I’m in two classes meant for graduate students and man, there is a lot of reading. I have at least seventy pages of dense reading every other day and I never thought I would say this, but I’m tired of reading about gender. I loved my Anthropology and Women’s Gender Studies classes because they offered these new insights and perspectives that I never thought of before. Except now they’re not so new so they’re not so interesting either. I’ve been really slacking on my readings (seriously, I’ve read maybe one out of every ten readings assigned.)
Thing is, I have to write reaction papers and prompts based on these readings. For the last three weeks, my work has mostly been bs/fluff and done with minimum effort. And yet..I’m still doing okay. I’m getting good grades. This isn’t me bragging though. It’s me expressing dissatisfaction at our education system and how easily it can be manipulated. I’m not actually learning the material. It’s a little disheartening that I can get away with being so lazy whereas there are people who actually know and understand and getting the same grades. I know this sounds crazy, like I’m complaining about passing my classes, but I guess some part of me wants to get called out. I didn’t really earn those grades. I’m sure you’re thinking, “Hey, if it bothers you that much, just do the freaking work,” but it doesn’t change the fact that I can get away with bsing and that means other people can too.
It really irks me when people talk about how oh yeah, it’s totally okay to torture terrorists and to shoot people on your property and blah blah. When push comes to shove, would you actually do that? Can you handle the legal and moral consequences of hurting/killing another human being? Do you want to? You say it so nonchalantly and act all macho, but no, it’s ridiculous and unnecessary. Violence should be a LAST resort, not the first.
You know, this is why I hate that media glorifies and justifies violence. But of course, that is okay. Violence sells stories and makes profits. And now we have a fucked up culture that adores and fawns over violence and it makes me sick. “Punching people is so cool.” Yeah, whatever. We have so little regard for human life.
Crunk Feminist Collective (http://crunkfeministcollective.wordpress.com/2012/07/26/throwback-thursday-living-single/)
THANK YOU, I am so sick of this prioritization. What ever happened to the value of friendship? One of the reasons why I hate the term :”friendzoned.” Oh no, you’re friends with someone. Is that really such a bad thing?
It just sucks. I’m actually an affectionate person and I like hugs and holding hangs and snuggling, but nooooo, it’s frown upon to express affection even when it’s perfectly innocent. Ugh.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn—
With every goodbye, you learn."
Drunk Joee says a lot of things that Sober Joee knows not to say.
I spilled so many secrets last night. Damn it, Drunk Joee.
When you really like someone and care about them, you’re gambling with your happiness. Now their actions and their feelings affect you, but you don’t have any control over what they do or what they feel.
I don’t like the idea that part of my happiness is in someone else’s hands. This is the risk you take whenever you care about anyone. It’s not a risk I like taking and I wonder if I subconsciously and/or consciously hold back from caring freely or from letting myself like a person as much. It seems like I’m always looking for the exit.
My business management class had a guest lecturer today and before I go on, I want to say that this professor is great. I have nothing against him.That lecturer, on the other hand…
I was already wary of him when he mentioned God a few times. It’s perfectly okay to have religious beliefs and to talk about them, but it is NOT okay in a class that has nothing to do with religion and in a secular university. You don’t see me hitting up churches to preach about evolution.
Whatever. I didn’t care that much.
That is, until he made the comment, “Men are supposed to lead. Now ladies, this is not a chauvinistic statement. You benefit from this.”
What. The. Fuck.
It’s a chauvinist statement, alright, and I don’t benefit from someone else calling the shots in my life; I benefit from self-determination. LEAD YOUR SORRY BUTT OUT THE DOOR.
I am seriously tempted to email my professor and issue an complaint. I don’t know if I’m making a big deal out of nothing, but that comment really irked me.