be real.
stop pretending you’re interested in shit that you aren’t really interested in.
that’s just really good advice.
you can thank me for it later.
stop pretending you’re interested in shit that you aren’t really interested in.
that’s just really good advice.
you can thank me for it later.
The old feminine mystique – the idea that women are not capable beyond the home – has pretty much broken down. But there are some new mystiques. One I call the “hottie mystique” – the idea being sold to young women that you can indeed do anything the men can, but only if you constantly display how “hot” you are at the same time. Another is the mothering mystique – which tells slightly older women that they too can be anything they want in the work world but that they also have to be super-moms besides, and if they can’t do everything perfectly they should opt out.
The mommy mystique is the flip side of what sociologists Phyllis Moen and Patricia Roehling call the “career mystique” – the idea that a successful career requires you to be constantly available, more than full-time, to the demands of work… These mystiques create higher levels of work-family conflict in America – for both men and women. In fact men now report higher work-family conflict than women do. Paradoxically, you might say that one of the biggest gains of the women’s movement is that many of the issues we face today are no longer confined primarily to women but must be solved on behalf of BOTH sexes.
— Stephanie Coontz on why feminism has been good for romance. (via poptech)
(via equalitymyth)
Source: csmonitor.com
it’s like, okay, you’re singing on youtube for a reason. you’re not cool. you’re voice sounds like every other filipino i’ve heard on youtube.
honestly, i hate anyone who sings on youtube, but it’s always easier to stumble onto a filipino singing the latest cheesy love song on the radio. just stop. you’re making the rest of us look bad.
All this time, I’ve been telling myself I didn’t need to use the SelfControl app.
I’ve been saying that I can concentrate.
That I have self-control all on my own and I don’t need a stupid MacBook app to control me.
But guess what? I do need it.
Kill me.
Don’t feel justified. Come and put a little love into my void.”
He said, “It’s all in your head.”
I said, “So’s everything,” but he didn’t get it.
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy.
The ’90s angsty teenage girl in me is getting to me. Fiona, you know my feelings so well.
let me get this job. i need it. i haven’t been employed in forever.
and the lady told me everything looked good.
the only thing wrong was that i knocked some cups off the table.
BUT SHE SAID IT WAS FINE.
nervoussssssSs
is anyone else as depressed as i am that natalie portman’s next movie is with ASHTON KUTCHER?
she’s so awesome and cute and talented and she’s starring in a stupid romantic comedy with ASHTON KUTCHER.
the guy who played kelso.
the guy who tattooed sweet on his back and spent 5 minutes fighting with seann william scott over what it really said.
why, natalie, WHY.
i forgot how much it sucked living with my roommate.
blah.
my day consisted of buses and anthropology readings. here are some random thoughts..
first off, why do i go to school in michigan? i pay out of state tuition to go somewhere with HARSHER winters in chicago. now, i initially thought this was not a problem when i sent my acceptance letter to msu, but now i hate snow, despite my former love for it. why do i hate snow? because my fatass high school self never fucking walked anywhere and now all i do is walk.
but to solve the walking dilemma, i bought a bus pass, which makes my life slightly easier. however, there are a few problems with the buses here:
1. after i bought my books, i needed to take the 33 to go back to my apartment and sleep. because it was snowing, the bus was packed. i thought that maybe i would have to wait for the next bus, but decided to try anyway. i wait in line and the bus driver closes the door in my face after the person before me gets in. mind you, i was the last in line. either i’m invisible, or that bus driver is a sadist.
2. i still have to wait outside for the bus…
3. the buses are crowded in the winter. i sat between two oversized bus patrons on one of my bus rides. it was either that, or standing and holding on to an overhead bar that i cannot reach.
4. my inability to hold onto said bar without getting tired shows that i need a workout.
5. the routes are so fucked up, but i mean, this is mainly my fault. the 33 goes to the union and then is a route to holden hall. holden is on the opposite side of campus from my apartment. so to get to my apartment from the union, i have to take the bus all the way to holden and then back. however, this could easily have been solved by a) walking from the union to my apartment or b) getting off at the station and just taking a bus that was headed toward the union. but i am a lazy fuck.
fin.