Casual reminder that while you don’t need to think that myself or any girl ever looks good with a buzz cut you do need to be a decent fucking human being and respect mine and other women’s right to do whatever they want to their bodies and that includes their hair.
Casual reminder that if I don’t think that something looks good on someone I have the right to express my honest opinion on this and you need to be a decent human being and handle critizicm in a mature way.
Actually you thinking that you have any right to comment on my body and what I do with it just makes you an asshole.
It’s my body, not yours. Mind your own goddamn business.
Yes, in fact I do have this right. I have the right to comment on the governments way of doing politics, any footballers way of doing sports, any actors way of playing a role and I also do have a right to comment on something insignificant as on how you are doing your hair if I feel like doing this. You also have the right to tell me I’m an asshole for being honest, if that’s your personal opinion on me. I won’t be mad the way you get mad about a person being honest to you, because I appreciate it if people express their opinion on me. :)
Yeah, no, you can go to hell.
Society spends all its time telling women how their bodies should look and it’s bullshit. My body is my own and no one else gets to tell me what to do with it.
My body is not for public consumption, comment, or opinion. Leave it, and me, alone.
Why are you pulling to “women victim” card here? I comment on both mens and womens appearance. The weird thing is that I never got a reaction like this from a man. If I tell one of my guy friends “damn it, your new haircut looks like shit” he’s like “ok, it’s gonna grow again, maybe I’m gonna try another one next time” or just like “idgaf”. But if I ask a woman or even feminist they’re raging “ARE YOU TELLING ME I AM UGLY I AM GETTING THIS HAIRCUT FOR MYSELF I DON’T CARE ABOUT SOCIETIES IDEALS DON’T JUDGE ME FUCK YOU YOU CAN GO TO TELL” etc. Just an observation. Thanks for proving your victim complex and anger management problem. You want equality? Take critizism like a man ;)
Sigh. Lemme spell this out for you buddy.
Men and women are not in equal positions of power in society. Therefore criticizing both of them does not have an equal impact because they are inherently set up unequally in society.
And you can take your “victim complex” bullshit and kindly gtfo
Excuse me, but what part of ‘gtfo’ do you not understand?
This may be a point of honor or just you deciding to argue a philosophical point but you’re being a fucking bully about someone else’s choices in life. Stop it. Act like an adult, throw up your hands if you must but get the fuck out, you jerk!
Sorry you have to deal with the rudeness, sweetie! *hugs you*
Constant really cheerful “I know we no longer do it this way but that’s what the document says so I’m going to tell my people to follow the document” interruptions by a manager who’s trying to force change suck even worse.
Especially when said manager knows perfectly well that I have no power to change anything. I cannot change it if the managers involved will not change. I haven’t done this thing in over SIX years and I know the document is wrong.
I. Still. Cannot. Change. It!
Said manager needs to talk to the other managers responsible for the thing bothering him because JFC, it’s not like I’m blocking the change! Clerks change nothing. We just take orders!
I think I need to write about a thousand or two words when I get home but I doubt that’ll happen. The hubby will want attention.
I really need to sell get more books up so that I can sell more books and get the hell out of his job.
At least its almost time to go home.
Stop interrupting me! I want to get shit done, damnit!
*grumbles at coworkers*
/really supremely random post of random
Porn. Which I like writing. Porn is fun to write.
*glares at the story*
Why are you being so difficult about the porn, boys? You’re enjoying yourself. I’m enjoying thinking about it. Why are all the words coming out the same???? And wrong. And weird.
I swear, one day of no writing followed by a low writing day and I feel like I haven’t ever written anything at all in my entire life.
/Goes back to writing porn in stolen moments at work.
Well, more whining because I’m sick and that lowers my resistance. Under a cut because no one needs to read me whining.
…it’s good that I’m at the big torture sequence in Artifacts of Awareness with Kennet being a snarky, impatient, obnoxious asshole.
Because I am soooooo in the right mood for that right now.
(See my previous ranty posts for why)
It’s either that or writing full-on kinky-bad-wrong smut and right now that’d probably end up bloody, ansty and the wrong sort of mean to be hot. Pure torture is better at the moment.
Which says something about my feelings about work right now.
I think I need to get the hell out of here. *checks clock* Half an hour to go. Thank fucking God!
