Despite listening to these popular songs quite frequently, I have yet to find motivation to do much of anything.
P!nk "Raise Your Glass"
Ke$ha "We R Who We R"
Katy Perry "Firework"
P!nk "Fuckin' Perfect"
With such lyrics as "All my underdogs,/We will never be never be anything but loud/And nitty gritty dirty little freaks" and "Hot and dangerous/If you're one of us then roll with us/'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love/When we got our hot pants on and up," you'd think I'd be empowered to join the pop music scene and revolutionize dancing as we know it! It's so inclusive, so inviting. When I'm told, "You don't have to feel like a waste of space/You're original, cannot be replaced" and "Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing/You're fuckin' perfect to me," you'd think I'd feel so fucking splendid and beautiful because they're talking directly to me. The songs should make me feel unique but not alone, special but part of a group. Instead I feel like PMSing like a bitch. Katy Perry would know.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
A Fish in a Community of Fishes
My sad realization of the day is that I need to school, I'm dependent on it. Because I'm not sure of the derivation of motivation without it.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
radical, man.
continuing to follow TRON: Legacy's advice about taking oneself out of the equation. perhaps the closest thing i've had to a spiritual leader:
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
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'scelibate 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===>~~
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
Friday, November 26, 2010
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
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
Monday, November 22, 2010
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
so much so that i take my knife and throw it against the mirror, mixing my metaphors into pieces
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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.
upon which ,shattered into a million pieces,
purged of it.
roaming free of existence in the ether.
strangely enough i find this
ironic.
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