{the avant-garde of mediocrity}
This will be my last and final ‘Hoorah’ for 2012. I bid thee farewell and please do not drink and drive. Why? It’s fucking dumb and who wants to be fucking dumb? Well, maybe Dipshidiot and Alice/Brittany, but let’s just say for the sake of now they don’t count. Now to let bygones be motherfucking bygones. I hope you enjoy. See you in 2013, lovelies.
♣ This could just be me; hell, everything could just be me. I find it pompous that when someone is using slightly silly examples on a topic such as literature to show how it seems to have degraded over the centuries, you have to point out that the examples are beneath the topic. So I chose Twilight, Hunger Games and 50 Shades. Does it matter that the authors of Twilight and 50 Shades are not “trained in the field” of writing? Does it matter that Hunger Games is a Scholastic, Inc. book made for young adults? No. Why? Because my point was that these popular series are what’s being put out by mainstream. Gone are authors like Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, Harper Lee, etc. Literature has become all about pop-lit. Where did the art and intelligence go? Understand I am talking mainstream here, I know there are fantastic authors out there that are probably being smothered by the garbage coming out.
♣ Tell me it’d be best for me to change my stance on gun laws with only the reason that England has ¼ the homicide rate that America has. Don’t bother linking any actual data. This may or may not make a difference, but has it occurred to you that England is roughly ¼ of the size of America? Plus if you really want to break it down the percentage of guns used in our homicide rate, it is significantly low compared to other means.
♣ Tell an inmate on death row that you don’t believe humans should be executed. How, again, do you think he got on death row?
♣ Blame everyone for everything wrong in your life. You’re 32, what you suffer has everything to do with your choices as an adult. Especially talk a lot of smack about the person who’s done nothing but bend over backwards for you.
/End Rant.
ex·trem·ism [ ik str m ìzzəm ]
Synonyms: radicalism, fanaticism, immoderation, zealotry, activism, intemperance
cen·sor·ship [ sénssər shìp ]
Synonyms: restriction, suppression, control, cutting, editing, bowdlerization, expurgation
I am about to offend an obscene amount of dynamic groups and people in this post. You know the title of the post, you know the definitions. This is not for the faint of heart. I recommend you stop here if you don’t prefer to get your panties in a twist, and if you don’t wear panties, your hackles up. This will be your first and final warning.
I am highly opinionated, I can have an opinion about everything and everyone. The difference between myself and an extremist? I am flexible. I leave room within myself for change. I could have a debate with you going in that I am 100% right and I am going to verbally and intelligently take you down, but I listen. This gives people who do want to debate with me the chance to sway my views. This also can make me an excellent debater because if need be, I can counteract everything you tell me versus only the majority of what you have to say.
My major fault? I am passionate about what I choose to debate or converse about so everything becomes personal. I don’t have children, but if I think it’s better to teach them dental habits at the age of 18 months when they obviously are sprouting teeth, you are going to hear about it. If I think your 5-year-old needs to brush his teeth every night and morning instead of occasionally, you’re going to hear about it. If I think it’s uncouth to leave your baby with a heart condition, let alone any healthy baby, napping while you take 15 minutes to get your kid from the bus stop down the street, I am definitely going to say something. Just for the fact that I don’t have a child, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t know how to raise one or that I lack maternal instincts, or the very least, make my ideas or opinions null and void. Stand on your soap box saying how you’re the mother. I’ll just be calling up to you to act like one. See? Passionate. Passionate about parenting when I’m not one. That’s me.
A certain amount of activism can drive me nuts. It can be cultural, religious, political, etc. I don’t like injustices. I don’t like racial slurs used to make others feel shitty about who they are. The color of your skin is not who you are, it’s a small part of a whole. A part that you had no control over coming into this world.
Being extremely feminist or anti-feminist has been irritating me lately. Since after the political debauchery campaigning of this election year, all I have been hearing about is feminism. I have total belief that anything a man can do, women can do better just as well. In this country, the only thing a woman hasn’t gained is presidency. We can work, we can own land, we can make bigger salaries than men, we can go to school, be rich, have as many babies as we want, wear what we want, talk how we want. What the hell are we fighting for? Do we just want it all handed to us now? I don’t think that’s exactly what Susan B. Anthony had in mind. There is HR (human resources) in every corporation in America so we can control sexual harassment. Rapists, shockingly enough, do end up behind bars — but only if we speak up. You want to know what feminism truly should be? Strength. We are all human beings and we cannot wipe out every injustice. In our culture, you have to stand for what you believe in and maintain. You can’t just expect a couple famous court verdicts and laws passed and think that from now on we are going to have a completely equal opportunity culture.
We have Freedom of Religion, are you to think there are not religious injustices that go on every day? We have Freedom of Speech, do you believe every person in this country doesn’t have to censor what they say or the information they teach? Do I need to bring up how most of those school textbooks are full of falsehoods? That’s been known for years and years, has anyone done anything to change it? No. We have the, bear with me… Right to Bear Arms, is every single one of us packing? No. Has it been proven in areas that have laws like these fewer crimes take place? Yes. Why? Because we use it as protection. A criminal that’s looking to get away with murder, is not looking to have the weapon so easily traced back to him. Guns for crimes are obtained illegally. Are there exceptions to every and all rules? Yes. Do extremists have a tendency to believe so? No. Everything is hard and fast. They’re right, you’re wrong. End of story.
