one night two parents went out for dinner
a few hours later the baby sitter called and asked if she could cover up the clown statue in the kids room
the dad told her to get out of the house and call the police and that they didnt have a clown statue
when the police got there it turned out they did have a clown statue and the dad had alzheimers
It’s probably just because it’s late and I’m tired, but thinking about my sister graduating tomorrow makes me want to cry :’(
An interesting read about what makes someone “real” as opposed to being “fake” or “unreal”.
I’ve been thinking about gender/feminism a lot these past few months and this article reflects some of my conflicted feelings. There’s the traditional gender role of how a woman should act (“rules of lady”), and then there’s the fight-gender-role-constructions-to-make-ourselves-equal opinion (feminists?). I’m pretty sure anyone who knows me can guess which way I lean, but that doesn’t mean I need to condemn behavior simply because it fits the opposing model.
For example, I don’t think women should need to rely on beauty and looks to be successful. I’m a big supporter of intelligence and logic! At the same time, if a woman cares a lot about her appearance, it doesn’t make her less worthy of gender equality or respect. Fashion is pretty much the only area where women have more flexibility and choice compared to men, so of course it’s looked down upon in patriarchal society as frivolous and superficial! Looks and books aren’t mutually exclusive; I can care about both math and makeup and it shouldn’t make me less of a woman from either point of view.
Then there’s also the issue of slut-shaming. I’ll be honest, I have a personal bias against seeing ass cheeks and peeping thongs or women who have no shame in trying to seduce men/women. However, I should be applauding these women for taking control of their sexuality! If a woman feels empowered when she looks, acts, or feels sexy, who am I to tell her to stop? I may love Mulan for rescuing her man and being the hero of her story, but I gotta give it to Ariel for taking charge of her sexuality and doing whatever it took to get in Prince Eric’s pants (hello, Baby Melody).
Anyways I’m not really sure what I’m saying anymore…haha. I know I’ll always make room to look down on completely illogical people and bullshittery, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that no one type of woman is definitively “better” or more “real” than the next.
Open books and legs, blow minds and guys.