Yoko Ono- Blood Piece
bleed on everything
bleed on everything they love
bleed on everything they love and make it art
make one every month
Today my touchy coworker put her hand on my shoulder and I just kind of bent my knees and slid to the side so she had her hand on air and I was like, that was a burn so deep YOUR HAND IS ON AIR STOP TOUCHING ME.
favorite teen movies → clueless
I LOVED TAI’S OUTFIT. I wanted a shirt like that, but never could find one.
I don’t think I ever noticed Tai’s shirt has the heart in the back as well. Huh. Now it kind of looks like a shotgun blast.
I wish I could pull off a mini skirt with knee highs. I still want every outfit Cher wore. Sidenote: I squealed last night when I caught the very end of Suburbia last night because Cher and Elton were reunited!
This movie. Forever.
Can we make miniskirts with knee-highs a thing again? Because I did not dress that way the first time around but I would SO dress that way now (even though certain fashion arbiters would say I am way too old for such things).
I did the short skirt thing back then but not the knee highs. I also did the braces and berets. And yes bring it back. My favourite outfits were the white Calvin Klein dress, the yellow tartan suit in the first picture, the red dress at the party with the red jacket and boa collar, the pink plaid pants and pink jumper when Tai apologised to her, and Dionne’s maroon dress.
When I watched this movie with Ruby she was scandalized at how short the dresses were. “My mom wouldn’t let me out of the house wearing that even if I was in COLLEGE,” she said. (This is the same girl who, at age 5 or something turned to me during the Rockettes Christmas Show and said, “Their outfits aren’t very feminist.”
probably my most unpopular opinion is that I just don’t care whether men learn to cry or whatever. like, at all. not even if I like them, really. I used to but I’ve burnt out completely. when I say this it really horrifies people. but I see the injunction to care about whether men learn to get in touch with their emotions as just another extension of some emotional caretaker girl role. I just can’t deal with the layers of irony in being expected to participate energetically and approvingly in conversations about how men are learning to open up about their emotions, rather than leave the work of drawing them out to the women in their life.
also I find the idea that men find it inherently hard to talk about feelings ridiculous. I have rarely been at the receiving end of a truly whiny and burdensome FEELINGS monologue that was not from a dude and my social sphere is like 80% female so that’s saying something. they seem to find it hard to talk about their feelings in a way that is honest and respectful and productive and not manipulative but that is not the same thing as finding it hard to “express emotions” per se, and I really do not need people telling them that expressing their feelings is an inherently feminist act.
obviously in some contexts men may have trouble expressing emotions/may feel ashamed of their emotions/may repress their emotions. & some of this is because of gender roles. but like. the idea that any of this is unique to men or that they even experience it especially strongly is flat-out laughable. and if you’re reading this being all like “wow, this is really passive-aggressive and bitter, chick needs to learn how to handle her rage” THEN CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE PROVEN MY POINT.
CATNIP MOUSE ON HIS LUGGAGE.
holla at first-wave feminists
petition for an intersectional first wave revival cause they were also racist as all shit
basically i just want to burn more shit more of time here
help me out guys
i need feminism because burning shit down.
I’ve been reading Wollenstonecraft and I feel this deeply.
Fear not! There is a counteragent: Go for a ride. Just a few weeks ago I, too, got tossed inside and needed the cleansing rush of physical ups and downs instead of mental ones. I headed out to Coney Island, hit the Cyclone, and immediately felt better.
If there is no roller coaster available, try skateboarding, surfing, or going to the batting cages. It doesn’t matter how good you are at any of these things—it’s actually better if you aren’t. Turn off any perfectionist tendencies or vertical thinking and get out of your head. I wish you all the best.