Yesterday morning, TIME Magazine’s Katy Steinmetz released a list of fifteen words from which we can chose one that most deserves to be “banned” in 2015. The poll, which includes items such as kale and #sorrynotsorry, is intended as a bit of fun, but there is one point where I want to get off the ride:
“feminist: You have nothing against feminism itself, but when did it become a thing that every celebrity had to state their position on whether this word applies to them, like some politician declaring a party? Let’s stick to the issues and quit throwing this label around like ticker tape at a Susan B. Anthony parade.”
I fail to see how one can have a problem with hearing the word feminist – and any discussion of it, including discussions participated in by celebrities — but not have a problem with feminism itself. Keep reading »
Judging by the amount of venom I’ve seen being spewed at RZ in the past 24 hours, you would think that her face was the cause of death for 1,000 children. I think I also heard about 1,000 iterations of “SHE RUINED HER FAAAAAAACE.” And this is without even paying attention to much besides social media, where the subject of Renee’s face is literally a trending topic (note, address my social media addiction). Not that it matters, but I like her face a lot before and after. I honestly think her face is just fine, but it is quite clear that the entire world is extremely angry about a small adjustment to a couple of eyelids. Keep reading »
This piece does not target all men. It is geared towards the demographic of Peter Pans among the male population who, regardless of age just refuse to grow up. They are the dudes who believe they are working towards a gig that will be extremely lucrative in the long run, but in the interim they are 30+ year-old living on sofas, in a basement, unemployed and broke playing video games day in and day out or producing something mediocre that more than likely will never take off.
They are the men who aspire to be “music producers,” “paid gamers,” “actors”, “rappers,” who have yet to make it in the business, but believe they are right on the brink of a huge break through. And who knows, one out of every couple million of these dudes, perhaps, will do something great. But many simply will not and they do not have a back-up plan to fall back on in the case of failure because they just know that they are going to be successful. Keep reading »
I ask very little of the New York subway system. I want trains to come when they’re supposed to, I want them to not break down while I’m riding them, and I want to feel safe traveling from Point A to Point B. Sometimes we’re shoved up against some sweaty man’s wet armpit because we have no choice but to pack into the 6 train like sardines in a can, and other times we must endure the drunken mumblings and rants of fellow riders— this is all to be expected. Some disgusting humans even pick their noses and clip their nails on the train, which is almost forgivable knowing that those individuals will never be loved. But if there’s one thing I DESPISE, it’s stinking up the train with your food. Please, for the love of God, stop. Keep reading »
A bunch of obviously misogynistic “pranks” have been circling my Facebook newsfeed for a few days now and it is just pissing me off. In one particular video, that really can’t be labelled as a prank because there is absolutely nothing funny about it, a young man walks up to a random woman, asks a few questions and then shoves his tongue down her throat. Keep reading »
One of the more ridiculous conversations I’ve had in my life — and I’ve had many — was about smoking pot. One of my friends at work told me he’d been smoking and driving and got pulled over for a broken tail light and got paranoid, and I guess I was supposed to laugh, but it sounded really concerning to me. I told him I was completely sober and to that point had not smoked pot. He told me — this is the really ridiculous part — that I needed to smoke pot, because it’s just an irreplaceable life experience.
I have now smoked pot. It was not an irreplaceable life experience. It was as boring for me as being sober around people who are smoking pot, which is to say very, very, very boring. Keep reading »