Have you ever thought about how ideology is so completely stupid. They’re just ways that some group of people are using to manipulate a larger population.

You can’t act that way because you’re this race. You can’t act that way because you’re this gender, and you definitely can’t act like that just because it’s not normal. 

I am so tired of involuntarily trying to adhere to these “rules.” Fuck normalcy, whatever that means, because I’m going to do whatever I want and screw you if it makes you uncomfortable because you’ve been conditioned to feel that way. 

Sometimes you reach a point where you’ve been running on empty for so long that suddenly the emptiness is astonishing, and it is in these moments of weakness that I think inspiration is underestimated or hard to come by. But when you find it, when you find someone or something that can talk some sense into your pity-seeking ass, when you can feel your eyes open and shed that heaviness, you remember how good it feels to feel full, full of passion because the world needs more people who give a shit— we should be nurturing people wo give two shits about aything bcause the lack of passion in the world is shocking.

Can I just talk about women and this expectation about being in the kitchen.

I didn’t know this was still an expectation. 

Today this guy was hitting on me while I was waiting for a bus (honestly, what do these guys expect me to do? Let them get in my pants at the bus stop because they noticed me?) and he asked me if I knew how to cook. I said no, and he proceeded to tell me that I should learn how to cook so that I could cook for him.

There are no words to express how angry I am, how angry I am that someone had the nerve to place me in their fantasy world where I cook for them. I will never be that girl. I will never be your girl. I will never be anyone’s “pretty lady.”

I am going to go get take out and if there’s a guy out there who wants to go get take out with me and do dumb shit then cool, let’s go, but don’t call me baby or it’s done.

Sometimes I don’t really know why I started blogging. I can’t remember why. And it has become such a big part of who I am and the way that I communicate. 

I don’t like Facebook because it is full of people pretending to care about each other. It’s a face of the person you want the world to know. I don’t like participating in such a thing. But I do because I like to be a part of things. It is inherent within my being to need to be a part of things and to be left out is not an option. But it is so hard to pretend to care. But I care so much if everybody else cares. I care if only two people care enough to like a status. Maybe that’s why I don’t post them anymore. Not unless it’s something of importance or of any significance to my life.

I like tumblr because for some reason that feeling isn’t there. The people who read this, I can’t believe they do. That some of you think I’m funny or interesting, because I’m not putting up a face. This is all real, this is all the naked me. My soul is here, you can see it, you can smash it, you can hate it, judge it, love it. Whatever. The point is that it’s there. I’ve created something that will be around arguably forever.

I feel pigeon-holed into this role I’ve created for myself unknowingly at certain times in my life and they are so deep I can’t get out of them, so it’s nice to be somewhere where I started one way and can continue to grow and change. Maybe not without judgement, but without caring so much about what is correct or expected.

I really believe in this blog and having the right to talk about what I want to talk about. People warn me about blogging about certain things, and I’m not stupid, but fuck me if I’m not allowed to blog about what I want to. If that jeopardizes some kind of career or whatever, maybe I’m being naive, but I believe in that, I believe in this right. 

Did I mention that the first thing we were asked to do in class was get into groups and judge each other?

Wait, you WANT me to judge these people?

You don’t have to ask me twice.

Today someone asked me if I believed that women had rights.

Women do have rights, a lot more than they used to. Feminism isn’t about bitching because women don’t have rights, or aren’t equal members of society (which in some ways they still aren’t really). 

Feminism to me is just another way of understanding that just because someone has rights, it doesn’t mean the problem is fixed and suddenly disappears. The Emancipation Proclamation didn’t end the problem of slavery. The Civil Rights Act hasn’t stopped discrimination. 

Racial and sexual hierarchies, these are all mindsets, traditions that were/are ingrained in people and it is our job as a progressive society to make sure that these traditions don’t continue because we have deemed them wrong. 