But at least I’m about 1/2 done with editing the novel, depending on how much the later chapters grow during the editing process. Current chapter count is 17 of a projected 34 (to maybe 44-46 chapters), with 12,000 words added so far.
*goes off to torture Kennet while he laughs in the face of his torturers and pisses them off like the big idiot that he is*
The next person to ask me when the Huntsman and I are having kids is getting kicked in the face.
Double beating if you are related to me and/or know my history. *Grumbles*
To them, I have only this to say:
People like to assume that I’ll get over my tokophobia at a certain age because “CIS GIRL OMG UR GONNA TOTES HAVE DA BEBEHS BECUZ OF DA BIOLOGICAL CLOCK NO U GET OVER UR FEARRR BECAUSE BIOLOGICAL NEED TO MAKE BEBEHS”
People get all upset too when I tell them I’m infertile.
They’re like “Oh you poor babey, you can’t do the best thing a cis girl can do.”
And I’m like “What? STFU, I hate babies”
I hate children till the get to be maybe 8-10. Then I can mostly deal.
But yeah I’m like “nope don’t want kids and the process of having them scares me so I wouldn’t have em if I wanted to, anyways”
And people are just like “Oh well you’re only 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 (this has been happening since I was like 14 btw) YOU’LL GET OVER IT!”
No. Fuck you.
I had a boss that did that all the damn time.
“Oh Lizzy, you’re young. You’ll change your mind when the time comes”
Here I am 5 years later, going NOPE
I just want to strangle people that say that. Luckily the people I hang out with either
a) Don’t care
b) Have kids, but wouldn’t want to wish that crap on me
I’m gonna be 30 at the end of the month, and I STILL get this crap from everyone who hears that I don’t want kids. It’s always the same reaction: the look of horror, follow by pity, and then the platitudes. “Oh honey, you’ll change your mind. You’ll meet someone who’ll make you want children.”
As if I don’t know my own mind. As if I can’t make my own decisions. As if I would magically change my mind because I got into a relationship. As if I would choose to be in a relationship with someone who would try to badger me into having children.
Fuck. You. Five years is not a phase, and sixteen years sure as hell isn’t.
“Oh, but if you don’t have babies, you’ll regret it later!”
I cannot believe that people still say this to girls who state that they don’t want children. Do they not understand how incredibly rude that is? I mean, if they went up to someone who was talking about trying to have a baby and said, “Oh, you’ll regret that decision later,” they’d probably get slapped, and rightly so.
Our decisions to have or not have children are precisely none of anyone else’s goddamn business.
I cannot believe that people still say this to girls who state that they don’t want children. Do they not understand how incredibly rude that is?
No more rude than asking a fat chick who happens to be pregnant if she’s sure she’s not having twins. “Are you sure? You’re just so big. Are you really sure??”
Because I lost count of how many times I got that.
Bitch please. I have to have DNA testing done when I get pregnant. Yes. I HAVE TO. If I was carrying twins and no one thought to tell me (Despite the testing and the 12+ sonograms I got then someone was getting sued)
People still ask me when I’m having my second. News flash: I DON’T EVER PLAN ON HAVING A SECOND. When I tell them that I get the same shocked, incredulous looks and the same “you’ll change your mind” line.
No. I’m pretty sure I won’t.
There are two problems here. #1 is that humanity still seems to think our sole purpose is procreation and with 7 billion people on this planet that we’re already struggling to provide for I beg to differ. Problem #2 is that people think it’s socially acceptable to ask invasive questions and give just anyone their own personal opinion on anything. Big hint: THAT’S NOT SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE! Is it acceptable to walk up to random people and ask them about their underwear? Nope. Not at all. So why would you ask them about their own plans for their bodies and fiances?
Children and whether or not a person wants to have them are no one’s business but their own and people need to fucking realize that.
For the longest time people would do that same thing to me. I’d usually tell them straight up that I don’t deal well with other people’s poop, so any kids would be just coated in it, constantly, and that would be kinda bad, so… or I’d laugh in their faces, because they don’t get an opinion about my life and body.
Now, when someone asks about kids, I tell them I have two, and I got them the easy way: I dated their mom. You wouldn’t believe how quickly that shuts people up. It’d be funny if it weren’t so sad.
