1st non-gas or food thing I wanna buy when I start gettin' a paycheck:
Yessssss. (Not those exactly, but ya know…)
I’ve got soooo many things I’d love to put them on, seriously. The cape (that used to be the shredded vest, by the way) I made recently, my favorite button-up shirt, a pair of Vans that I love but are a little too plain… hell, that’s just the things I see from looking around right now. There’s sooooo many ideas!
Totally went back and read some stuff I typed up when I was really upset and now I can’t even remember what it was over…
I guess my mind blocked it out, which is kind of scary.
I hate when I get angry because I can never let it out (to my mother, who is the only person I really get angry with these days, at least) and it just sort of festers a little before I distract myself from it.
One day, it’s gonna all come out. Hopefully that will be after I’ve moved out so it won’t end up too horribly.
They are pretty neat to hear about, as long as he doesn’t go on and on too long about it (which he does about most everything though). The ._. face was cos I was worried it’d be too loud over my recording, haha!
I apologize if you can hear my dad talking with my brother about his experiences with LSD in the background. ._.
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“I’m a bit too late to the party here, but there’s actually something interested to be said about this.
I’m involved with some rape crisis activism, and one of the metaphors that activists use when talking about date rape is that of drunk driving.
Thirty years ago, the ‘responsible’ attitude toward drunk driving was “On New Year’s Eve, stay off the streets, because there are a lot of drunk drivers out there who might kill you.” And then, starting in the 1980s, there was a concerted public health effort to shift the paradigm toward the phrase we all have drummed into our heads: “Friends don’t let friends drive drunk.” As in, it’s not your responsibility to hide from drunk drivers; it’s your job to recognize that drunk driving is irresponsible and unacceptable, and to prevent your friends from doing it - in other words, to make drunk driving taboo. And it worked! Lots of us in our late 20s think of drunk driving as a secular mortal sin…something we would never, ever do, and that we would be disgusted and angry to have discovered our friends had done.
Right now, we think of it as girls’ responsibility to protect themselves from rape: don’t get tanked! don’t leave your drink unattended! don’t let your friends leave you at the bar! etc. This is the “stay off the streets, drunk drivers might be out there!” safety model. But someday, a generation or so from now, it might be something different. It might be: “Friends don’t let friends have sex with drunk people.” Or, to put it slightly differently: our kids might take it for granted that you need active, sober consent from someone before you bone them. Shocking!
Does that sound horribly harsh? Are you about to rush to your keyboard and say, “That’s so unfair! Lots of times when drunk people say they want to have sex, they really mean it!” Sure. And the truth is, most of the time when you get behind the wheel when you’re drunk, you get home safely. But sometimes, when you drive drunk, people get hurt. And that girl who is stumbling along next to you might be in a blackout, or the survivor of some really fucked up abuse, or you might be too drunk yourself, and in too much of a rush to realize that the scared 18 year old you’re about to get with is whispering “no” and doesn’t mean it as a joke.
Here’s a message from the future: don’t have sex with drunk people. If you meet a drunk girl at the bar, flirt with her, make out with her on the street corner, and program your number into the phone. If she invites you home, hey, sure, go back with her and make out til dawn. Then fall asleep, make some breakfast, and distract yourself from your hangover by doing it to your hearts’ content once you’re sober.
After all, what have you got to lose? If you truly don’t believe she’ll still sleep with you once her head clears…how much was that consent worth to you, really?”—
From a person on Reddit whose name is, surprisingly enough, whataperv. I’m not posting this because you guys need a lecture about consent, but because this was a surprisingly effective argument that swayed some of Reddit’s alarmingly pro-rape posters.
The original comment is here, but don’t read any of the others. Like I said, some Redditors can be pretty… rapey.
I'm almost 20 and haven't been able to score a better job than a fucking cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that'll hire high school graduates. I'd get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I've failed every damn test I've ever taken. I'm socially awkward, even my only other co-worker fucking hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she's athletic, smart, and a gorgeous southern belle. I love her. You know what it's like; I've been friend zoned real hard. She's my only best friend, besides this one kid, who I'm pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he's the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all worse is that I live in a fucking pineapple under the sea.