The 10 Things I Love About My Job

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For those of you that don’t know I turn my tricks as an IT Specialist. What does that mean? Anything to do with building hardware/software, phone systems, people problems, meetings, tons of paper work, running, driving hundreds of miles and back within one day, and in general being loved by all by the mere fact that I’m there for them with their every desire technology wise. In short, I’m a lab slave.

And while my job is stressful, there are certain things I do love about my job. (Gasp, a positive post?).

1. How putting a snowball in the water fountain is enough to destroy it and have a technician come in that can’t fix it.
2. How the people across the hall always bring me cake and other such desserts for no reason whatsoever.
3. How I have not one, not two, not three, but four monitors on my desk all connected to my laptop in a row.
4. How my supervisor made a comment on me struggling to lift a printer. It’s part of the job description to be able to lift at least 50lbs with ease. This printer is 120lbs without paper.
5. How there’s always that one person who looks like he’s high and plays Call of Duty with me; I swear that’s how he gets through work, weed and gaming.
6. How if you walk into the server room you could die from the fumes created from heated plastic.
7. How getting a bomb in a package is extremely likely considering I work right above the floor with IRS on it.
8. How you get administrative leave whenever you get 1 inch of snow for 4 hours.
9. How I can easily ignore any dumb requests I get from users by saying “we’re not authorized to do that.”
10. How because of the nature of my job I can wear jeans and t-shirts to work almost every day (minus meeting days).

There’s plenty more that I like about my job, and plenty of things I don’t, but some of those things I can’t say – it’ll give away where I work and I can’t have my haters endangering my life and those of others. Just kidding!

What do you like about your job? If you don’t have one what the fuck are you doing with your life?

the dilemma of a female gamer

I’m a female, and I’m a “gamer.”

By “gamer,” I suppose I aim to imply that games are not at all foreign to me; I find interest in and clearly do achieve whatever is to be done within every game I come across that catches my attention. I know the lingo, I appreciate the work it takes into creating a game, I recognize I was born in the age of certain games that today’s are based on.

In short, when it comes to games, I know what I’m talking about.

But to most gamers, seeing another one that’s a female is often too much to handle. Why? Because gamers don’t interact with other people, much less females. Hence why they’re fascinated with us.

For the record it’s really obnoxious to see guys put us up on a pedestal for not only being capable of picking up a controller and using it well, but having a vagina at the same time. You’re pretty much saying we’re overcoming an inadequacy, a handicap if you will.

And it’s also really irritating to see girls like the Frag Dolls pretty much riding that stereotype to a life of irrelevant and inconsequential e-fame. The Frag Dolls themselves are only famous because of their skill in combination with their vagina, and while it’s a direct challenge to a male dominated area I feel like, as a woman, there are so many more important things we could be conquering.

As an avid gamer I’ve gone through all the reactions that I think another female gamer could go through – I’ve been hit on, harassed, banished, put up on a pedestal, stalked, etc. If I do well in a game I either get guys that are surprised for some reason or I get people bent on making my life a living hell; in short everyone’s insecurities about women tend to come out on Xbox Live and the PSN.

And here we have the dilemma.

If you play anonymously, you’re ugly, fat, and you smell funny.

If you openly show yourself and you’re not up to the video game standard of flawless physical appearance then you’re “the ugliest bitch they’ve ever seen in their lives.”

If you openly show yourself and you’re quite attractive, you’re a fake because hot chicks don’t play video games.

If you’re attractive and ignore the advances of snotty pimple faced gamers you must be a snob/bitch/whore and therefore must be hated because you clearly go for the type of guy that they’ll always envy – the jock.

If you have a boyfriend, this must not be your Xbox live account, it has to be his.

If you get attacked and it really doesn’t bother you, you must be crying on the inside.

If you respond to the haters then you’re incapable of dealing with e-trolls and you’ve just now become the aggressor, how dare you talk back to twelve year olds?

If you’re overweight, that’s all you’ll ever be.

If you’re thin you must be starving yourself and therefore are blatantly insulting other women.

No matter what type of in game achievements you have, what gear you’re wearing, or what gun you’re toting, you’re a noob and shouldn’t be dumb enough to do what you’re doing.

In short, if you threaten the stereotypical male persona you’re a bitch and you need to be destroyed.

It’s why whenever someone yells at me for being absent from a game I promptly inform them that I was painting my nails and watching Sex and the City with the girls, or that I was busy having sex, or something along those lines.

