Category Archives: Rants

FFS

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It’s women like you that defeat my entire purpose. I’m fighting to prove it isn’t about gender and you use your femininity as a weapon. Shielding yourself behind an army of insipid friends and lovers, wrapped in narcissistic insecurity. Only interacting with people that coddle you doesn’t make you an introvert. Just a child.  Nursing old pain like a war wound, your bitterness is Shakespearean with unnecessary drama. Bad news, we’ve all been hurt. We are all jaded and bitter. The difference is, I don’t let it stop me.  Continue reading FFS →

Election Remorse

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Our voices are more important than ever. If you have something to say, speak loudly. If you don’t then please just stop and listen. Unify the message and support each other. The space between our differences is where the fractures start. The split interests of the Democrats is arguably what allowed this shit to happen. Personally, I consider this election inconvertible proof that you can buy anything in this country. And if someone with more money comes along he can take it away.

Stop demonizing the “white man” and remember that appearances aren’t what matter. Actions do. Take action by educating yourself. Discover the real demons living among you. Don’t tolerate hate. Don’t laugh at crude, easy jokes. Witness the struggle on a daily basis and try to be patient. Our position in the battle has changed. Preserving the progress we’ve made is a victory. It feels like standing still after all this forward momentum but not losing ground is the goal now. That’s how wars work.

 

I Fucking Voted

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I’ve voted in 3 states so far. Philadelphia and Memphis have similar systems with early voting options and polling on election day itself. In my lifetime, the only information I was given about candidates or policies came from yard signs and partisan TV commercials. The onus is on the voter to educate themselves for the most part. The first time I voted I was amazed to find out how much shit is on the ballot no one even mentions. Amendments, propositions, initiatives, advisories and so many judges. Studying for the SATs is easier.  Continue reading I Fucking Voted →

The Secret Cultural Disparity in America

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I’m less of an asshole when I’m stoned. If we are going to start segregating society into different slashtroverts with various social impairments can we at least agree not all the substances out there have consistent effects? I know when you get stoned it means you are stupid and silly. Being “stoned” has classic connotations that vary depending on your generation and cultural identity. I personally feel way more stoned on an opiate than cannabis. Some people take adderall to feel normal. Others take it because it’s an amphetamine. Vices exist in every corner of our psyche but are differently governed depending on your flavor of upbringing. Continue reading The Secret Cultural Disparity in America →

Anger Issues

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I’m not quick to anger. I’m whatever the opposite of that is. I cower in the face of strong emotion, head between my knees waiting for the event to end. I react so strongly to perceived violence I once started crying uncontrollably when I thought a cat in a movie had died. Without warning I suddenly feel everything with every cell in my body. The simplest solution is to shut down. I’ve felt my spirit break so many times I should put it on my resume. If I just stare straight ahead and don’t let anyone see me cry everything will work out, right?  Continue reading Anger Issues →

Racial Stereotype

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Someone in Seattle finally explained why every Indian man I’ve tried to go on a date with treats me oddly.  To clarify, I am not discussing skin color – just heritage.  Amazonian imports that hail from actual Asia. My empirical observations reveal a significant pattern.  A certain flavor of sexism I haven’t been exposed to since my youth.  An assumption about my behavior based on how I dress.  Apparently, in Indian culture Americans are seen as promiscuous and slutty.  My body type and personal confidence only accentuate the stereotype.  Continue reading Racial Stereotype →

Overcautious

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There’s a girl on Tinder I like. I want to message her but I don’t. I can already feel her rejection. Of course, it’s not real. She’s probably a nice, open-minded person just like me. Won’t judge on appearances and might even have empathy for me as a human. But then again, maybe she’s an asshole. The fact I find her attractive means I’ll be nervous, greatly increasing the chance that I’ll be the asshole.  Really, it’s just safer to do nothing.  Continue reading Overcautious →

Art vs. Performance

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I’ve had to say it a few times so just to clear things up – I am not a performer. I have been seen on stage and occasionally I’ve done well up there. This is all in spite of my debilitating stage fright and complete insecurity. I feel like Marta Kauffman trying to interact with the Friends.  I don’t belong behind the microphone no matter how compelling my raw emotions might be.  I recognize the performance art I create.  I feel like there’s a confusion between what is art and what is performance.  If you don’t know how my mind works it’s easy to mistake me for an actress at times. Continue reading Art vs. Performance →

Walk on Part

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Women hate me. I mean HATE me. The way the popular girl hates the comic book geek in the 80s movie.  I don’t understand it.  I’ve never understood it.  I still can’t apparently.

The trick is…  I AM a woman.  I’m not a man. I’ve been abused by every woman I’ve ever been close to.   I’m the constant factor and that makes me some kind of victim I can’t recognize.  I’m not a victim.  I’m a warrior.