Thursday, June 28, 2012

Double Standards :or: Mmmm Smexy bodies

A friend of mine posted a link to this blog/post thingy. And it intrigued me, not only because I've had a tiny little secret desire to see Magic Mike, but also because I've noticed the double standards elsewhere. For those of you who didn't click the link and have no idea what I'm talking about, the post is about female's reactions to the movie, Magic Mike, which is about some male strippers. Honestly, I don't even know if it has a plot. But with Channing Tatum's abs, is a plot really necessary?

My last sentence may or may not have been meant ironically (but seriously, he has GREAT ABS) Now, this kind of sentence came from the type of person with balls, he might get a reprimand. If he were to comment on a movie about female strippers, and the actors being fit, it might come off a bit sexist or pervy. You know? Which I think is unfair. Now, I really have no clue what makes a girl "hot" or "fit" in the eyes of a guy. I really don't. Though I imagine it differs from male to male. I mean, one guy might see big tits, and think, "Oh wow, hello there." Others might not care about that at all, and instead be an ass man. Or they might be attracted to a fine pair of eyes in a pretty face. I honestly have no idea. I mean, my celebrity crushes are different than my friends celebrity crushes, which must mean we are attracted to different things. For instance, my main celebrity crush is Darren Criss. Especially when his hair's all loose and curly and he has a beard. Mmmm. Just mmm. So lovely. He's also got a very nice body. Well. At least torso/arms/legs. And ass. And face. But I digress. 

It seems unfair that men "get in trouble" (so to say) for this kind of behavior, while women don't. Men can't look at women's bodies and appreciate them, but women get a free pass....? Women can be just as vulgar/perverted/dirty minded as men. There are women who masturbate (at least if the awesome webcomic Girls with Slingshots is true to life) Women who think about sex all the time. Women who don't see men as men so much as a thing with a cock that would feel so good inside them. So why this double standard?

Recently, something of this vein has been bothering me. You know of pintrest, I presume? I do believe I might have mentioned it before (and my super awesome board of potential tattoos) Now, here's the thing that irks me. Lots of people are motivated to loose wait/get healthy, and post motivational things. Not a big deal. In fact, I'm for that. If you want to get healthy, and mayhaps drop a couple pounds, go for it. All for it. You go guurrrrlll. But one of the things that is often posted are pictures of barely clothed women. I had brought this up with my mom, and she was all like, "It's just motivation!" No. No, no no, no. You see, alot of the pictures I've seen are pictures we'd give guys loads of crap for if it was on their pintrest. (Do guys have pintrests? Point still stands) Look at these pictures. Looks at them. These are in the fitness section.

What person stands with their ass perfectly arched out like that? Honestly now. It makes for a very nice line, but honestly. And then there's the girl in the bikini. Yes, she has a nice body. But can you honestly say that if some guy you know had this picture on his facebook wall, you'd feel perfectly fine with it?

As a girl who has been raised in church since she was born, I've gotten modesty talks over and over again. We need to keep our tits hidden, we need to not dress slutty, we need to help our brothers out but not dressing provocatively. You know why? Because they're male, they have dicks, and they think with them. Well, it wasn't said like that, but you get the drift. (I just unintentionally made me laugh. Mid drifts are another thing to be kept under wraps. And by wraps, I mean clothes.) So. Most the people I know on pintrest are people who've either sat with me through such talks, or believe in mostly acting that way anyways. So why the fuck would they think it's okay to post stuff like this? I don't get it.

I'd rather it be all or nothing. I'd rather we all accept that sometimes we're attracted to people sexually, and sometimes we talk about a person as more as a really nice looking thing than as a person, or that we'd all just stop. Which would be super hard, not only for guys, but also for those who are going to be artists and doctors. You know? I believe the body is beautiful. (Maybe not cocks so much. Those are kind of icky looking, not going to lie.)  But it is beautiful, and it should be admired. Think upon great works of art. Like Michelangelo's David. I don't know if you know this, but that statue is completely in the buff. Nothing to hide. I think the big difference, between such a work of art and the photo's from pintrest, is how he's portrayed. He's not booty poppin'. He's not carved so his abs are the first thing you noticed. He's not giving off a smoldering look. He's there as a statue, not a carving of something overly sexual.

