March 12, 2010
I'M A FREE BITCH, BABY!
Okay well the bachelorette party was this weekend, but I really don't want to talk about it. Here's bullet-pointed drama for you:
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be born an American Woman. Most women aren't alloted the same freedoms, simply because of where their souls happened to fall into the world. Those women I sympathize with. However, ones who subject themselves to a life of subservience, are women with which I cannot share any empathy, nor can I pardon.
I feel like the only things I'm passionate about is female empowerment and gay rights.
Speaking of which, I got suckered into donating money to the fight against Prop 8 the other day. I was on campus, walking to the library with handsfull, and a nice boy with a clipboard started talking to me. Another thing you all should know about me is that when someone starts talking to me, I cannot simply ignore them. I find it disgusting to walk by another human being (especially one who has attempted to communicate with me) and pretend they don't exist; and so, in these cases, I always smile and say "I'm sorry, but I really don't have any time." However, this boy was not so easily deterred by this excuse. He started talking about gay rights and then showed me a terrible statistic and I got all vehement and my anger toward small-minded middle America flared up (which is a dangerous thing . . . I wouldn't want to be on my bad side) and so I donated $10 to fight for equal rights. Also, I may have been signed up to volunteer in raising awareness, but I'm not really sure. However, if anyone wants to go to Lips with me on March 20 from 10 am-3 pm to help campaign for gay rights, please let me know. I began to think afterwards that I really should get involved in the things I feel passionate about because I get really obsessed and worked up about things that I care about; who knows, maybe I could make a difference? And more importantly, maybe I could grow as a person and come up with some really beautiful writing because of it?
Speaking of writing, my techniques of poetry class is going quite well. I'm pretty sure my professor thinks I'm one of the best in the class, and I have been very prolific as of late. However, there are two dumb hos in my class who suggested I lose some of the exclamations in my latest poem ("the virgin dreams apocalypse") even though I was mimicking the biblical form of proclamations that are so often exclamatory. SOMEONE has obviously never taken a Bible as Lit course. Or even studied the Bible. Dumb, dumb girls. What's more, I am reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and in the chapter I had to read for my class today, I found James Joyce to be using the same structure as I did in MY poem. So am I saying I'm a genius? Who knows? Only time will tell.
OKAY. That's all. Maybe I'll see some of you soon? It's been a while since we've hung out and I miss being around such level-headed, normal people.
- two people backed out, but thankfully the drag queens understood and I didn't have to pay $20 for one of the guests being inconsiderate and $20 for one of them coming down with H1N1
- I'm pretty sure my car almost got stuck in a river of mud
- our waiteress (yes. waiter-ess) at Lips was named Gina. She also happened to be the trannie who performed Poker Face. Fate?
- I'm never organizing a bachelorette party again. The bill was $400 and I have no idea how much I paid--Jessica and I just kept throwing in twenties until it evened out. CHEAPSKATES.
- okay, I lied. I'll probably end up organizing or helping to organize at least three (Janine, Annie, Katy) more bachelorette parties in my life, maybe four (Melissa), but that's IT. Unless I become a wedding planner. Which I always thought would be really fun.
- it kind of sucks that I'm not a bridesmaid
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be born an American Woman. Most women aren't alloted the same freedoms, simply because of where their souls happened to fall into the world. Those women I sympathize with. However, ones who subject themselves to a life of subservience, are women with which I cannot share any empathy, nor can I pardon.
I feel like the only things I'm passionate about is female empowerment and gay rights.
Speaking of which, I got suckered into donating money to the fight against Prop 8 the other day. I was on campus, walking to the library with handsfull, and a nice boy with a clipboard started talking to me. Another thing you all should know about me is that when someone starts talking to me, I cannot simply ignore them. I find it disgusting to walk by another human being (especially one who has attempted to communicate with me) and pretend they don't exist; and so, in these cases, I always smile and say "I'm sorry, but I really don't have any time." However, this boy was not so easily deterred by this excuse. He started talking about gay rights and then showed me a terrible statistic and I got all vehement and my anger toward small-minded middle America flared up (which is a dangerous thing . . . I wouldn't want to be on my bad side) and so I donated $10 to fight for equal rights. Also, I may have been signed up to volunteer in raising awareness, but I'm not really sure. However, if anyone wants to go to Lips with me on March 20 from 10 am-3 pm to help campaign for gay rights, please let me know. I began to think afterwards that I really should get involved in the things I feel passionate about because I get really obsessed and worked up about things that I care about; who knows, maybe I could make a difference? And more importantly, maybe I could grow as a person and come up with some really beautiful writing because of it?
Speaking of writing, my techniques of poetry class is going quite well. I'm pretty sure my professor thinks I'm one of the best in the class, and I have been very prolific as of late. However, there are two dumb hos in my class who suggested I lose some of the exclamations in my latest poem ("the virgin dreams apocalypse") even though I was mimicking the biblical form of proclamations that are so often exclamatory. SOMEONE has obviously never taken a Bible as Lit course. Or even studied the Bible. Dumb, dumb girls. What's more, I am reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and in the chapter I had to read for my class today, I found James Joyce to be using the same structure as I did in MY poem. So am I saying I'm a genius? Who knows? Only time will tell.
OKAY. That's all. Maybe I'll see some of you soon? It's been a while since we've hung out and I miss being around such level-headed, normal people.
gina
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Jeff Micklos • March 12th 2010 • Reply
Hey gina, what's up?
Is that a weird way to start a comment? I think so.
ANYWAYS,
When I read "two people backed out," I thought it said "two people blacked out." That would have been quite the party!
Also, I totally feel you on the subject of people who are enslaved by their partners. It is not only disgusting but terribly sad, whether it is male or female.
I want to help them so badly but there is nothing you can do to get through to them. But yet, I will keep trying...
Annie and I watched a bit of Lady Gaga videos the other night, as MTV was having a marathon of her videos. It was hard to watch but we thought of you.
Annie Szafranski • March 14th 2010 • Reply
Yeah, forget her and her boyfriend, that is terrible!
BUTBUTBUT
The other day I watched Lady Gaga's video...and I almost turned it off in the beginning.......but I stuck it through. I liked one part of it, but the rest was too ridiculous for me!