Now who’s up for a dance off on the Wii??

p/s: Gamers the Wii was invented for you to get OFF your ass and stop having health problems, don’t let me catch you playing Wii tennis sitting down. Ass clowns.

a culture of tech-sex

Once upon a time I had a dick on my phone.

I was in high school and the person who was interested in me at the time thought it would be appropriate to engage in some heated conversation with a follow up of a photo of his boy bits.

I’ve always found this as peculiar behavior; do boys honestly think that’s attractive? Do they realize that because of the shrinking size of technology, it makes it appear as though what they’re packing isn’t at all impressive?

What’s worse is that it’s not at all uncommon for guys to request such provocative photos from attractive women. I suppose I’ve never seen the appeal of having something just out of your reach as a constant reminder in your phone.

I personally was always the one with the deathly fear of sending any nude pictures of myself. I’ve always been technologically savvy and therefore was constantly reminded of the risks.

What if I ended up on some site that charges money and I never get my cut?

What if I planned on selling my virginity and all of a sudden the property value went down because someone’s already seen the floor plan?

What if someone tries to kidnap me and sell me overseas into sex slavery?

You know, the typical fears most people have, right?

But I won’t lie and say that I’m completely innocent – sending racy pictures has almost become a specialty of mine, and I’ve done so without even being nude. Imagine that?

That way, if someone saw it that I never planned on seeing it, I could easily play it off as just sending an innocent picture, and that I couldn’t help that it turned them on. It’s the perfect plan.

But you always read about the people who sent nude pics to their boyfriend, their boyfriend then showed it to their friends, and then  the girl ends up killing herself. Not that suicide is anything but serious, but I honestly never understood the line of thinking either of these people had.

My first thought is, wow that girl was really dumb enough to not only take in a shit boyfriend but to send him things he didn’t deserve? He’s a teenager, he’s not going to appreciate the human body he’s just gonna gawk at it. Why would you even bother? Are you that cheap?

Secondly, as a boyfriend why would you even share that with your friends? You’re pretty much saying that your girlfriend is a cheap slut, and even if she was why share the wealth with the guys? Make them work for it dude, and don’t get mad later when she sleeps with one of your friends because you decided to be a douchebag.

But being seen by others that I don’t know wasn’t my only fear when it came to nude pictures; I was scared of sexting. I’m still scared of texting the wrong people now without sexual connotation.

I have all sorts of numbers in my phone – ex boyfriends, new dating potentials, stalkers, employers, coworkers, professors, etc. I’m the type of person that can’t delete information unless it’s absolutely bad for me to have it; if I had deleted my ex’s number from this past year I would have cursed his ass out every day and never would have gotten over it.

It’s my biggest fear to drunk dial or even text something stupid to the wrong person. It’s why whenever I party you notice my phone is either locked in my bedroom or locked in my car under a bunch of shit.

In general it just doesn’t seem like a good idea to provide concrete evidence that you’re a whore to the general public. And if all of this doesn’t make you uncomfortable with it yet, please note that your phone company does have people screening your text messages. And I bet you that the person who reads your failed attempt at being a phone slut is laughing at you and your parents for even paying your phone bill.

Lesson: stop embarrassing your family, have sex in real life.

I’ve done some pretty kinky things in my life when it comes to sex, I’ll admit. If you name it I’ve probably done it, or at least thought about it. Except for that masochistic shit, not into that. But the one thing I refuse to do ever is video tape it. That’s even worse than a photo!

I don’t think I have the personality for a sex video. I’d be too concerned with things that are irrelevant.

“How does my hair look?”
“Is the oven on? Shit I think it is…”
“So this is all I’m getting, huh?”

Welcome to my sex life.

Anyway, I find it difficult enough to just take pictures. People have said I’m very photogenic, but I’m picky as hell when it comes to photos. I think people underestimate how difficult it is to take a picture of yourself.

You think the outcome will look like this:

When you really end up looking like this:

(As a sidenote that is my actual picture. Which one am I talking about? You’ll never know, now will you?)

I suppose sex addicts would get frustrated with me because I would make them wait hours on end before I approved of a photo for them to masturbate to. Imagine how long it would take to film a video?? In the end I suppose I’m just too damn lazy to have tech-sex. I suppose I’ll stick to regular sex, since it comparatively takes far less effort.

But for those of you that do enjoy the occasional grinding of the gadgets I think Apple should just go ahead and make an app for you. It’ll be better than Facetime, name it Cocktime. Maybe put in a “like/dislike” feature for instant feedback, a tips section from Cosmo? I’m sure we can find a 10 year old Chinese kid to create the app for us, they already made half the store anyway.

