yesterday in class, a girl from Africa (not sure where exactly, she didn’t elaborate) was talking about women in prostitution and the terrible systems of human trafficking in her home country and this white girl honest to god raised her hand afterwards to be like “while I think all of that is totally important, I also think it’s important we call them ‘sex workers’ and not ‘prostitutes’” and I hit peak liberalism fifty times in the span of four seconds
I can stomach bro-type boys who actually are quite sweet and loveable beneath their bro exterior significantly more than like, guys who study philosophy and write “poetry” but beneath it all actually have the skewed moral compass and heedless self absorption of your common or garden bro.
i wish i had like really great friends who were spontaneous and loved me and we could go to museums on saturdays?? hikes on sundays??? study together at the library on mondays?? we could go see movies and critique them together. draw and paint on friday nights, help each other decorate our rooms, we could read books together then discuss like i just want some pure and positive friends…where y'all at
are you trying to be a better human or are you just trying to emulate the qualities and personas you idolise in your head? are you aspiring to reach new heights for yourself or for other people? if it’s for yourself, is it really for your self, or for the sole sake of having something substantial to look back on in the future?
the greatest skill a woman can learn for herself is self reliance
to clarify … so many strong women in my life rely on men. that dependence is dangerous. ladies here are some good ref resources I’ve found helpful on my journey towards self reliance
The effect that A Quiet Place had on the theater was so unreal. People were afraid to eat. Half the people, myself and the guy beside me included, spent tense movie moments covering their mouths as to not make a sound, one time somebody stepped on a nacho container during a VERY tense moment and the entire theater lost their shit. People were gasping, one woman screamed, everyone chatised the individual quickly and hushedly before returning to the movie. When the lights came up everyone was still whispering. People were tiptoeing out like everyone was fucking silent and to have THAT effect on your audience shows something.
i am a grown ass woman, an academic, a published researcher, a criminologist, i even pay taxes and have a lease on a comfortable but reasonably priced sedan, but the second i see the number “69″ in any context its like i’m being possessed by the spirit of every 13 year old boy worldwide simultaneously. the lizard brain frantically slams the shutdown button on my reasonable mental processes with manic glee and the word ‘nice’ is out of my mouth quicker than a wildfire during a drought