I don’t believe in having to censor yourself. Mainly when it comes to writing, I’m not going around little kids cursing up a fucking storm or anything. I don’t like the idea of banning/burning books. I don’t think anyone should have to silence their ideas or thoughts. Just as I can have an idea or opinion on extremist, they should be able to voice their own opinions or ideas. If there is music you don’t like to listen to because it’s derogatory, then don’t choose that radio station or seek out that kind of music. If there is a book that you don’t want to read in the library, don’t check out the book.
Censorship leads to ignorance. How are we to teach the generations behind us about our history when books like To Kill a Mockingbird or The Diary of Anne Frank get banned? I think even The Grapes of Wrath was banned once, or twice. Not having controversial books based on our past readily available can bring that kind of rhetoric back into our society. Does history not repeat itself. You can sit there and believe that teaching them about it will get through, but you need actual stories for kids to learn from. Books that shock the senses. Where do you think fables and stories came from?
There are books out there about white supremacy and the KKK or Satanism and black voodoo magic(k), books that promote those ideals and even though I find them to be disgusting human beings; if I don’t want to be censored, then they shouldn’t be either. People are going to believe in what they want to believe in. Not giving them a chance to know what is out there in that cold and cruel world will cause more harm than good.
There was actually a neighboring county of where I live that banned 50 Shades of Grey out of their public library system. Yes, E.L. James is a fantastic writer if you are into flaky chicklit and subpar sexcapades, but seriously? I bet I can find some books on the KKK in their library system. I do happen to live in the south.
The Bloggess Jenny Lawson’s book Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir) was banned somewhere. I am reading it now and I fucking love it. She does curse a lot, but her stories – I shit you not – have me laughing out loud, not just smiling a little then stopping.
Censorship leads to ignorance.
Keep on looking through the window again,
But I’m not sorry if I do insult you.
I’m sad, not sorry, ’bout the way that things went,
And you’ll be happy and I’ll be forsakin’ thee.I swore I’d never feel like this again,
But you’re so selfish, you don’t see
What you’re doing to me,
I keep on looking through the window again.
No I’m not sorry if I do insult you.
No-o-o, I’m not sorry if I do insult you.
I need to stop, obviously, saying that I’m done writing about Alice/Brittany. I annoy myself, you could say. I care so much about a person who’s not worth caring for and then when it’s all done, everyone around me wonders why I cared about that person at all.
It became so bad I don’t remember or can’t figure out any of the good qualities that she may have possessed. I was angry with her so much it clouded and permeated everything. Being in that friendship with her proved to me time and again that she was incapable of loving or caring about anyone outside of herself. Her feelings toward you were conditional.
She replaces people, and quite easily. When I became friends with her, I replaced Lacy. I was told I was a better friend than Lacy. We get in a fight about Matt’s dad coming to see the kids and suddenly Lacy is a better friend than me because Lacy, when it was found that Matt Sr. was cheating, became angry and called his girlfriend an umpteenth amount of times calling her a slut/whore/stupid bitch. I’m not sorry that my maturity level lacks that of a 17-year-old’s.
I’m not sorry that I was there before Lacy came down, taking care of Brittany’s kids while she was holed up in her room sobbing on the floor. Who did she call when she needed her kids to be looked after while she wallowed in her pity? Me. Anything she needed, I was there. I’m not sorry that I was the one being a shoulder to lean on and trying to keep her from calling him all the time and begging him to love her and acting desperate. Because she went against my advice, Matthew actually told her that when he was here in June, she was simply a pity-fuck.
I know how men like him work, you sob and get all needy and they react with anger and become repulsed because, honestly, only the sick and twisted are turned on by tears, desperation and faking happiness like everything is going to return to normal. You get angry and harass their girlfriend, their girlfriend gets the idea “Oh, wow. She IS a crazy bitch, no wonder you’re leaving her.” You lose all credibility. I’m not sorry for not being Lacy.
Dipshidiot gets out of jail and he is living with her and she has again easily replaced me. Brian was her fuck-toy when Disphidiot was holed up and for a short while she was replacing me with Brian. Brian says something off to her kid and has one bad lay with her and gone is Brian, and I’m back in. Just in time to dog sit for her while she’s away.
Brittany has to depend on someone. She is far from self-sufficient and that is why she makes the perfect candidate for Dipshidiot. She has no friends here besides me and we’re no longer friends. Lacy lives in Georgia. All Brittany has here is her mom and grandparents. Dipshidiot has hit the jackpot — for the qualities he is looking for.
Keep on looking through the window again,
But I’m not sorry if I do insult you.
I’m sad, not sorry, ’bout the way that things went,
And you’ll be happy and I’ll be forsakin’ thee.I swore I’d never feel like this again,
But you’re so selfish,
You don’t see what you’re doing to me,
I keep on looking through the window again.
No I’m not sorry if I do detest you.
No-o-o, I’m not sorry if I do detest you.
Brittany texted me Marry Christmas yesterday. It may have been a blast text, I don’t know. I texted her back a little over an hour later Merry Christmas and nothing since. I’m wondering if she thought I was correcting her. I wasn’t, but I would find it funny if she thought so.
My blog has been raped by http://adjournalblog.wordpress.com (so inconspicuous). He’s liked almost my entire blog and we just say I am none too happy. Anyone know how to report this? I’ve spammed all his comments, but I have a feeling spam doesn’t do much.
I really am annoyed. Royally.
