“When I am assertive, I’m a bitch. When a man is assertive, he’s a boss. He bossed up. No negative connotation behind ‘bossed up,’ but lots of negative connotation behind being a bitch…When you’re a girl, you have to be dope at what you do but you have to be sweet and you have to be sexy and you have to be this and that. And you have to be nice. I can’t be all those things at once. I’m a human being.”—Nicki Minaj (via lobalita)
“I hope that in college you remembered to go in with the confidence you had as a senior [in high school]. I hope we’re graduating on time (2013). I hope doors are opening for you, and that you’re taking every opportunity to become what you want. Remember: don’t settle.”—
Advice from my high school senior self to my present self.
Girl, I’ll do you one better we’re graduating early, and it may have been rough the past few years but we’re doing pretty okay.
I'm going through a lot of old crap and I found a rejection letter from the National Honor Society at my high school.
I was a lot of things in high school, including the founder and editor of our online newspaper, yearbook editor, senior class president, blah blah blah, I was an outstanding member of that community. The only thing I never was a part of was the National Honor Society. My teacher, who was head of it, pressed me to apply once I got the letter inviting me to join, and I promptly got a rejection letter with her very signature on it.
I’m looking at it now and it’s crumpled and I remember getting it and crumpling it into a ball and throwing it against the wall. I guess somewhere in me was some sense of future humor because I had the good sense to un-crumple it and keep it.
When you remember things like that it really puts life in perspective. It’s not all about the honors you get in life, it’s all about what you do, what you make of your days that counts in the end.
An old copy of The Feminine Mystique. I think that would be the coolest thing ever. It’s times like these where I have the hope that maybe I’m not just a little consuming machine and I actually have desires that don’t involve being skinny and perfectly shaped.
A few minutes ago while I was getting ready for work I sneezed and snot got all over my hand.
In order to fix the problem I was going to throw on anything and go get a tissue but without the use of my left hand, I was useless.
I heard my dad taking a shower, because that’s his routine, and so I thought it would be okay to go out in my bra to wash my hand in the sink, which is right outside my room.
I finish washing my hand and everything is good so I turn around and down the hallway is my dad, who says surprised, “Rae! What are you doing!” to which I run into my room, slam the door, and say “Sorry! I got snot in my hand!” he tries to be helpful and ask me if I need tissues, but the deed was done.
Now he’s talking to me about how I don’t need to be embarrassed because he used to change my diaper.
and the site was down for maintenance. A sign? A coincidence? Call it what you will but this pay check is burning a hole in my wallet and I wish they would allow me to repay my debt instead of make more.