This is all my opinion. I could be sprouting complete and utter bullshit, for all I know. I just hate it when people talk about males as lecherous things who twirl their mustaches well fapping to pictures of almost nekked ladies. Women do it too. Maybe we don't fap to it. But we gush. We draw fanart. We drool. We go on and on about it. We kid about our ovaries exploding. We talk about wanting this or that person's babies. In a way, we kind of emotionally fap to them. Which could be just as bad.

After all that heavy talk about double standards, should I add a pick up line?
......Yes. But don't worry, I chose a super appropriate one. (Kind of. Just.... It's ironic, okay? Cause I'm just so hipster and all that shit.)

.....I'm such a lady. #sarcasm
So. If there's anyone out there who'd like to weigh in, tell me I'm wrong, agree with me, tell me I have nice tits, knock yourself out. As long as you aren't saying stuff like "I hate you!! Go kill yourself!", I'd love to hear what you think.

P.S. I'm off to watch some of the super awesome Lizzie Bennet diaries!! I made myself wait till I had finished my blog. If you want to watch the latest episode that I'm about to run off and squee about, hear ya go:

Edit: recently a friend told me this post was really explicit. I personally feel like maybe they missed the point. It's not about sex, or sexy times, or wanting to have sex. It was meant to be kind of an, we all have these thoughts, urges, feelings, whatever. But why is it expected of guys to have these thoughts, were as if girls have such thoughts, we just all laugh together, or we hide them? It's a part of being a human. Except for asexual people.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Who has 2 thumbs and Loves the Lizzie Bennet Diaries?

I love this web show so much. And I want to share it with everyone I can!! ....Or spam it everywhere I can, which ever.

Sometimes I just go through a phase where I just want to watch all the Pride and Prejudice I can. I also have troubles with trying to spell prejudice with two d's. But yah. Y'all should mosey on over and check it out.


 I really love how they made Darcy seem all hipster-y. "These people seem to be enjoying popular music un-ironically."

A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. <3
Not a pick up line per say, but a line from a song that can be used as a pick up line...

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

A Goodly Day for a Blog

I was just sitting here, minding my business, when I thought to myself, today would be an excellent day for a blog! Yuppers. And today, boys and girls, I want to talk about words, actually certain words that are looked down upon. 

Last night, I was talking to my sister and mom. And I had mentioned that I feel better emotionally, (and feel like I'm less of a bitch) when I've spent some time with friends. I had seen Danielle and Danni on Friday, and Saturday, I felt less pissy in general. Maybe it's just me, but I really think it makes a difference. Or maybe I just miss everyone so much...

Anywho, we're talking and my mom says, "What, you can't talk to us? What are we, chopped liver?" Now, I do talk to my family. But I don't bare the deepest darkest corners of my soul to them. I also try not to cuss around them. (Though this one time I said something about some one trying to fuck up around my mom, and I don't think she even heard me.) I don't know about you or your life. I don't. But even though I often cuss, I try to restrain myself around those who think it to be vulgar. Which can be super hard. I personally feel that we should use the words that best fit the situation. And if the proper word is shit, then so be it. (Later on I said something about how something pissed me off, and my mom put her hands over her ears, and went, "lalalalala" as loud as she could)
 So. Somewhere around the beginning of this lovely blog, I have a post that talks about cussing, how I don't believe in not doing something just because people tell me it's wrong. If I am going to restrain from doing something (like cussing), I want it to be because I have a personal conviction that it's wrong. And I honestly don't think that cussing is wrong. My sister said something about, it's okay as long as you use it in the right context! Which is bullshit. I mean, unless we want to make sure every single word we use is in the right context. All or nothing.

Now the point of this blog is not to say that cussing is fucking amazing and we should all do it. No. In fact, that's not even the point I want to make. The point I want to make is that sometimes, those who are against saying shit, fuck, bitch, all those fun swear words, these people almost seem more concerned with someone who says shit, and the fact that the word was said, than more important things. 

One of my professors gave us an example of this. A speaker was talking at some christian assembly/meeting/convention. A prominent speaker. He opened up with a fact, that stated how many kids die each year with out ever getting the chance to know about God. And then he said 'shit'. Which he followed up with, "Most of you are now more horrified that I said shit, than all of those children."