I’m just striving for a little bit of consistency, some truth and action. If anything is going to change we can’t just make a law, make a rule, we need to alter our thinking—not just with regard to women, but with regard to all minorities, sexual orientation, and everything else.

In 1999 the Italian High Court overturned a rape conviction because the victim was wearing tight jeans at the time of the assault. The justices stated that the victim must have helped her attacker remove her jeans, from which they inferred consent. People all around the world were outraged. Wearing jeans on this anniversary became an international symbol of protest against erroneous and destructive attitudes about sexual violence.

Wear jeans with a purpose on Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Register, donate dollars for denim, and find out more at denimdayinla.org.

I normally don’t reblog things like this— I mean, the whole “wear this to promote this cause.” But I am reblogging it because I’ve always felt really strongly about this issue, something that is overlooked as a simple “woman” problem when it is really one of society and image. Image seems to be the root of so many American problems and it continues to amaze me. 

I’ve noticed that…

there’s this typical skinny Asian look in Hawaii that I’ve only just begun to catch onto. I’ve always noticed it, but I never realized how many of them there were. Basically, they’re all skinny, always wearing a long, flowy cardigan, no matter how hot it is outside, with some sort of cami or tank top underneath, paired with skinny jeans (always skinny jeans), and some…not necessarily gladiators, although that’s something they could be wearing, but more like a light sandal. Oh. And the bag. They always have a large faux leather bag. Brown or black. Both are acceptable.

Shoot me. Why is everyone the same? OVER THIS ISLAND.

Lies. I’m only over it sometimes, but I’d miss it if I was gone.

oh, Identity.

Sometimes I think I’ve got you figured out, and then you quite literally fuck me over.

My hair is a big part of my identity. One of my favorite SNs is Hair_Temptress (that’s me on twitter btw). People have told me that it seems like I like being different—not that I try to be different, but that I try to embrace my differentness for the most part. This is a good thing.

However, today I straightened my hair. At first I didn’t know how to feel. Everyone kept telling me how pretty it was and how much they loved it, and I wish I could have said the same, but I could only feel that my identity was gone. That hot metal stick took it away with each stroke. For “acceptable” and “expected” beauty, as society dictates, the price was my identity. I felt like I had conformed. Everyone has always told me “You should straighten your hair!” my whole life. Now I had done it, and I feel like I gave in to society.

But the problem is that I like it. I finally decided that I like how it looks. Is that wrong? Is it wrong to try new things that go against your beliefs of embracing the natural? I feel like it’s fine. As hypocritical as that sounds, I feel like it’s fine as long as you embrace it as something new, as a different look, and not as a full-time style.

I miss my curls, but it’s kind of cool to have my hair so straight and so close to my head.

Picking a major

1. Do what makes you happy
2. Don’t pick one because “it’s easy”

I once talked to this girl, and I asked her what her major was, and she said: “Communications. Only because it’s easy.” Girl, this is your future. I don’t mean to sound all moral or whatever but this isn’t high school where you just skate by. This is preparing you for the world in a field where you want to work in. Get your act together, you partying whore.

Some people might argue that my #1 point is stupid. I don’t think so because I belive in the pursuit of happiness. I was originally majoring in journalism, and that was feeling a little lack luster for me. I decided to take a Women’s Studies course because it fulfilled an Ethics requirement I need to graduate, and it ended up being the most interesting course I’ve ever taken, and I needed to find a way to fit this into my future because these topics wake me up when I’m tired. No class has ever been able to wake me up. They normally put me to sleep. That’s some good shit.

Some of my friends think it’s stupid that I decided to pursue a double major in Women’s Studies and Journalism. I argue that I love it so much, so why shouldn’t I? They argue: “I love food, but you don’t see me pursuing a major in food science.” Well what’s wrong with majoring in food science? I love Journalism, but everyone was fine with me majoring in that because…why? Because there’s a more distinct job field is my guess.

I’m just saying that you should do what makes you happy, no matter what people say. And friends, be supportive. Why are you trying to stop your friends from doing what makes them happy?