whenever i do something slightly stupid i’ve realized that i do this thing where i look down at my hands and whisper, “who am i??” to myself.
like i’m going crazy or something. it’s a fun little inside joke i have with myself. you know, because i’m fun like that.
like i did it just now after i dropped some ice cubes.
i do it so often though sometimes i forget about how it would sound to outsiders (did i just use the word outsiders to describe any person that isn’t me? that’s weird)
anyways like i was at subway the other day and when i couldn’t get the drink lid to fit on the cup i just put it down and whispered, “who am i??” and then when i looked up the guy next to me was more than a little weirded out.
oh, my, god.
Sounds like something Linnea or Katy (or Jesse for that matter) would do……
i just made my mom cry because she read my memoir for english class and didn’t see herself mentioned once. but i did talk about going to reno with her! and she seemed more ok after that. and then i added in a line about how it was important that she see my school. i feel sooooo bad, but it was about skiing! and she doesn’t ski with us! that’s only part of my life, but the part that’s the easiest to write about.
“I’m a bit too late to the party here, but there’s actually something interested to be said about this.
I’m involved with some rape crisis activism, and one of the metaphors that activists use when talking about date rape is that of drunk driving.
Thirty years ago, the ‘responsible’ attitude toward drunk driving was “On New Year’s Eve, stay off the streets, because there are a lot of drunk drivers out there who might kill you.” And then, starting in the 1980s, there was a concerted public health effort to shift the paradigm toward the phrase we all have drummed into our heads: “Friends don’t let friends drive drunk.” As in, it’s not your responsibility to hide from drunk drivers; it’s your job to recognize that drunk driving is irresponsible and unacceptable, and to prevent your friends from doing it - in other words, to make drunk driving taboo. And it worked! Lots of us in our late 20s think of drunk driving as a secular mortal sin…something we would never, ever do, and that we would be disgusted and angry to have discovered our friends had done.
Right now, we think of it as girls’ responsibility to protect themselves from rape: don’t get tanked! don’t leave your drink unattended! don’t let your friends leave you at the bar! etc. This is the “stay off the streets, drunk drivers might be out there!” safety model. But someday, a generation or so from now, it might be something different. It might be: “Friends don’t let friends have sex with drunk people.” Or, to put it slightly differently: our kids might take it for granted that you need active, sober consent from someone before you bone them. Shocking!
Does that sound horribly harsh? Are you about to rush to your keyboard and say, “That’s so unfair! Lots of times when drunk people say they want to have sex, they really mean it!” Sure. And the truth is, most of the time when you get behind the wheel when you’re drunk, you get home safely. But sometimes, when you drive drunk, people get hurt. And that girl who is stumbling along next to you might be in a blackout, or the survivor of some really fucked up abuse, or you might be too drunk yourself, and in too much of a rush to realize that the scared 18 year old you’re about to get with is whispering “no” and doesn’t mean it as a joke.
Here’s a message from the future: don’t have sex with drunk people. If you meet a drunk girl at the bar, flirt with her, make out with her on the street corner, and program your number into the phone. If she invites you home, hey, sure, go back with her and make out til dawn. Then fall asleep, make some breakfast, and distract yourself from your hangover by doing it to your hearts’ content once you’re sober.
After all, what have you got to lose? If you truly don’t believe she’ll still sleep with you once her head clears…how much was that consent worth to you, really?”—
From a person on Reddit whose name is, surprisingly enough, whataperv. I’m not posting this because you guys need a lecture about consent, but because this was a surprisingly effective argument that swayed some of Reddit’s alarmingly pro-rape posters.
The original comment is here, but don’t read any of the others. Like I said, some Redditors can be pretty… rapey.
“No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, and easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.”—T.S. Eliot
“Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”—T.S. Eliot
“Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?”—T.S. Eliot
“There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.”—T.S. Eloit
Never have I caused so much drama before. It all feels so stupid. With my head, I understand her position. I don’t think I ever will in my heart. Everybody seems to have that “best friend” that always calls them to hang out or to make plans. They always include each other, that’s always where the plans start. I DON’T HAVE THAT FRIEND. NOBODY CALLS ME TO HANG OUT. Yeah, I hung out with people last night, but do you think they would have called me if I hadn’t been the one who had weed?
Throughout high school I have managed to so successfully isolate myself that I am going into a weekend entirely without plans. There seem to be two basic reasons why this happened. The first is that I was dating a boy from before freshman year until September of senior year. My friends assume (still somehow) that I always have plans with him. We used to do everything together, but he works constantly now and I barely see him. Secondly, I ski for 4-6 months of the year, destroying my social life all winter. But this doesn’t mean that I should never be invited to things. I was partially invited to a party this weekend, and then uninvited. Nobody calls me to make plans. I feel like I have to latch onto other people’s plans. I don’t have any of my inside jokes, I latch onto those, too. That’s the real reason I hate high school. Because, somehow, despite having 6 best friends, I’m coming out of it still feeling alone. I hate this place and I can’t wait to move on.
He refuses to wear anything other than extra slim fit.
He refuses to wear anything with less than a 16” neck because he doesn’t like shirts that “strangle” him.
This creates problems, because the last time shirt-makers made shirts with 16” necks in extra slim fit with a 33 inch waist was…
My father has issues with pants. But it’s not because he wears strange ones, its because he’s short (like me) and his belly is in a constant state of change. He also refuses to wear any boxers other than Brooks Brother’s boxers.