Ouch!
Last weekend was exciting... my friend and I took a roadtrip to Big Sur to see a band, then drove to Grass Valley (a.k.a. the inspiration for the setting of Silent Hill) to see two bands. They were incredible. Marie Sioux was the final performer, and I could spend an entire blog babbling about how ------ she is, but as you can see I can't find the words to describe her, so I'm not going to put you or myself in that frustrating position. Let's just say, her voice is pure. Her essence is pure. That only loosely makes sense. Moving on. I consider this trip as "roughin' it" because we slept in the car in parking lots in the middle of nowhere. But it was great. Driving down the beautiful Coast Highway... is it possible to live on the 101? Not along the 101. On the 101. I'd settle for Ventura, however.
It was a liberating adventure, and gave me good perspective on places I haven't seen and would like to see more of. Big Sur, San Francisco... you know I'm talking about you. Well, I've actually been to San Fran, but I think I was 8 or something. All I remember is eating taffy and seeing Alcatraz. I also recall getting an ugly fleece jacket with "San Francisco" printed on the left tit, though at the time my tits were no more than a mere twinkling in my eye.
On a quasi-relevant note: the other day I was writing in Spanish in a Microsoft Word document, and I wanted to know how to make an inverted question mark. So I hopped onto Google and began typing in my search query. Thanks to the "auto complete" feature on the search engine, Google tends to raise more questions than it answers. As I typed "inverted" the first result Google offered was "inverted nipples." ¿¿Que??
Question. Well, quandary. Well, rhetorical observation. If you just got done having sex with someone, and you guys were complimenting each other, would you be offended if your partner said, "Good work, you get an A minus"? The knee-jerk reaction is 'yes', but why? An A minus is a good grade. It signifies a good mastery of knowledge. I could go to any school I wanted if my entire high school GPA was comprised of A minuses. Chances are if you get an A minus in something, you know what you're doing. So what if you don't get an A or an A plus in bed? It's not expected of you; you're not a porn star (I know that for a fact because 92% of my Facebook friends are not porn stars, and the other 8% can't read because they chose porn stardom over a GED. Interesting, I have an A minus in friends who aren't porn stars).
While I'm home I'll be taking another road trip, this time with my sister to tour some prospective colleges. Honestly, I'm just glad she wants to go to college. A couple years ago she said to me, "I don't know why I even bother with school. I'm just going to grow up to be a housewife." Okay, I wasn't even a full-blown feminist when I heard this, and I wanted to gouge my eyes out with a spatula. This statement would have been bad enough if Heather had said it bitterly or despairingly, but instead she said it hopefully as if it were some sort of aspiration. To this day I shudder to think of such words genuinely flowing from a girl's mouth.
And on a feminist rant: is Beyonce the most misguided feminist or what? She's all about the single ladies and being independent and whatnot, yet she constantly objectifies herself. "Video Phone" is a hot music video. And I mean HOT. But it's about Beyonce turning herself into an image on a screen so that some guy can oggle her. She's debases herself as some visual object. Object. Like objectification. And at certain points in the video she grinds on an extremely (and I'm betting intentionally) phallic-looking shotgun. It's just wrong. Not the sexual explicitness-- do what you will, that's fine by me-- but the subconscious implications are just upsetting. Why do we have to eroticize objectification? You can eroticize virtually anything--
And I mean ANYTHING--
Yet we eroticize the one thing that keeps the idea in our heads that women are interchangeable images. I'm not down.
...Hi, I'm Michelle Switzer. (<--Whittier College inside joke. But seriously, if you go to the Dub-C, take a class with her. She'll change yo LYFE)
END RANT
You know your life is pathetic when: you only talk about the status of the items you've bought and sold on eBay. Kids, don't become the people in my household.
...That includes me. I pride myself on my individuality. If you steal my internal thought process I will try to push you in front of a bus. Except you'll know I'll try to do that because we have the same brain, so we'll have to fist fight until someone points a gun at both of us and we have to convince that person which is the REAL J-Mil. Sound good? I'll see you at 8 then.
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