So I’m scrolling thru my Tumblr feed at 7am Saturday morning, trying to go back to sleep while listening to the rain, thunder and all. Pretty much a perfect Saturday morning, except for the being wide awake part.
Anywho, I can across this post about how there’s no fake geek girls only fake geek boys and then some mild debate about which gender invented Sci-fi. You know those times when you have a thought and you literally can’t move on until you express it? Yeah, this is one of those times. Plus, it’s perfect sleepy time so…
DON’T DO THAT! Zomg! Geeks, Nerds, whatever should not be excluding each other! WTF? Didn’t you get enough of that crap in Jr. High and High School? Didn’t it suck enough to walk around and have what seemed like everyone snicker, point at you and laugh because you were too smart, after they were trying to see your test in math? How many times were you hesitant to answer another question history in class because people were going to use words like geek and nerd with a sneer? Don’t you remember how you could never completely relax until you got to the band room, or chess club, or debate, or drama, or your own freaking house because you weren’t one of the cool, popular kids? Don’t freaking do that within the safety net of geekdom! Not to boys, not to girls, not to band geeks not to poke-freaks, not to gamers, nobody! You wanna larp to the death over Stars Wars or Star Trek? Do that! Fight over which Comic Book is best. Don’t fight over who belongs and who doesn’t.
Ok. It’s pouring rain; thunder, lightening, the whole nine yards. I’m going back to sleep now.
been feeling kind of paranoid lately
Take that time by yourself to get to know yourself and rediscover what makes you shine. Don’t surrender yourself to waiting, and don’t stay isolated for too long, because there’s a beautiful you the world is dying to meet.
comics that end sadly but wind up being replied to with love are what I live for
so yesterday i got home from my best friend’s birthday party and thirty seconds later my sister comes into my room and asks me if i can keep a secret and i said it depends and she pulled a fucking cat out from behind her back and i was like “i think we can keep this between us”
his name is peanut and hes this country’s most precious secret
well now 171 people know about this you had one job
Tumbling over the past year and a half has made me see the problems of gender roles that exist in media, but sometimes it gets to the point where I over analyze every single piece of television or film that I come across. (However this in no way means that I think feminist media criticism is wrong, or should be avoided!) Mostly I just over think everything.
This is awesome!
Oh, I’m glad I’m not the only one.
It’s not even 1pm and it’s already been one of those enlightening kind of days. I was talking with a friend about pursuing happiness in work instead of pursuing money.
I said, “I really am, at my core a liberal, feminist, hippy…”
He responds with shock, “You’re a feminist?”
“Have we met?” I asked.
He says, “Yes. I just didn’t realize you were a feminist.
I had a momentary personal crisis. Am I not living outloud? Am I not outspoken enough about my beliefs? Then it occurred to me, some people don’t really understand what it means to be a feminist. They think being a feminist is about being rude, and loud, and acting as if men should serve women. In light of misconceptions I present Laci Green.