Speaking of something not at all relevant to China, I want you to do the following and let the hilarity ensue:

DO THIS OR DIE BY MY HANDS AND THE HANDS OF GOOGLE (PERHAPS)

1. Go to translate.google.com
2. English -> French
3. Type in “Take a dirty picture for me” without the quotes
4. Copy the result and change it from French -> English
5. Paste what you copied and translate it back.
6. Commence laughter.

I love playing with languages. ❤

Happy Holidays!

Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Holiday, despite how I should have done this earlier to include the ones that aren’t Christmas. But I won’t be like the typical holiday commercials and try to say “Happy Holidays” to be politically correct and still throw Santa Claus in there for some reason.

Us foreigners don’t lie to our kids. We want them to know who to appreciate! Santa didn’t buy you shit, your parent’s whole pay check went into this you ungrateful son of a…

Happy Holidays Everyone!

I’ll blog after the holidays have ended

🙂

 

it’s not about you, stop fucking crying

NOTE: This is very long. But I do expect you to read the entire thing before making a comment, especially at the end when my rage subsides.

I’m getting really tired of oversensitive people; people who can’t take a statement with a grain of salt and actually think about what is said before working themselves up into a frenzy just to claim they were being “offended.”

Word of advice: if you can’t handle being offended, don’t read anything I say. I’m blunt as hell and I refuse to consider your feelings because you’re an adult and it’s about time you got weened from life’s proverbial tit. If I can admit to some societal failures accumulated by groups I’m a subcategory in, then so can you. If you want someone to stroke your dick ego I’m clearly not the one you’re looking for.

In short, I will tear you apart. Why?

Because the type of people that get offended by what I write and how I think usually have no clue about what I wrote nor what I thought. They see a topic, assume what I mean, and continuously cry for hours on end about how “wrong” I am.

And if you took the time to notice, you’d realize that everything I say that stirs up such controversy is a very general statement. If you haven’t taken a sociology course yet, you probably should (since it’s required, hint hint) so that you stand a chance at comprehending this very basic concept:

You as an individual don’t mean jack shit towards a sociological observation.

The whole point of sociology is to be able to come to a general conclusion, the key word being general. You can cry all you want about what you think it deduces to, what was implied, or whatever you feel like being offended over on that particular day but it doesn’t fucking matter.

Here’s an example.

Let’s say someone observes that the reason women purchase cosmetics is generally caused by a push from society to look physically superior or perfect to attract a mate. It doesn’t mean jack shit that the reason I put on make up is because I like being artistic and it’s fun for me.

My individual case isn’t enough to denounce an entire observation or theory, now is it? Especially one with some merit. And my individual case most certainly doesn’t speak for all the other cases! After all I’m not representative of all women just like no other woman isn’t representative of me.

But enough about women, let’s talk about men.

Recently there’s been a lot of (just kidding, like two or three) “men” that have been butt hurt about some things I have said with regards to dating. I put the word “men” in quotes because I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt, which I rarely do.

You’re welcome.

Basically the gist of what I actually (key word being actually) said is that American men don’t have what I need when it comes to dating; in America the concept of dating has devolved in such a way that things that aren’t at all healthy in a relationship have become acceptable. American men go by a morale that’s very unattractive to me – men are encouraged to act whorishly, unattached to their significant others, and in general extremely lazy and irresponsible when it comes to dating. Too often you’ll hear excuses for poor behavior instead of seeing people with great behavior.

Now let’s evaluate what I didn’t say that people seem to be insinuating:

