I just want to be a singer, God damn it! That is all. Why is that so hard? I can sing. I have a great voice. There is no reason for me not to do this. What is wrong with me? Why am I so clouded with negativity that I cannot accept for myself that this is what I was born to do? I guess I am scared: terribly, terribly scared. Isn't that lame? To have the ability to open one's mouth and make beautiful music come out at will and entertain myself for hours and be too scared to use it? How pointless is that?
I am a good singer. I have always loved to sing. I need to pursue this wholeheartedly. I can do it if I set my mind to it. I can be great. I do not necessarily have to be a struggling street peddler, but if I am, who cares? I have already stated before that I am not a "stuff" person, so the lack of money certainly wouldn't bother me so much as doing something I hated would.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Happiness in a Hand Basket
I don't fit in with this consumerist culture and I've had enough. God damn it! I think. I think critically. I feel. I feel deeply. I am not a "stuff" person. I don't like stuff. I've come to the realization that I don't need a bunch of material possessions to be happy, never did, and therefore am not afraid of being poor. Since I am not afraid of poverty, I am free to live. I get to do what makes me happy, whether that means singing, writing, whatever. I don't have to pigeon hole myself into a consumerist category. I don't need to be imprisoned by the system and I won't do it. I'm going to do what I love and say what I feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. (Like that bit of Dr. Seuss I slipped in there?)
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Feminine Hygiene Conspiracy
Can someone please tell me why, why, why, why, in this day in age do they still sell scented tampons? Or any scented feminine hygiene products at all? It has been said over and over again, by doctors everywhere, that putting any kind of fragrance in or around the vagina, vulva, labia, urethra, or even the asshole is not only unnecessary, but fucking harmful? Wow, I'm on my period, so I think in addition to my regular discomfort, I'll further disrupt my pH balance and cause a plethora of genital infections, so that I can feel fresh.
I mean, does anybody even like these things? I don't understand the point. I guess, if I stoop my thinking a little and remember there was a time when women were so afraid of their smell ruining their marriages that they douched with Lysol (that's right, Lysol! That shit you clean your bathroom with! In your vagina! Ain't that appealing! Kills 99.9% of uninfected vagina!), I can understand why some dipshits might use a scented maxi pad or pantyliner, both of which are equally unappealing. At least a maxi pad or pantyliner collects menstrual fluid from the outside and can, if left too long, begin to smell--not that adding synthetic flowers to the mix camouflages it any batter. But, one of the perks of tampons is that since they're internal, they don't have an odor. So, why would anyone need a flower scent to cover it up? Come on, people are pretty hygienic these days, sometimes unhealthily so. Americans are obsessed with daily showers. This is not eighteenth century France, when people never bathed. I think that if you think your vagina smells so bad during your normal menstrual period that it needs perfume, you need to either see a gynecologist to have that shit treated or a psychiatrist to figure out why you're so ashamed of your body.
So, because I've come to the conclusion that no conscious woman would ever buy these vaginal air fresheners willingly, the only way they still get sales is when someone accidentally buys them, like I just did, and doesn't notice until they use them and have opened the box. The manufacturers write "fresh scent" in teeny tiny letters on an otherwise normal-looking tampon box and count on the idiot consumer to overlook this detail and then be too embarrassed to return an already-opened box of tampons. Then, either the disgruntled woman must use them or purchase an additional box of normal, overpriced, and unscented tampons. That means these greedy corporate bastards get twice their monthly profits. Aha! It's a conspiracy! I know it!
I mean, does anybody even like these things? I don't understand the point. I guess, if I stoop my thinking a little and remember there was a time when women were so afraid of their smell ruining their marriages that they douched with Lysol (that's right, Lysol! That shit you clean your bathroom with! In your vagina! Ain't that appealing! Kills 99.9% of uninfected vagina!), I can understand why some dipshits might use a scented maxi pad or pantyliner, both of which are equally unappealing. At least a maxi pad or pantyliner collects menstrual fluid from the outside and can, if left too long, begin to smell--not that adding synthetic flowers to the mix camouflages it any batter. But, one of the perks of tampons is that since they're internal, they don't have an odor. So, why would anyone need a flower scent to cover it up? Come on, people are pretty hygienic these days, sometimes unhealthily so. Americans are obsessed with daily showers. This is not eighteenth century France, when people never bathed. I think that if you think your vagina smells so bad during your normal menstrual period that it needs perfume, you need to either see a gynecologist to have that shit treated or a psychiatrist to figure out why you're so ashamed of your body.
So, because I've come to the conclusion that no conscious woman would ever buy these vaginal air fresheners willingly, the only way they still get sales is when someone accidentally buys them, like I just did, and doesn't notice until they use them and have opened the box. The manufacturers write "fresh scent" in teeny tiny letters on an otherwise normal-looking tampon box and count on the idiot consumer to overlook this detail and then be too embarrassed to return an already-opened box of tampons. Then, either the disgruntled woman must use them or purchase an additional box of normal, overpriced, and unscented tampons. That means these greedy corporate bastards get twice their monthly profits. Aha! It's a conspiracy! I know it!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Back to The Old Ways
It's 1:18 a.m. On a school night. You bet your ass I should be in bed right now. But, I'm not. I'm sure if you're reading (which you totally aren't by the way), you're probably sick of hearing me yammering about my goddamn menstrual cycle already. Too bad. I'm yammering anyway. Get over it. It's not that I always complain about my period and what it entails, I just only work up enough rage to actually complain about things that annoy me when that time of the month hits. I'm PMSing again, which means nothing is going right with my life. I'm retaining more water than the Hoover Dam, I'm extremely horny, I alternate between anger/bitchiness and sadness/crying jags, I get at least one new pustule on my chin daily, and my sleeping schedule's all fucked up. I either can't go to sleep or can't stay asleep and that's with the addition of medication. I give up.
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