I will say this tho… my biological clock has started to tick on me, and it’s annoying as heck! I’m asexual, so I don’t usually do sex things. No drive, y’know? But, once a month, usually right when I ovulate, I get kinda horny. It takes me a grand total of 2 minutes to go from ‘hm, I feel a bit like I may want to wank’ to ‘aaaahhh, that was nice, now on with my life!’ But, now that the ol’ bio clock has decided to tick on me, when I get horny, my fantasies have changed. For some gross, sick, nasty, weird ass reason the thought of sperm kinda works (but only for two days right when I ovulate!) The rest of the time, I don’t like dicks, I really dislike fluids, and the thought of that inside me? I retch. ew ew ew!!! Fucking biological clock! The hell? Messing with my masturbatory fantasies like that!!! ugh.
As far as I’m concerned this whole ‘you’ll change your mind’ thing is bullshit. I’ve known since I was a small child that I didn’t want children. Everyone questioned it.
Sorry guys but at 45 years old there’s no effing way I’m having kids. I had a tubal at 30 just to make 100% certain that it never happened. I wish people would just say ‘oh, okay, fine. How about that weather?’ It would make life much easier for everyone.
FYI, this is a meta-thingie that you could call a rec or maybe a review. It’s basically me working out my thoughts about an anime I watched while at Sakuracon last week.
Which anime? Children Who Chase Lost Voices, directed by Makota Shinkai.
Be aware, I had some fairly major issues with the anime but it has some strong good points to go with its equally strong bad points. Hopefully the rambling below will be coherent. Under a cut to save everyone from my babbling—assume that there are lots of spoilers over on my DW, please.
I hate new DC Cover day. Sorry to those who look forward to the covers but they make my anger and disappointment in DC come back. Unfortunately, I can’t install Tumblr Savior at work (no access to install programs on my computer) so I can’t avoid them.
Thus, I think I’m going to stay off Tumblr until later today when the flood of cover reblogs goes down. I just don’t want to deal with all the bad feels DC inspires right now. :(
Which I’m putting under a cut because really, no one needs to have my anxieties in their faces.
I’m having a really hard time mustering the enthusiasm to write any of my DC fanfics.
Not even ORACLE Initiative is calling me right now and that’s really sad because there’s so much that I have planned for it.
Because DC sucks so bad that it’s killing my love of the characters. *cries a little*
Seriously, I’m not buying or reading the comics but just hearing about what’s happened to Damian, Jason, and Tim makes me kind of queasy. These guys are my favorites (especially Jason and Tim) and to know that they’re being treated so poorly in the DCnU on top of being written so poorly makes me pull away from them.
They’re not my boys. All these horrible things are happening and they’re not my boys. They’re not even close to my boys.
I’ll get over it eventually. I tend to be very faithful to my series, whatever they may be.
But right now I just can’t write my boys. :(
Sorry to those waiting for more ORACLE Initiative or any of my other (far too many) WIP. It’s a sad thing when the canon is so bad that it drives the readers away. Unfortunately I don’t think that DC will even realize that they’re doing it to themselves.
*goes to write original fic where it’s all mine and I don’t have to worry about DC ruining everything*
Well, the audit’s over for another day.
I have a headache.
I am exhausted and I did basically nothing other than deal with people (including a very sick auditor) for about 6.5 hours.
For the record, Mountain Dew makes my head hurt. Not migraine-hurt but pounding at the top of my skull and swaying from time to time from the ow-hurt. Not good. I barely even drank any and it still killed me. Sticking to water in the future is a good, good thing. I suppose I need to be reminded of my inability to tolerate caffine on a semi-regular basis.
Also for the records, I have once again confirmed that I am an anti-social introvert who does best when left the hell alone and not required to constantly be in the presence of other people. Like that was news. >.>
But the audit went well and now hopefully I can steal a half an hour to write something because Hide and Seek, my new Muirin short story, is eating my brain. Writing does sometimes help me feel better.
I would still like opinions over here. Fanmail responses are just fine if you don’t want to comment. I get that it’s a touchy subject, which is why I’m asking outside opinions. I don’t experience enough discrimination based on my looks/ethnicity to feel confident about this particular character yet.
Anyway, back to work for me. Only an hour and twenty minutes before I get to go home. Yay. *tired sigh*