Category: reactions to media


Politics! 

(Excuse me, I’m going to cuss and rant a bit here.)

Sometimes, I really hate politics in this country.  It’s a fucking circus.   There’s only two fucking parties in the country that anyone ever really takes seriously.  And some people TAKE THEM TOO SERIOUSLY, in my opinion.

Some people stop treating the parties like the slightly changing and shifting ideological platforms they are, even ignoring the diversity that exists WITHIN each party (not to mention the possible diversity outside the two main parties). Instead people treat them like fucking sports teams.  Like, fucking Red vs. Blue over here.

And then people start drawing lines in the sand, dividing every fucking thing into two.   They do this while saying, “you either ARE or you AREN’T.”  Like there’s always only two options to every choice or two possible solutions to every problem. 

And if I don’t completely agree with them on every single hot button issue?  I’m suddenly the idiot, the douchebag, the prick, the overgrown child.

How dare I express a third opinion!
 

And then the terms liberal and conservative turn downright radioactive… don’t wanna to touch that shit.

And then there’s the fucking mud-slinging campaigns. 

Because no one really votes FOR a candidate as much as they vote AGAINST a candidate… at least not these days.  The same could be said about the parties as well.  And the politicians fucking KNOW this.

And sometimes I’m watching the two (sometimes so incredibly hypocritical it burns) sides of these arguments and it all plays out like a tween playground fight gone horribly, horribly wrong. 

Person A
will call Person B out for being unable to spell or use proper grammar or whatever when Person A IS DOING THE EXACT SAME THING.

Granted, everyone is at least a little bit of a hypocrite, but when you’re acting in such a fashion AND acting all high and mighty about it?  It’s just embarrassing!

And even if and when I DO agree with you, I will still always have the urge to call you out on shit when you’re being inconsistent and hypocritical.  I don’t CARE if we’re “on the same side.” Because I have standards.  Because I believe in Common Decency.

Just because your so-called opponent is being a level one douchebag idiot DOESN’T mean you have to stoop to their level, too.  It also doesn’t mean you have to tell the person they are a level one douchebag idiot.  Be the bigger person, for once!

I.  HATE.  EXTREMISM.  (EXTREMELY.  xD)

What happened to logic?  What happened to respect?  What happened to practicing what you preach?  What happened to thinking for your own damn selves?!

You know what?  I’m a slightly liberal-leaning moderate, and mostly because I’m socially liberal.  Fiscally?  I’m divided, and I have mixed feelings on pretty much anything to do with this country’s fiscal policy.  I am pro-choice but I still have some reservations about abortion and I take as much offense to people calling a fetus a parasite as I do to people calling the pregnant woman a whore.  I am otherwise pretty live and let live and support the ideal of a minimalistic and efficient government (but with some socialistic programs involved where they’re needed).   I am also a feminist and generally just a peoplist.  And I pretty much always try to be fair.  THIS IS WHO I AM.

More than anything, I support queer rights, because that’s a very big and very personal deal to me.  This is also the #1 reason I never vote for the Republican party in Texas.

Because I’d rather live in a state with a questionable economy than live in a state where I could be arrested and condemned just for being who I am.  Especially when giving me the rights I DESERVE doesn’t remotely infringe on other people’s rights at all.

If I could have it my way, the two major parties would be Democratic Socialist and Libertarian, as those generalized platforms would best represent my own internal political conflicts.  As it is, I don’t affiliate with either existing major party.  BOTH dissatisfy me. There’s groups of people I wouldn’t in a million years want to associate with on BOTH sides. 
 
(And a number of people who are quite alright.)

And you know what?  You’re perfectly welcome to disagree with me.  Granted, I respect people more when they think for themselves without parroting newscasters and the like, but whatever you want… more power to you.  I can live with that.  I can agree to disagree. 

Hell, you can even mock me a little.  I lightly mock others, too.   One of my best friends in the world is incredibly more liberal than I’ll probably ever be and we tease each other all the time. But there’s a big difference between casual mockery and the kinds of bullshit a number of politicrazy people seem to be pulling these days. 

I just want it to stop.  :/

Nothing much to report on.

This semester hasn’t been going as smoothly as I would’ve hoped.  It’s been a bumbling kind of wtf season in general, so I’m kind of strongly looking forward to moving on into the next season, next semester, next house/apartment, and so on. 

Actually, more than anything else right now? I am looking forward to finding a better job than Jack ‘n’ the Box and finally living on my own WITHOUT unreliable housemates.  My desires for such things are becoming so incredibly intense that they are even starting to outweigh other, grander and sparklier and loftier goals in my life… like, you know, graduating.   Silly? I know, but lately I’ve been realizing that one must start by desiring and acquiring the so-called basics before taking on the all more complicated things, like conspiracy theories.  Or making crepes. Or dating.

Otherwise, life just feels like:

Only (if it’s at all possible) much less fun.

And it’s not like someone’s going to pop into my life out of nowhere to give me a hug or anything. 