The point, my darling readers, is cussing can be vulgar. It can be. But words and reactions can be even more vulgar. If I had been at this meeting, I wouldn't have even thought twice about him saying shit. I have my own shit I don't got together, I have no place to judge. But the fact that there are children dying. CHILDREN. DYING. Probably of diseases that could be prevented, depending on where they live or don't live. THAT breaks my heart. It breaks my heart so much more than any "naughty" word could ever do.

Honestly, I would rather have people cuss. Really. I think the people who care about such things have become so sensitized to it, that they almost consider it a giant sin. Something to be overcome. But I would rather have people say shit than have them lie, or slander. I would rather them say fuck than have them cheat in their relationship. I would rather them say bitch than have them cut down other people, or hate on other people. There are so many things wrong in our society. I don't think cussing is our biggest concern. You can be rude and vulgar without cussing, by your attitude or how you say your words.

After that fun, lighthearted post, have a pick up line/daily odd comment.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Scaredy Cat or I really shouldn't be in Gryffindor

 I think, I could be wrong (I don't have alot of data to base it on) But I think I'm scared. Now, I have my fair share of doubts, fears, and anxieties. For instance, I have an irrational fear of mannequins. It's not as bad as it used to be when I was a little tyke, but they still really freak me out. And I get anxiety when it comes to speaking out in class, or even Sunday school classes. I can't do it, till it becomes almost a fear or, what if I open my mouth and something stupid comes out? Or I'll be thinking about my birthday for whatever reason, and I'll get terrified that I'll just blurt out that "It's muh birthday!" It scares me. And don't get me started on public speaking. Long story short, I shake. It's not pleasant.

Recently, I've been thinking about boyfriends and how nice it would be to have one. But at the same time, I'm scared. What if no one ever likes me? What if I love this person? Will that person love me the same way? It's very very scary. It's almost like gambling on not only your fucking emotions, but some one else's too. You have no idea how they feel about you, except what they tell you. And people have been known to lie every now and then.

I'm also terribly awkward. In cases where I've found out some one likes me, or someone asks me "Do you think that person likes you?", I've become.... less open and close with them? I guess? I just stop spending as much time with them, and often I'll even become a bit rude and sharp to them. And I hate myself for it. I want to be loving and kind and nice. And I try! I do try.

I think it's fear. I really really do. You know, I look forward to having kids (not the actual pushing them out of my vagina, but you know, the kids) I love kids. I do. Now, babies that spit and poop and drool I don't absolutely adore. But I get excited about having kids of my own. Whether adopted or the ones I carry myself. Because they will be mine, and something I can love unconditionally. They will be mine. I look forward to that. I can call them pet names, like darling, or sweetheart. And it won't be weird, cause they shall be mine to look after and protect, and love. 

With a significant other, you can't guarantee that they'll be yours and yours alone. There are other people in their lives. They have parents, siblings, friends, mentors. And that's the way it should be. But the uncertainty. It's annoying and difficult. Maybe I'll just be an old cat lady. That would take away the anxiety a bit. A bit like waving the white flag at the same time, though. Or, it's like not liking to order from fast food places, so you just don't go.
Now that I've bared some of my insecurities to the world......
here's a pick up line. Cause that's just how I roll.
I post stuff like this and wonder how I'm single

P.S. I'm on Pottermore (twice). The first time I was put in Ravenclaw, the second time I actually was put in Gryffindor. In case you were wondering about the title. I'm fairly sure I should be in Slytherin, though I want to be in Hufflepuff. I've spent long showers dwelling on such important questions as which house I'd be in. But I guess Pottermore knows best.

Monday, June 4, 2012

The Angels have the phonebox; or my sister's birthday gift

 So, my sisters birthday is at the end of July, and normally I have no idea what to get her, and normally end up getting her money. But not this year! No! For I have had an idea.

 I have decided. I shall make a set of mugs, (well decorate a set of mugs.) And they shall be Doctor Who themed. If you don't know Doctor who, shame. Go out and get yo'self learned about this spectacular phenomenom. Though, you might get hooked. Out of all of my friends who've witnessed this lovely lovely show, only one has not fallen in love. (Apparently she doesn't like Sci-fy. She hasn't even seen Star Wars :/ But I love her anywho.)

