well they get what they want and they never want it again

i'm scared my family will judge me if i ask for a cd by courtney love's band for christmukkah....

Life Lessons

1. Plaid Thursdays and a bad case of '90s nostalgia (side note: I think I'm too young to have really remembered the '90s and thus what I think was probably just extrapolated from snap bracelets and Bill Clinton inaugural footage) do not a grunge goddess make.

Please tell this to the Nirvana marathon I really want to embark on over break... I'm thinkin' I'm more destined for My So-Called Life at this point...

To me, decades represent oppression. Years should not be confined to groups of ten! The Gregorian calendar is the it's-christmas-in-30-days (!) notification of the oppressor!

This should say 7th of Kislev, 5770 at the top. Damn you, blogger!

Don't believe in me, just believe me

Part 2

But to me, gossipy moralists represent oppression. If I want to do things that don't fit some narrow interpretation of "socially acceptable", like engaging in PDA, wearing revealing outfits, or staying inside during a fire evacuation, I really don't appreciate these little twelve year olds getting some kind of validation from going around telling everyone! I mean I realize they need to make themselves feel better and of interest and relevance just because they have no lives but still. As a hyper-libertarian anarcho-capitalist, I don't appreciate this kind of judgey life-saving intervention!

On the other hand, Simone de Beauvoir is crazy (reference: part 1)! This is a conundrum! I don't really understand how these two parts are related, but if there's one thing I'm sure of, (erika this joke was lame so I deleted it)

Part 1

"There are young girls who plunge into erotic experiences, one after another, in order to relieve their sexual anxiety; they hope in this way to rid themselves of their curiosity and their obsessive interest in sex; but their actions retain a theoretical cast that makes them as unreal as the fantasies in which others anticipate the future. To give oneself through defiance, through fear, or through puritanical rationalism is not to experience genuine erotic reality: only a substitute without much risk or savor is thus obtained. The sexual act is free from anxiety or shame because in such cases emotion remains superficial, and the flesh is not transported with desire. These deflowered virgins continue to be young girls and it is very likely that when they do come to grips with a sensual and masterful man they will offer virginal resistance. In the meantime, they remain still in a kind of awkward age; caresses tickle them, kisses often make them laugh, they look on physical love as a game and, if they happen not to be in a mood for such diversion, a lover's demands soon seem coarse and importunate: they retain feelings of disgust, phobias, adolescent modesty. If they never get beyond this stage - as, according to American men, many American women never do - they will spend their lives in a state of semifrigidity. True sexual maturity is to be found only in the woman who fully accepts carnality in sex desire and pleasure."

Donald just got treated.

Don't think too much...

To me, Lady Gaga represents oppression. Pop stars should not have to rip off Madonna just to be popular! No but really, why is she SO COOL!?! I want to cover myself in fake blood at the VMA's... And the Paparazzi video was the greatest thing I'd ever seen...until someone pointed out all the interspersed shots of strangled women. That was gross. But um....I wish I was her. Lady Gaga, that is...

Anyway, here is a vegan recipe for fake blood... seeing as, in addition to being a fourth-wave feminist, I am also a level-5 vegan (I don't eat anything that casts a shadow...even if it means stealing that joke...).

1 1/2 kilos of fair-trade soybeans
1 tsp. rice
35 Fresh Tomatoes (even though I abhor nationalism, they'd best be locally-grown!)
4 quarts of Nepalese Weak Tea

Blend, bathe in, and ferment. Then EXPRESS YOURSELF! By uh...pretending to be Lady Gaga...

Legalize it!

Anyone who claims that our government is doing things well enough to justify preventing me from hotboxing the coatroom at a queer wedding probably has health insurance. Just sayin'....

(Dear proverbial college people/overzealous high school teachers, It's just a theoretical legal position, not a real incident....jeeeez.)

"If I can't dance...."

How over the top is it that I want this on a poster?

I mean...To me, posters represent oppression. Images should not be confined to one's dorm wall or a seedy phonebooth! Of course, I'm not going to come up with a solution for this (or anything else, for that matter), because I'm a radical leftist blogger and we just don't do that kind of thing! Side note...I'm not a radical leftist. This is facetious. I don't know.

AND ANOTHER THING: Posters are not a valid form of self-expression, unless you take the pictures yourself, and then learn about community darkroom movements so you can develop your own photos outside of the generic conglomerate photolab monopoly. Can I be self-congratulatory now? Oh, it's my blog? I can do whatever I want? Awesome.

The waste remains, The waste remains and kills

Senior Year is kind of an absurd life stage.

Right now I have a poem by Andrea Gibson as my only locker decoration. Isn't that obnoxious? The title of this blog post is not from Andrea Gibson. Anyway, I think pictures of Biggie and Karen O. are coming, but it's still all quite unnecessary.

To me, lockers represent oppression. People should let their possessions roam free! Even into the pockets of other people... As a communist, I believe that my goods belong to all who need them as a beautiful gesture of synchronisity and togetherness.

As an Anarchist, I believe the fact that I may very well bust a cap at anyone who takes MY stuff is a highly legitimate deterrent.

No but really....plz don't jack my shit.

Also, I knew swearing off high school dances was the best thing I've ever done. DJ'ing those things is nightmarish. I think the career of DJ D-rippz may well be drawing to a close.

I am a roller coaster. I am a bear cub. I feel like this is all leading to some kind of interpretive dance.

The wikipedia article on 'self actualization' says this:

"People that have reached self-actualization are characterized by certain behaviors. Common traits amongst people that have reached self-actualization are as follows:
They embrace reality and facts rather than denying truth.
They are spontaneous.
They are interested in solving problems.
They are accepting of themselves and also others and lack prejudice. "

I feel the last three I live out to the best of my ability, which is arguably not very well. But it's not like I'm some kind of Raina Martens or something. (On a side note, I feel Raina Martens deserves several apologies....)

Wait...shouldn't it be "People *who* have reached self-actualization"? Whatever. As evidenced by the last sentence I can't even punctuate. Or spell. Or capitalize. Gahhh I miss Dr. Laughlin.

Anyway, are YOU, my imaginary reader, self actualized?

EDIT (11/2/09): RAINA MARTENS IS NOT PREJUDICED OR RACIST OR ANYTHING THAT WAS JUST ME TRYING TO MAKE FRIENDS BUT FAILING AND CAUSING PEOPLE ANXIETY AND YEAH...DEAR RAINA SORRY I AM SOCIALLY INEPT.....eeeeek....i don't want a disciplinary hearing!!!

Milk

Milk has always held a lot of significance for me. I was allergic to dairy until I was 8, so I imagined milk tasted like melted ice cream. Then I drank some and it didn't, and I went into a spiraling depression. Kind of. Harvey Milk was also an important civil rights leader. But he wasn't interesting. I learned this from the biopic about him, also titled... "Milk". But the trial surrounding his death was interesting. That wasn't in the movie though.

This is what is wrong with the slave culture perpetuated by the American Movie Trafficing Industry!!!! I AM SELF RIGHTEOUS!!!! SEE? SEE?

Anyway, my friend Alexx doesn't drink milk. She told me the non organic kind comes from a bunch of different cows and if one of them was sick I could be in trouble.

Then I drank some milk. To you know, be belligerent.

Anyway... To me, milk represents oppression. Cows should only really be milked after giving full verbal consent. If you're a dairy farmer and would like to know how to do this while still being sexy, I'm holding a workshop this saturday at the IMC.