1. All men behave poorly: that would be a direct insult to not only logic (which I value greatly) but to my male friends that HAVE shown that they can do better. I’m not the type to give people the benefit of the doubt; until someone can prove to me that they are a certain way then I’m apathetic to them and therefore don’t make the assumption that they can do better than the national average. *shrugs* Get over it.
2. Women are better than men: if you know me at all you know that I despise women. I despise how society encourages women to be weak, bitchy, manipulative towards men, and overly obsessed with trying to fit into a guy’s circle of male friends to try to be “unique.” (Sidenote: Bitches, being “one of the guys” doesn’t make you unique, it makes you a coward. If you can’t be yourself, as in the holder of a vagina, then you have a problem. In the end you’ll be treated like one of the guys: irrelevant.) I never said anything about women, good or bad. Since I’m not interested in dating a woman I don’t feel the need to talk about them. It’s that damn simple.
3. All men that aren’t American are worth going for: you’ll have your typical douchebag in every single country you go to, there’s no doubt about that. I only speak about American men because I live in AMERICA and therefore only interact with/date AMERICAN men. However, this also doesn’t mean other countries have the same morale as the U.S. Like I said, there’s nothing saying that there aren’t your douchebags sitting alongside your decent men. However, finding a decent man in America is like finding an untouched bottle of vodka at Courtney Love‘s house. Not every country has that same belief system when it comes to dating, and therefore tend to generate men more in sync with what American women value.
4. Chivalry is dead: first of all, the idea of chivalry isn’t at all related to what I’m talking about. Chivalry is an archaic concept where people essentially put the pussy up on the pedestal and treat women better than other men. Women get treated like shit here! Back in the day (medieval times) it was because women were thought of as prizes to be won, and had to be woo’d over. Let me explain something: I don’t enjoy the idea of chivalry, in its actual context; don’t be super polite to me just because I have different genitalia. I do however enjoy the idea of people having manners. I’m not the uber feminist type that gets angry if you hold open a door for her; as someone who dislikes touching anything public I greatly appreciate it. I understand it’s a courtesy, but that is simply being polite. It is not chivalry. And chivalry is not valued because I am not a thing to be won through small favors. Also for the record, holding the door open for me or being polite in general doesn’t mean you’re automatically good boyfriend material. It goes along with the idea that the second you do something right, you’re owed something; especially when you ONLY act politely for females. That’s immature and therefore shows how irresponsible of a person you really are and how little you really care. So stop equating politeness to the ability to be a respectable significant other, ass clowns! If you feel like you need a medal just because you have a dick and opened the door for someone who doesn’t have one, then you’re fucking retarded. You’re supposed to be polite, shit face.

Here’s another quick tip: If you claim that I say something that I haven’t or that I’m even insinuating something when you don’t know anything about my views on the matter it’s a very easy thing for me to now write you off as an idiot to the subject. If you are incapable of logic and cannot properly debate with me on anything then you shouldn’t even be speaking to me on the matter. Period. It is a surefire way to piss me off because it shows you’re not listening, you’re just talking.

There’s a whole lot of boys claiming to be decent men but whenever I ask them what makes them such I always get a blank stare. They can never come up with an actual reason behind their self image and therefore crumble when I ask that question.

Clearly what a man thinks of himself is going to differ than what other people think of him, and aren’t others entitled to their opinions? Are men just scared that their reasons aren’t going to measure up to the reality that they really have nothing impressive to say?

If you can’t back up your claims then what’s my reason for believing you? I’ve had guys that have never even been in relationships claim that they’re decent when in one. Really?? That doesn’t even make sense! How the fuck would you know that and why the fuck would I believe you?

So when I think of a decent man what do I think of?

I think of someone that complements a decent woman.

I think of someone who, if they found themselves with a mature woman who knows what she wants, what she deserves, and what her goals/ambitions are, wouldn’t make the woman feel as though she’s forced to settle for less than what she wants and deserves. I’m sure every woman has her own list of desires in a relationship based on her own personality but we can all agree on a few basic things:

• Loyalty / fidelity
• Love and respect
• Trust and honesty
• Substantial effort to work through problems
• Understanding of one another or the honest attempt to do so
• Responsibility*
• Communication*

If you’re incapable of providing these basic things, you don’t need to be in a relationship. Period. I don’t give a fuck what type of excuses you would like to make up for yourself, you’re fucking inadequate. And anyone who settles for anything less than this is a god damn moron.

But let’s move on to the real point.

A lot of straight men are in denial about the exponential decline in morale when it comes to dating because as usual they feel like they’re being blamed for everything. That’s not true, but they ARE responsible for half of it no?

And people in denial tend to say the same things over and over:

“But I’m not like that, you can’t just generalize because I’m an exception!”

First of all I don’t know that you’re an exception.
Second of all I don’t care if you are an exception; as previously stated your existence doesn’t negate a sociological observation because guess what? You’re NOT representative of all men, you’re only representative of yourself.

“Oh it must be you, it’s just your experiences. You must have bad luck!”

If it was just me then there wouldn’t be any of the following:

• Books on how to deal with men
• Books on how to “change” men
• Books on how to read signs from men
• Articles in magazines focused on decent men in the media
• A divorce rate over 50%
• Romance Movies and shows that focus on guys that are over the top amazing
• The need for 99% of my guy friends to be over protective of me whenever a new guy comes in my life, saying he’s there for sex most likely
• The stigma against men who aren’t sexually active
• A societal shift towards revering sluts and condemning virgins
• Media coverage on anyone in the spot light that fucks up their relationship
• A general agreement on the downfall of dating from a majority of both sides
• Foreigners refusing to date Americans except for something superficial like citizenship
• Romance novels
• Movies depicting fathers telling their sons how to get women through ALL the wrong ways
• 100+ emails, facebook messages, and tweets from people I didn’t even know read the blog anticipating this entry, all of different genders, sexual orientations, etc, especially women and homosexual men.

