Kimya Dawson - I Like My Bike
Kimya Dawson - I Like My Bike
ngl though, I legit knew a girl in high school who talked about how gross lesbians are but then started talking about how she was bi a few days later I was pretty in the closet back then but even then I saw through it and super resented it
DESTROY THE MYTH THAT TEENAGE GIRLS WHO IDENTIFY AS BISEXUAL ARE DOING IT FOR ATTENTION
my brain will not let me remember what the 3rd to last one is
talkin tattoos with my good friend who should be coming to visit me this week if her car is in good enough condition. then I won’t have to go see big freedia alone.
getting on food stamps in louisiana is going to be a somewhat arduous process. kinda wished I had just not opened a case here and kept getting food stamps on my hawaii card. it probably would have gone on for a few more months. is this what people call Gaming the System? am I the Downfall of America? probably. really tho I just want to be able to buy some kale without breaking the bank.
In the age of “leaning in” and “having it all,” the superwoman model for female living persists with a vengeance. Feminism is supposed to be a refuge from all that perfection-seeking, but even there, it’s easy to feel bested, lured by things that are bad for women but great for entertainment: Cue your guilty dancing every time “Blurred Lines” comes on the radio.
In her new essay collection, Bad Feminist, out August 5, author Roxane Gay wrestles with this conundrum. “When I drive to work, I listen to thuggish rap at a very loud volume, even though the lyrics are degrading to women and offend me to my core,” she writes. “I am mortified by my music choices.”
Gay—literature professor, novelist, prolificTwitterer, and blogger who imparts life wisdom couched in cooking advice—is best known for her deeply personal essays about everything from politics to pop culture. Most of the writings in this collection have been published at various outlets, including at The Rumpus, where Gay is essays editor.
Bad Feminist reads like an autobiography, segueing from elements of Gay’s life—her Nebraska upbringing, her Haitian-American family, her cooking—into smart critiques of everything from reproductive rights to the Sweet Valley High andTwilight books. It’s a mix of the somber and the hilarious; Gay aptly quotes both Judith Butler and the Ying Yang Twins. “I am flawed and human,” Gay writes. “I am messy.” And capital-F feminism could do with a little more messiness.
I caught up with Gay a few weeks after the release of her latest novel, An Untamed State, as she prepped for back-to-back summer book tours, to discuss her survival tactics for social awkwardness, her Scrabble obsession, and why she never shows her writing to her parents.
in all honesty
people can smell desperation from a mile away
and if they smell it
either they will be turned off by your low self esteem
turned on by the opportunity to take advantage of your low self esteem
sad and real.
Bestfriend Grrlfriend. Formerly Cher Horowitz and Femteen. And a lotta other bands. Still danceable.
I totally saw the megabus that goes to houston today actually, on st claude and elysian fields. 100% would recommend megabus, took it several times going from sacramento to san francisco and vice versa and it was gr8