I’ve already used up my whole stash of hug coupons anyway by, you know, being a sorry little ass.   So I just need to stop being so pathetic and start being awesome on my own first… instead…

Yes, I’m using animated gifs.  I’ve been so fucked up lately that even the English language fails me half the time.  I no longer feel confident in my abilities to accurately express myself solely through the wonder that is the written word.  And gifs make me happy.  They’re my new expression crack, like art and poetry used to be for me ages ago.
Here’s some more tidbits of actual blogging and communication!

I am getting thoroughly lost in Supernatural fandom again.  I mean, I still love all the other things I love, but Supernatural is kind of my number one form of TV crack for the moment and I don’t know why.  Just, Supernatural ate my brain…


I don’t even know

I also keep noticing women, more than I want to.  And some of them are noticing me, or something!  And I’m not really feeling up to all these potential shenanigans because I’m not really in the right place for any sort of relationship and it all confuses me so. 

Like, I’m trying to ignore it all, but they’re all like…

And I’m like…

But they’re EVERYWHERE, and they make me feel so shallow!  >.<  As if I am worse at such a thing than most of you are with… whoever/whatever you happen to be into, I guess.

It’s annoying.  =/

Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to the 19th for two awesome reasons:  I’ll be getting my teeth and I’ll be seeing a movie. <3

I guess I had a lot more to say than I thought.  =o

Until next time!

Duuuuuuude.

Wow.

Just finished those two open-book, in-class, response-critique-test-thingies for my poetry and lit crit class. The poetry one was harder than the lit crit one, but only mostly because I had to write essentially five little essays and there’s a frikin’ time limit. The lit crit one seemed easy… TOO easy. Maybe because I had to choose between three poems and chose the Emily Dickinson one and immeadiately heard that little voice inside my head scream “\o/ BINARIES! HOLYFUCKLOOKATTHEBINARIES. /o\”

I think I absolutely love Emily Dickinson, by the way. Wait, no, I KNOW I love Emily Dickinson. I own a little book of all her poetry for a REASON.

Ahem.

Wow, this song is so beautiful. And it’s not even in English. Geez.

On mild reflection of my last few journal entries: geez! What happened to “less is more,” Rei? No one’s even going to begin to read all that nonsense. I thought writing smaller tidbits more often would help, but I’m just not sticking to it. Gotta work on that, dammit. Less is more. Less is more. Less is more. The beauty of simplicity. Fuck, Anne. Get with it. You are SUCH an obnoxious little thing.

Blame all the voices in my head. They keep me up at night, too. They never quite shut up. Blah blah blah, they tell me. Blah blah blah.

Okay, I have friends who babysit kids who love Lazy Town, and through such friends I have been ccasionally exposed to the show’s… finer moments. 

I want to share these with you, ’cause, yanno, they almost make me wish I was a kid again.  ‘Cause if I was, I’d totally dig this show.

YOU ARE A PIRATE!

COOKING BY THE BOOK

LAZY TOWN’S SURPRISE SANTA
 

Don’t hate.  ^_____^

I just finished watching quite possibly one of the dorkiest reality TV shows I’ve ever seen.  And I hardly watch any TV.

It’s an elimination-style (think Survivor) superhero contest for adults.  Glitter and spandex included.

You heard me.

It’s one of those things you absolutely love to watch simply BECAUSE it’s so incredibly stupid.  Like Rocky Horror Picture Show minus the catchy music, captive audience, blatantly-obvious innuendo, and pizazz.

What’s worse is that our society’s various ridiculous stereotypes are emphasized or encouraged via this show.  For example, Blond-Ditz and Mr. Jew were the ones eliminated this week, but DorkyDork, HotBatDyke, and CopCop McCop got away with mere warnings to shape-up or ship-out.

It’s so sad it’s funny.  You can’t watch it and NOT want to make fun of it the whole time you do so.

But you know what’s even more sad? In this one episode I watched, the day’s task involved roller coasters and man-oh-man, I wanted to join in on the fun.

I could totally show all of them up, too.  I could be a much better SuperDork than ANY of those schmucks!

I started imagining how the episode would’ve been if I had been playing the game, too:

Introducing!  The LATEST super hero!

THE RABBIT!  Pshaaaaaaaaaaa.

Yes folks, this is indeed amazing.  The pursing of lips and twitching of the nose in serious concentration as crime is ingeniously thwarted. With lanky monkey arms, doughy skin, the oh-so-slightest of tummy pooches, and a more-than-ample bottom, and there’s absolutely no mistaking this genuine article for another!

So, Rabbit, let me ask you this: What exactly made you want to wear tights and make swoosh noises so bad?

Why that’s easy, Jim: it’s the cookies.

The cookies?

The cookies.

Really?

Yes, of course!  But seriously, Steve, it’s because as superheroes we get to live-out our best ideals, but as human beings we are our own worst enemies.  We are our own biggest villain.  And do you know what the greatest tragedy of all is, Bob?

What?

Ignorance.

Ignorance?

Yes, ignorance.  It is the source of most of our needless suffering as a species.  That’s why my goal in life is to empower people with knowledge.  My key superpower is communication.  My biggest role is to play the messenger.  You know what else, Larry?

Uh, what?

I fucking love roller coasters.

Pshaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam.

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