And the list goes on.

“Well if women weren’t X, Y, and Z men wouldn’t be this way!”

A real man doesn’t make excuses for his poor behavior, this is clearly a boy talking. I’ve encountered countless boys with shitty behavior, completely driven by hormones and bull shit drama but have I all of a sudden decided to throw in the towel on my morals? My standards? Fuck no!!

Just because it’s hard to find someone that meets my standards doesn’t mean I should lower them! That wouldn’t be fair to me and I’m not a fucking coward. And it doesn’t mean I should lower my own personal standards because it wouldn’t be fair for that potential to come to me and see me as just another unappealing ass clown trying to get him with minimal effort.

And every single time a woman acts sensibly towards you and decides that you’re just not the one she wants and decides to move on, what happens? She’s either deemed as crazy or unstable and you lash out at her. Yeah that’s a double standard I LOVE going through. /sarcasm.

You have no one to blame but yourself for your lack of honor and sensibility.

“Wah, you didn’t say anything good about boys though! You’re being unfair!”

If you notice I didn’t say anything good about women either. This actually reminds me of my ex’s cousin from Germany when she made a remark on babysitting American children:

“Americans spoil their children so much. Every time they do something right it’s always a pat on the back, a treat, and a ‘good job!’ thrown at them. That’s what they’re supposed to do! Why reward them for doing what they’re supposed to do?? Reward them for being even better! Americans just baby their children.”

And this is exactly how I feel about anyone who whines about me not praising them. First of all if I don’t even know what I’m praising you for, ie you haven’t shown me any proof of you being a decent guy to date then don’t ask me to praise you for it because I won’t. I’m not going to sit here and lie about you.

Second of all I don’t HAVE to spare your ego every time I criticize something by commenting on what’s “nice” about you. You’re a grown ass man, you should be able to take some criticism by now! You should be doing what’s right despite whether or not you get praised for it!

I don’t get praised for not being a cum guzzling slut now do I? But does that mean I need a pat on the back every time I’m not blowing someone to keep it up? Hell no! I’m a grown ass woman, not some deranged and confused teenage bimbo trying to win the love of scrawny little high school boys!

And what’s so incredible is you fuckers keep missing the point that I said from the very beginning!

I. AM. GENERALIZING.

If you can’t figure out that generalization leaves room for exception then you should kindly just shut the fuck up right now and go enroll in some basic logic courses and a couple of sociology courses. And as I said before, the existence of an exception, both logically and sociologically, is NOT enough to denounce an entire large scale observation.

So no I, as a woman who has loved and continues to love HARD those that deserve it despite American bull shit, don’t care if you’re going to claim to be an exception. I, as that woman, don’t give two shits if you’re crying in denial that finding a man capable of those basic qualities listed above is about as difficult as finding one of Disney’s child stars not doing drugs in their twenties.

And most importantly I as that woman don’t give two shits about what YOU think of what I say or who I am because here’s a flash of reality: 99.9% of you have absolutely no clue who you’re fucking talking to. You have NO CLUE about my experiences and how they’ve affected me*, my views, or anything of the sort. Even my best friend in the world isn’t aware of a lot of things I have done/went through/etc because I put those things on a strictly “need to know” basis.

And this clearly doesn’t just apply to me, but MANY women. And those who have found decent guys KNOW how lucky they are, they don’t deny it! Whenever a woman writes about a man that’s treating her right and truly makes her heart flutter what does she say?

“I’m lucky to have found someone like you.”

Don’t believe me? Go check your Facebook. The bitch doesn’t ever say “well you’re great though I’ve seen better.”

And here is a serious question to all those straight men trying to deny this blatantly obvious sociological degradation: WHEN HAVE YOU EVER GONE SEARCHING FOR A DECENT MAN TO DATE?

What’s YOUR criteria? Had any luck lately? If you’ve never dated another straight male, how can you really vouch for anyone but yourself?

Some Softer Insight

Some of you have even asked “well you must be hard to please then, what the fuck do you want from a guy??”

All the basics I stated above in a man, and a personality that is compatible with mine. Simple, no?

Perhaps it’s a generational thing. My parents taught me to never settle for anything less than what I desire just because it might fit the desires of someone else. My father, who is as liberal as they come, even told me to be careful about boys but to be strong towards men.