These mugs will be a set of two. They'll both have "The angels have taken the phone box" quote on a side, and "Don't blink" in the very bottom of the mug. And then one of the mugs will have the Tardis, and the other will have a weeping angel.

I'm rather proud of this idea, too. I'm planning on doing it on Wednesday, so hopefully it turns out nicely.
 My family's just finished the forth season, with Donna. And I'm so proud to announce, they've grown to like her more than they originally did. They had thought she was annoying, which pissed me off a tiny bit, because she's my favorite. I mean, I love Rose, and I ship her and Ten like nothing else, I adore Amy and Rory, but Donna is just my favorite.

She's so compassionate, and yes, she can be loud, but she's so loving. She was willing to have her brain be burned out, just so she could stay with the Doctor. She knew how lonely he is. And she wanted to stay. The Doctor Donna. The most important woman in the universe.

And I ardently love and adore her. I just want her to be happy.

Plus I want to be Catherine Tate when I grow up.

Friday, June 1, 2012

So, I've realized something. Just now. Just recently. I was looking through the stuff I've pinned on Pintrest, and I recently added a new board exclusively for tattoos, entitled Someday. > Le board de tattoos <3 <  Check it out if you're interested. If not, carry on.

But I have realized that it is potentially a blessing in disguise, not being able to get a tattoo right now. Because, you see, I really want one. Actually, I really want several. But mayhaps this not getting one at this point in time will end up being a good thing. Because now I can think about what I want. Dream about it. And really find what will be the best tattoo to get.

It will happen. It is definitely going to happen. But, if I look on the bright side of things, and be okay with waiting, I will have tattoos that are lovely, that mean something to me. Part of the reason I love tattoos is that they are there for pretty much ever. And if it's something there forever, I want something I love, something lovely, something that means something to me. A little bit of pretty to brighten up my day on shitty days. And who doesn't love that?

I keep seeing people post/pin/have a status/tweet that "People ask me why I don't have a tattoo, and I reply, 'Why would you put a bumper sticker on a Ferrari'". Okay, first off, if you are a Ferrari, you are implying that there are different types of cars, and you are a high end, expensive, and fancy car. Second, you make it sound, a tiny bit, like those who do have tattoos are a lesser car. Like they're an old Impala or some junker car. The people I've heard say this, I know they don't mean it that way. But sometimes we need to think about what our words are saying, even more than what we're saying. Because they don't always match up. Okay, and now thirdly. Tattoos are not comparable to bumper stickers. Bumper stickers are things you stick on your car, and they can come off. Tattoos are more like the paint. Some people leave the paint of their car the color it was originally. Others change it, or maybe only change some of it. Maybe they get a cool gradient effect going. But tattoos are NOT bumper stickers.

I know not everyone likes/wants tattoos. I understand that. I don't like brussel sprouts. They're icky. But that just means, I'm not going to go out and get some. I mean, if it's something you don't want, why the hell would you want to go out and get it? But I also try not to complain, or defend myself. I don't like them, but I don't need to explain why I would never put them in my body.

Tattoos are beautiful. Tattoos are art. Tattoos are a little something that stays with you till you are in the grave. And I love them for that. You don't have to like them, you don't have to want them. But maybe you shouldn't post stuff about why you'd never get one, or why they're icky and gross. Because honestly, as someone who desperately wants them, and is just waiting till she moves out, those are slightly offensive to me. I mean, it's just something I've spent my whole fuckin life wanting, but no, you go right ahead and say why they are worthless and you would never get one. Bazinga.

Okay. I'm done my little rant. In conclusion, I feel a bit better about waiting for a tat of my own, and please stop saying why it's stupid to get a tattoo. Kaythxbai

I'm trying to add more pictures again! I seriously want a little dog like this. He's so cute!! Though I just want a dog in general... 
I love pickup lines, so these under roos just make me happy. Though apparently they're from Victoria's Secret. This might condemn me as a hipster, but I feel like Victoria's Secret is a tad too mainstream to shop at. I'd rather get muh underroos from my favorite stores.  I dunno why. But, main point, pick up lines FTW.

And yes. More Tom. <3 He's just so wonderful.  
And lastly, this afternoon, I'm making cupcakes!!! Super excited for that :{D