collective GagaGasm and observing the subsequent stream of sticky critiques. Thus, I do understand the consequences of posting yet again on the topic. I have been curious, however, as to why I continue to use my purchasing power in favor of Lady Gaga when I am also open-minded to accusations of uninspired and vacuous cultural production. And a blog is for articulating these things.

It is true that acts of "defiance" within the boundaries set by capitalist industries does not a revolutionary make. Promises of feminism and monsters and fantastical things are false. Yet, one is reminded of the age old question--what is art?

In order to truly buy into The Gaga one might purchase Her albums, download Her music, watch Her music videos, Googleimagesearch Her costumes, watch Her red carpet events, read/watch/listen to celebrity news and gossip sources concerning Lady Gaga. Media industries make it easy to tune in to Her and sometimes difficult to avoid.

GagaArt is not just music, but performance. It is a multimedia art form through which music, costumes, film, dance, writing, design, and other forms reach a wide audience. Lady Gaga is not just a woman; She is a being engineered by communicative media and interpreted by our various senses in such a way as to evoke feeling. That feeling may be different for everyone, but for me it is the reason I continue to tune in.

There is something liberating, cathartic, hedonistic, voyeuristic, and appealingly offensive about the vapidity surrounding The Gaga Fantasy. Losing oneself in the haute couture blank stares, falling deeper into the large colorful hairpieces, meditating amongst the leather thongs. How could one not be at home here?

The emotional response induced by art might be likened to a spiritual experience. The catharsis that occurs when reality is forgotten. The knowledge that a supreme being exists. There is nothing quite like putting your fate in the hands of the robotic deity we've created to mimic our vapid postmodern tendencies.

$$sixtybilliondoubledollars

what's money when you're trying to buy happiness?

sad & alone

the irony of movies/tv/books in which the character deals with an existential crisis is that they are completely undermined by an audience they know nothing about. they are not alone, isolated, mortal, purposeless, meaningless, or free as a result of omniscient spectators.

and yet because those of us existing in this reality have no god, the ultimate omniscient spectator, we are left to overcome these real crises and look to characters for guidance who have endured only an artificial circumstance.

Eff Yeah, Lobsters!

Cats 104

Maine Moon

Cats 103

Russian Bleu

Cats 102

death is but a

dying more and more slowly each day

Apricots

I think that I would like to be
an apricot in the sea.

I think that I already am.

Homophones

but really, what is the difference between a lichen and a lycan?

A diagonal line is still a line

I knew as I cut diagonally across the lawn with spray paint on my shirt, daggers at my throat, and my pinky laying tangentially along the circumference of my coffee cup, that my face was ok.

This, too, is art

I am a [feminist] [vegan] [environmentalist] [atheist] [etc.]

This, too, is art. Art does not need some convoluted message to be artistic. Art can be direct [action].

Illusion of Choice

The illusion of choice is a tactic employed by homogenizers on homogenizees to keep them "choosing" the same product over and over and over. The reality is, I can't elect to find my own reality because the prescribed one we're given is defended by the illusion of choice.

Labels

and there was god's faceless armpit,
the internet,
staring straight into freedom and music and memes
and nothing, naught, and never was totally awesome

nature has already decided; regulation was never enough

this blog will argue that we currently live in a post-environmentalist world in which we accept that we no longer have the agency to stop escalating environmental destruction

I Guess This Formula Makes Money

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Culture(d)

ideally it's good to separate myself from normative culture because it is very stifling

but when i do tap into culture i can use it beneficially to manipulate images and associations in peoples' minds

Gee, thanks

How the Quiznos commercial goes:
Creepy Toaster Oven: Hey I'm staring at your choose 2; can you tell?
Beautiful Woman: *giggle* Yes.

How this would happen irl:
Creepy Toaster Oven: Hey, I'm staring at your--
Beautiful Woman: AHHH A TALKING TOASTER OVEN IS OBJECTIFYING ME.



Jeep is right. Women love fancy cars and gettin their hair did!

GTFO

I was about to be infuriated by the insanity that this child was allowed anywhere near a microphone, but then I realized that each generation is cursed with one white pre-teen boy whose job it is to distract other pre-teens so they don't cause massive societal damage. Although painful to listen to, it is a necessary evil. My generation had Aaron Carter and we laugh about it now, so I hope someday we can laugh about Justin Bieber together. For now, the wounds go too deep and only time can heal them.

Sexy "Chick"

Dear kids,
This is proof that you must possess a large vocabulary in order to impress the ladies. You know how sometimes you're just trying to find the words to describe a girl without being disrespectful?? If only you had paid attention in English class.

MMM whatcha say

Why is this guy having a conversation with a sample? The sampled song is always going to have the same recorded answer and you will never change its opinion!