It is the reason that none of my past boyfriends have made the cut – if they did they would have met my father. I would never DARE to bring someone who is less than a man with good intentions in front of my father, no matter how much I might have liked him.

Nowadays parents rarely step into these matters whatsoever for some reason. Outside of the typical ill explained threats towards their kids for hanging out with certain people, rarely do you see parents actually providing insight and dating advice.

I was raised to know and feel the difference. To know when I’ve truly found someone above all the rest.

Another thing is that being a very visual person I would have to find all of those qualities in my “type.” For instance I’m a sucker for guys with long hair, I can’t help it. Nothing is a bigger turn on for me physically than guys with very clean hair in a pony tail, intense eyes, and a strong back. ❤

Dear American Men,

“Women want men, not whiny bitches who quit on them when the going gets tough; they don’t want the distant, self absorbed clowns with attitudes that are a dime (or in this recession a penny) a dozen. ”

“Women want security; emotionally, physically, sexually, spiritually, intellectually, and sometimes financially.” (I’m more of the independent type when it comes to money but I do require someone with a damn job; I refuse to be a sugar mommy.)

“Whenever a guy complains about his significant other always being upset, unhappy, or angry with them I always ask “well what have you done to change that?” The only reason her emotions are consistent is because you’re being consistent in making her that way. “

Keep in mind these quotes came from another blogger – a married male blogger. You should take the hint.

Any questions about what I DID SAY?

p/s: This goes out to all clueless individuals in the dating world (in America). I choose to focus on men in America because (duh) that’s who I’m looking at to date. You can cry all you want about how this applies to women too, I know that already.

pp/s: If you have taken the time to reflect on yourself and still feel as though you’re one of those one in a million guys that women go for, then that’s fine. I don’t care how you feel about it unless you’re trying to date me and I’m genuinely interested (I won’t be, most likely). That’s not to be snobby, it’s just in general a lot of people hit on me, and my kill death ratio in that department is rather high because well, I’m not looking for the typical guy in case you didn’t read that part.

DADT Repealed!

I’m in the process of writing another blog, one that’s very significant towards recent events and discussions so it’s going to take quite some time to write/edit etc. However I’m almost finished!

In the mean time though I wanted to update on something that I find to be incredibly important, the Repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.

According to the LA Times the Senate has voted to repeal DADT, allowing openly homosexual people to serve in the US military without fear of punishment. This is a huge milestone in the gay rights movement and I’m amazed that people are finally coming to their senses in the matter.

I can’t say I’m proud of the US very often, but at this moment I’m pretty proud of this achievement. It takes a lot to get people to realize how stupid they can be after all, especially when they’re politicians.

I watched the discussion about it live from CNN and I was especially happy to hear this one politician speak and say the following:

“You say it’s a distraction to have openly gay soldiers in the military, and a dangerous one at that. It is far more of a threat to the American people to have their army weakened by dismissing more and more soldiers for absolutely no reason. The people serving in the military don’t have a problem serving with homosexuals, the only one that has a problem is you. What matters is how they serve this country, not who they love at home.”

Over 13,500 soldiers have been dismissed from the US military since 1993 for being homosexual.

“The Senate has taken an historic step toward ending a policy that undermines our national security while violating the very ideals that our brave men and women in uniform risk their lives to defend,” President Obama said in a prepared statement.” By ending ‘don’t ask, don’t tell,” no longer will our nation be denied the service of thousands of patriotic Americans forced to leave the military, despite years of exemplary performance, because they happen to be gay. And no longer will many thousands more be asked to live a lie in order to serve the country they love.

“It is time to close this chapter in our history,” he stated. “It is time to recognize that sacrifice, valor and integrity are no more defined by sexual orientation than they are by race or gender, religion or creed. It is time to allow gay and lesbian Americans to serve their country openly. I urge the Senate to send this bill to my desk so that I can sign it into law.”

It’s about damn time.

happy thanksgiving!

Yes I’m late, with this. Bite me.

I’d like to wish every single one of my readers (and even those who aren’t… I guess) a belated Happy Thanksgiving! I’m sure you all can look through the hell holes that are your lives to find at least one thing/person that you’re thankful for. Me?

I’m thankful for pretty faces. It certainly provides a relief from the eye sores that make up 90% of the population. My pretty face of choice? Tom Felton.

rawr.

I’m also thankful for my iPod. Without it those 20 mile hikes to class would be an absolute bore. Without it I might not have an excuse not to talk to people. Without it I would have never stayed awake in half of my classes.

Thank you Apple for getting one thing right.

