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I was sleepy but it’s really hot and I don’t know why but suddenly I want to go to the gym really badly. I hope I can go early tomorrow.
It started last night and if it isn’t better by tomorrow, I’m going to the doctor. I don’t know what is going on, but I am currently blaming my new protein bars. Band banquet is tonight and I have a bumpy face but whatever. Honey badger don’t care.
Last weekend we were going to go somewhere, so I put on makeup and stuff, but then we didn’t so I decided I would just take pictures of myself instead.
i believe i’ve seen this before, but i will never get over how beautiful this is. it’s listed as a tattoo. i’m not exactly sure if it is. still love it.
(trigger warning: rape, rape jokes) Here is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down…
Because 6% of college-aged men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act—and that’s the conservative estimate. Other sources double that number (pdf).
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
Rapists do.
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys (or more) is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, in a pick-up game of basketball, at a bar, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another, someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
Or maybe you didn’t laugh. Maybe it just wasn’t a very funny joke. So maybe you just didn’t say anything at all.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed? When you were silent?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore, not abiding it in your presence, not greeting it with silence…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.
After wrapping around the audience and playing our marching music and getting two standing ovations and a whole bunch of fifth-grader smiles, I just can’t wait until band camp. I’m going to try for sax section leader and I’m going to be the new and improved Amanda Garza in the stands and dance to all the cadences with Cole and be classy every second of every game. Plus we’re getting new uniforms (possibly, but Eckman has made that promise so many times before) that are so sleek and modern and they have cuffs and zippers rather than buttons.
And band banquet is soon and I’m dying waiting to know who is going to be our drum major.
Band geek out.
Really happy with how this turned out, usually my mendhi is just blobs of brown on my hand.
I was driving with my sister in the passenger seat, and, while at a stop light, I noticed the woman in the next car over staring at me. She motioned for me to roll down my window, so I did. And she said, “Are you guys twins?” I told her no, and she craned her head to the backseat and yelled, “Told you, bitch!” And turned back to me, smiled, and thanked me.
People, man.
I am the sister here.
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No thanks.
I am making him a batch of cocktail samosas and he is buying me a Rubik’s cube, instead of the ring he was planning to get me. I’m really excited.
The quality of this photo doesn’t do justice to how attractive I am. Also, I love my teeth and I can’t stop looking at them yayyayyay.
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