My Least Favorite Subject
Disliking Gym Says You Are Thoughtful |
 You are thoughtful, philosophical, and downright cerebral. For you, gym is too intense and competitive. You aren’t always in the mood for playing hard. You may or may not be into exercise – but any physical movement you do is under your own terms.You don’t get your happiness through thrills or adrenalin rushes. Your bliss comes from quiet reflection. |
Rape fantasies: an update
Since I’ve received quite a lot of negative feedback on my first post about this apparently sensitive topic, I’d like to make a few things clear.
I’m not against this type of thing (mainly going public with the fantasies, not anyone having them in secret) for moral reasons. What bothers me is when one woman’s fantasy gets another woman raped. (And that’s already happened, at least on a couple of occasions – it’s been used as a defense in court). Whatever you might think of me, I’m not a prude. I’m open to many things, just not this (and a few other things that I’m not going to go into here).
Secondly, I know perfectly well that fantasies are fantasies, nothing more. What worries me is whether all men know this too and if so, will they respect it? That’s all.
Having said that, I’d like to point out that I know men fantasize about being raped and have known about it for years. I’m perfectly ok with that, as long as these men don’t automatically assume that all women like that sort of thing too. That’s no excuse for raping a woman. I didn’t think that even needed to be said, but apparently it does.
I’m sure it’s fun for someone big and strong to (pretend to) give up control and submit to someone else, knowing that if the game got out of hand, they can easily put a stop to it. Great for them.
For similar reasons, I’m also perfectly ok with male prostitution. Because of their physical strength, they don’t run the same risks as women do.
Disappointing books
Warning: Self-pity
Lately almost all the books I’ve read have been disappointments, at least to some extent. I can’t believe I’ve completely lost my judgment so I can only imagine that somehow the books (or their writers) or I have changed. It’s probably the latter. The me of today has changed too much. I’m sadder and more disillusioned. Maybe if I manage to pull myself together and straighten my life out, I’ll become more enthusiastic about books again. Don’t get me wrong, I still love books, I just don’t seem to feel as happy about them as I did, even three or four years ago.
I feel my life slipping away, slipping through my fingers, like in that awful biblical story I was told about in what the people who ran my daycare had instead of Sunday school (Saturday school?). It’s been haunting me ever since. You probably know it, if you’re familiar with the Bible.
A girl walks across a field. She’s to pick only the best grains, but every time she sees what she believes to be the best, she catches sight of others in the distance, that seem bigger and better. In the end, she’s walked across the field, her basket empty, and.she can’t go back.
What worries me is that even though I’m probably somewhere on the field still, knowing I need to harvest the grains, I can’t do it. There’s always something preventing me and I can’t stand still either, I keep moving ahead, in one sense, yet not moving at all, in another sense. It scares me.
I don’t know what to do and I suppose not liking the few books I can afford, is the least of my problems. It’s just that those books should be brightening my days and instead, they’re not. A waste of money, that could have been put to better use elsewhere. Oh, well. Sorry about all the self-pity.
Warning: self-pity
Lately almost all the books I’ve read have been disappointments, at least to some extent. I can’t believe I’ve completely lost my judgment so I can only imagine that somehow the books (or their writers) or I have changed. It’s probably the latter. The me of today has changed too much. I’m sadder and more disillusioned. Maybe if I manage to pull myself together and straighten my life out, I’ll become more enthusiastic about books again. Don’t get me wrong, I still love books, I just don’t seem to feel as happy about them as I did, even three or four years ago.
I feel my life slipping away, slipping through my fingers, like in that awful biblical story I was told about in what the people who ran my daycare had instead of Sunday school (Saturday school?). It’s been haunting me ever since. You probably know it, if you’re familiar with the Bible.
A girl walks across a field. She’s to pick only the best grains, but every time she sees what she believes to be the best, she catches sight of others in the distance, that seem bigger and better. In the end, she’s walked across the field, her basket empty, and.she can’t go back.