Last but not least I’m thankful for my beloved friends and readers: You are more of a family to me than my real family ever could be (those bastards). Thank you for at least giving off the impression that you’re desirable in society. ❤

Oh! That reminds me.

The lady from this entry sent me her CD and I finally received it in the mail. I plan on listening to it this weekend, we’ll see how it goes won’t we?

harry potter and the deathly hallows – an unusual critic?

First of all I’d like to apologize for not posting as often as I’d like to. Considering I go to a university that revolves around bull shit it’s difficult for me to pimp slap everyone in the department and still have my hands free for blogging.

Second of all I hope you all pre-ordered your tickets to go see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows wherever you might be. The theatres around me are all sold out, it’s at a point where they’re cancelling other movies that night to make room for more showings of this movie. For those of us that grew up with the books it’s a very big deal.

(Call me nerdy if you like, you’re just mad you didn’t get your acceptance letter into Hogwarts, bitch. )

In all of the excitement people have been dressing up as their favorite characters and rereading the seven books leading up to this movie. I know they split of the movie between two parts because they know that people will pay to see each part individually and they therefore get more money that way;  honestly I’d sit there for however long it took to see the whole thing if it was just one giant movie!

However where there’s joy there’s that one person bent on ruining the fun in hopes of “educating” you about what’s “actually going on.”

My roommate introduced me to this woman who she’s heard speak a couple of times named Carol Kornacky (heard of her? apparently she’s famous but I’ve never heard of her before this??). From the conversation I know little, and yet just enough, about this woman to question whether or not anyone should be listening to this person.

Apparently earlier in her life she practiced witchcraft to cope with her highly dysfunctional/alcoholic family. [Psychology alert – the abuse she must have suffered could have led to various types of psychological disorders, I already see potential influence/bias]. Because of her suffering from her demons (that she summoned mind you) she, through the influence of a friend, went to church and soon found her way to Christ.

When it comes to Harry Potter she’s dedicated an entire CD to her feelings about it. During the filming of the latest movie, she “felt concern for the safety of the actors/actresses because of the direction they were given to pronounce all their lines and spells correctly.” She questioned why a scene director would encourage them to say the words perfectly unless the scene director felt like these words had merit to them when it comes to performing actual witchcraft.

Uhh, movie quality????
Does she realize how many nerds the director would have to face if they got anything wrong???

I have to admit that when I was told this that I was upset both at her and my friend that tried to convince me that her reasoning was at all logical. To me this sounds like just another case of “crazy, religious nut job bent on destroying literature out of fear.”

There’s a ton of assumptions that she had to have made in order to feel concern. Firstly she’s assuming that the “spells” from the Harry Potter books have some power behind them. If you’ve ever read the books and have any knowledge of Latin whatsoever, you’ll see that the “spells” are really just some base Latin translations with some sparkles added to it.

And as a former witch you’d think she’d have some idea of what constitutes as a legit spell or not, right??

Secondly in assuming the words indeed do have merit, she’s therefore assuming that J.K. Rowling is a witch. There’s no way Rowling could have come up with all those spells that just happen to all be real by chance, therefore she’d have to be a witch. (fucking stupid).

Thirdly the scene director would have to believe in witchcraft. (anyone else seeing this as highly unlikely and fucking ridiculous?) Not only would they have to believe in it, they would have to want harm to come to the actors. (again, what the fuck??)

This woman absolutely infuriates me. People just can’t let shit go, can they? They just can’t let anyone write/read anything without throwing in their bull shit can they? It’s time you learn the difference between fiction novels aimed towards children and your psychotic neurosis.

But considering I’m still hearing this from a third party I decided to e-mail her. She said that in order to answer all my questions (I asked one question, mind you) she’s gonna send me her CD about it. (she better not charge me for it, damn it, I don’t pay for headaches).

She says it’ll be sent out by this Friday. Until then I’m just going to enjoy the movie and ignore all of the uber religious bull shit that lifeless assholes love spewing in all film makers’ directions.

sweet, sweet justice

As a woman that enjoys the cock, one of the most annoying things to me are men without any goddamn sense when it comes to relationships. No, this post isn’t a rant about those types of men (or should I say mere boys) but rather an enthusiastic disposition of those rarest of occasions where our dear friend Justice awakens from her tomb and tramples all over the whores of society.

I suppose it’s most important to list the characters in this particular tale. A friend of mine, let’s call her T, is one of those girls that doesn’t get on my damn nerves. When it comes to her relationships she’s logical, has goddamn sense, and doesn’t act like a cock groveling, sperm dumpster. She’s loving, caring, and really knows how to treat her man, whoever the lucky son of a bitch happens to be. But the next potential might not be a son of a bitch after all.

