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Archive for October, 2006

Feminist chicks at university are always taller than you are and they make you feel inferior for being a midget. They wear hoodies all autumn and winter and in the student lounges, even though there is an adequate amount of seating, they sit on the floor cross-legged with their books sprawled out and open–that way [...]

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I was honored to stand before a man who had tried to lead his country out of poverty–Former President of Peru Alejandro Toledo (2001-2006). He stepped down a few months ago and talked about his accomplishments and his failures. He inspired me, but still, true to politicians (regardless of party affiliation) he spoke in oxymoron [...]

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Heavy heart

I was leaving work today and on MARTA there were two young girls. One looked like she around 15 but she could have been older, the other one was around eight. The older girl looked just like me when I was about her age and she had her hair in braided extensions. We all got [...]

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There are few differences between men who are “feminists” and men who “aren’t anti-feminist.”
Feminist Men VS “I’m not anti-feminist” Men:
1. “I’m not…” Men have to be asked or prodded to perform oral sex.
-Feminist men go right for it, no questions asked, doesn’t matter if you’ve just stepped out of the shower or right out [...]

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Everything I’ve ever written here about love or relationships is bullshit. Relationships are bullshit. Being in a relationship is bullshit. “Loving someone” is bullshit. It’s all a bunch of crap because in the end somebody gets hurt and it’s always you and it’s a waste of time. A waste of four years of your fucking [...]

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The voices of my people are often loud and after a long day of work and school and then more work, no one making the commute home wants to hear the obnoxious squeals from a girl whose jokes aren’t that funny. About a group of five or six young women who were leaving their jobs [...]

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(Sunday Breakfasts)
Fry me an egg, doll. It’s Sunday morning, after all, and I’m always hungry Sunday mornings. There are little bumps on my stupid face–it’s disgusting because I know I should wash my pillowcases. I look like I am in high school. But then again, I dropped out of high school–so what does that say [...]

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