What worries me is that even though I’m probably somewhere on the field still, knowing I need to harvest the grains, I can’t do it. There’s always something preventing me and I can’t stand still either, I keep moving ahead, in one sense, yet not moving at all, in another sense. It scares me.
I don’t know what to do and I suppose not liking the few books I can afford, is the least of my problems. It’s just that those books should be brightening my days and instead, they’re not. A waste of money, that could have been put to better use elsewhere. Oh, well. Sorry about all the self-pity.
Cat person? Dog person?
Are you a cat person or a dog person? That’s a question I see a lot. I guess I’d have to say I’m both or rather an animal person, rather than a people person. Someone who gets along much better with animals than with humans, generally.
Speaking of animals and people (or persons), I’m thinking animals can be, and are, persons – to me that means individuals rather than homo sapiens. So why can’t animals be persons, individuals and people? Anything but humans and homo sapiens. After all, we’re all animals, only different species.
The 1990’s
So, now it’s official. The 1990’s are retreating even further into the past. From now on, I’m going to have to consider stories/tv series/movies etc from the 1990’s ‘historic’. It feels odd, I had barely grown used to the ‘noughties’ and now we’re in the tens? Anyway, X files, Roswell and all those ‘big’ 90’s series are now historic in the sense that you can hardly see them as contemporary anymore. Not like Heroes, FlashForward, Being Human etc. Scary, but I guess you just have to accept it and move on. Maybe it would be easier if the tv series, movies and music were just better.
The Princess Myth
I just read this article about the princess myth and if it’s harmful to little girls.
Though I liked pink for a while when I was a child and liked to draw princesses too, I’ve never identified with princesses and never wanted to be a dumb, blonde celebrity. My sister and I never played princesses, we were having shipwrecks and went exploring (those were our favorite games). For years I thought I was a tomboy, but I’ve realized that I simply wasn’t an average girl, just a girl, period. And yes, I think the Princess Myth can be harmful to girls, just as anything else can. It can teach them to be passive victims and I really hate that. On the other hand, as someone’s pointed out, if done the right way, I suppose this myth can be harmless. After all, nowadays there are warrior princesses too.
Last summer I saw a group of children playing. Not surprisingly the boys were cowboys and the girls were – prey? Squaws? In any case, the boys, who were ‘armed’ chased the girls, who were shrieking and conforming to all the myths about the helpless little female. It was really hard for me to keep quiet (sometimes I can’t, as when I see children doing something potentially dangerous), but I did. They’re not my kids and I’m sure the mothers would have objected to me trying to educate their children.
Grr. Oh, well, maybe those girls will eventually grow up to be sensible human beings too, and if not, well, it’s not surprising. Sigh. I’m many things, one of them being a pessismist.
Wtf? Insane fantasies
I recently read this article and it made me furious. It says one of the most common sex fantasies of women is being raped. Wtf?
I really don’t get this. If someone had asked me a couple of years ago, if I believed women had fantasies about being raped I would have said no. But clearly it’s true. That’s completely alien to me and the women I know best.
This is insane. Their misguided fantasies can make life more difficult for other women (or even ruin their lives forever). That’s something they should consider before they admit to having these fantasies.
In fact, it makes me wonder if I’m really a woman and if not, what I am.
Funny video
Since i need a distraction, and laughter is a kind of disctraction, I thought I’d share this funny video.
I just took the Fan Fiction Personality Test
Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test…
The Mindgamer
Everything is possible, nothing is ever really over.
Fanfiction is a creative outlet for you. You don’t intentionally write it, it just happens. You find inspiration in several fandoms, but are not obsessed with only one.
You like to explore “what if” situations. What if this character had never made this very choice? What if this event had taken place sooner, never, elsewhere? What if these people had never met?
You are likely to write Alternative Universes, fan seasons or sequels and just follow your (sometimes pretty strange) plot bunnies.