Meet C, the guy who does everything. He’s sweet, attractive, kind, and really knows how to treat the woman in his life. He’s romantic consistently and doesn’t grow tired of doing wonderful things for the girl he loves.

Now let’s meet L, C’s ex girlfriend. The only thing she’s ever been consistent with is cheating on C and telling other people to keep decent girls like T away from C. Why? Because she “loves” him.

Well I say that’s utter bull shit! C deserves much better than to have this sea cow of a cunt not only treat him, a man worthy of praise and therefore a rarity in this world, like utter shit and show depreciation for something most women these days would kill for!!

She also had the nerve to actually message T after shit talking her, saying she wasn’t “good enough” for C. Because this bitch would know anything about that right?? I’m just proud of T for what she said next:

If this is concerning C, I’ve already heard that you want him back and that you’ve told other people to tell me that you love him and so on and so on.

Honestly, I would feel bad and I would back off if I didn’t know what you’ve done to him time and time again. In my experiences, I have definitely learned that loving someone is not cheating on them time and time again.

So, honestly, if you do love him, which I doubt, you’ll back off and let him be happy.

And another thing since I can see you writing your petty little statuses and telling people to tell me to leave him alone.

I don’t deserve him? Bitch maybe if you could learn to fuck one person at a time instead of running between guys, you’d have him there with you, but you know what every time he gave your ass a chance, you cheated on him. I don’t deserve him? Bitch please. I know how to stand faithfully by my man and make him feel appreciated.

Grow the fuck up and learn to deal with the consequences of your actions. You made your decisions. Now deal with them. That’s what being an adult is.

Apparently this girl then proceeded to burst into tears. She later apologized to T for… well being a stupid bitch. She kept trying to convince T that she really loves C but she clearly doesn’t know shit about love.

I’m just happy that C was smart enough to dump her ass because she didn’t deserve him and for that I give him mad props. We need more men like this in the world for all women and gay men to have!

feminine charm

I love cosmetics.

M.A.C

When I say I love cosmetics, I mean I have spent a vast majority of my money on products from Bobbi Brown, MAC, Urban Decay, NARS, bareMinerals, and Dior. I love being able to transform my face into something surreal.

Don’t judge me.
*cue judgment*

Cosmetology is a form of art that allows for a human canvas. It’s fun, creative, even beautiful. It’s why I despise it when people (read men) belittle it so. Hence I felt the need to respond to such arrogant assertions that I tend to hear in an attempt to ruin something fun and fulfilling.

“Men don’t like women who wear too much make up, it’s deceiving.”

You also don’t like women that are ugly, make your fucking mind up! Besides, since when did that male arrogance allow you to assume that you are the sole reason why women wear make up? A girl can’t decide to better her looks for herself?? It HAS to be for you doesn’t it? Don’t be a douchebag.

“I realize we have evidence that men have been wearing makeup for thousands of years, but this uniquely feminine manifestation of a clearly delusional daily process as a means of hiding your identity to potentially attract a mate, increase your social status or, least likely, to simply make you feel good about yourself is a level of oppression which makes me quite uncomfortable.”

First of all, what’s delusional about putting on make up? Since when did you need to suffer from psychological dysfunction to put on some foundation? That’s awfully insulting don’t you think?? And I don’t see how I’m hiding my identity either, considering my identity doesn’t consist of my pores and blemishes. It consists of my personality, my soul, my heart, and these wonderful tits of mine. Nothing more, nothing less. And if you’re going to call something oppressive, make sure the people who are actually putting on make up feel oppressed first; I most certainly do not.

“You must just hate yourself and dislike your face.”

Why would I hate myself? Does that mean every time you shave you’re going through a process of self loathing and torment? For the record I love my face. I love my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, my ears, and most definitely my mouth. (*smooch). It’s because I love my face that I try to do new things with it by trying on different looks. For the same reason I love my body, I love trying on new clothes that accentuate it.

“It’s all about natural beauty.”

Girls that go completely natural you automatically deem as ugly! Find me one girl that has never used anything man made in her life on her skin or hair and let’s see just how beautiful she is.

I like men with muscles, five-o-clock shadows and wondrous eyes but you don’t see me calling the vast majority of American males fat, delusional fucks do you?

I really don’t understand where this narcissism and male ego has arisen from. Do you really think our choices in our day to day activities revolve around you? I’m sorry to burst your man bubble but they don’t. In fact none of my day to day activities are done with a penis in mind.

Especially not your tiny one.

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