Oh shit I'm sorry

Forgot to update Monday.
No real reason.
Just forgot.
My excuse is I taught orchestra class Monday.
No one was more surprised about this than me.
I knew half the kids so there was this weird pause when they saw me and there was a lot of "wait what are you doing here?" to which I could honestly say "I DON'T KNOW PLEASE HELP ME" anyway we learned Bach.
I conducted.
That's a thing I do now.
I didn't know I spoke French or could conduct an orchestra until recently.

A lot of dudes really flip out in response to the term “creep.” It’s so UNFAIR to call them creeps!

A low of women flip out in response to the term "cunt".

The word “creep” is ableist because there are dudes on the autism spectrum who have difficulty socializing and reading social cues and they can’t help being creepy! 

Ff you call someone creepy just because they have autism and they're making the effort to socialize you are being a cunt.
He has a reason for why he's acting like he's acting.
You, however, don't.

The take-away seems to be that women just need to tolerate creepy dudes because feeling like your personal safety is being consistently threatened (and running the risk of being told “Well why didn’t you DO something about that creep sooner?” if your personal safety is actually violated) is a small price to pay in the service of not making one dude feel kinda sad. 

I use similar thinking when dealing with cunts.
And somehow I'm an asshole.
I sense women want it both ways.
As is usually the case.

Which is why I really appreciate when dudes who maybe do have problems reading social cues are told they’re being creepy and instead of getting mad at the person telling them that fact, they take steps to change their behavior. 

Then again I've never had the problem of being creepy.
I dunno.

As someone who was raped after a party, I often find myself falling for rape-apologist language.  

One problem I'm running into with this blog already is how short her entries are (not the problem) and how much of her already short entry is taken up by a link.
Imagine if half this entry were a link to the blog.

The guy that raped me would be most likely be horrified if I had accused him of rape. The guy that raped me is a good person. In fact, the guy that raped me was someone I found sexually attractive and had been flirting with for several weeks. I remember accepting his invitation for a ride home from a party. I don’t know what I was thinking. I do know that as a chronic drinker it is nearly impossible for others to tell when I’ve had too much. So, doesn’t my drinking to excess, and accepting a ride home from this guy make me at least a little culpable?

...
Yes.
You are culpable.
Being drunk doesn't excuse your bad judgment.
If you'd killed someone in a car accident while drunk your intoxication wouldn't be a shield from your actions.
If you told him no (even while drunk) and he still fucked you then it's rape.
Otherwise you're just a bitch who had one too many.

If I’d driven home in that state and killed someone in a car accident I couldn’t use the excuse that I was too drunk to make the right decision about getting behind the wheel to not be charged with vehicular manslaughter. I’d have made the decision to drink and drive. Period. Impaired judgment would never enter the conversation.
It’s taken me a long, long time to realize that the drinking-and-driving scenario is not analogous to drinking-and-getting raped. To this day I have a hard time not accepting responsibility for my actions that night. 

Regretting it in the morning doesn't make it rape.

But I am not responsible. I did not make the decision to go out and get raped.
I am sure the guy that raped me didn’t make the decision to go out and rape either, and that’s when I get sucked right back into the apologists rhetoric.

I'm not apologizing for anyone.
Jesus Christ all mighty how is the car analogy not analogous?
You are responsible for you.
I'm sorry white women only want responsibility when shit is working out for them but when they make a boo-boo suddenly everything is everyone's fault but theirs but welcome to equal rights.

Because alcohol (or any other drug) does make consent difficult. And it is putting a lot of responsibility on one party to make them decide whether or not their sexual partner is capable of consent. Especially when that party may be impaired themselves.

So you entered a situation in which you knew someone might want to fuck you and you decided (while fully sober and therefore culpable) to get drunk and now he's raped you because you had sex while drunk because "consent is too difficult while drunk."
What say right now I go to the hood with 20 dollars hanging out of my pants.
Is it my fault I get mugged?
Not technically but one might wonder what the fuck I was doing down that way flashing money.
I wish it weren't that way for women because they do have to be overly cautious. They have to think about shit a man would never have to think about.
But ultimately that's exactly why they should be more cautious than this.
I wish it were another way but it isn't.

I didn’t listen to my father, I didn’t listen to most of what I learned in sex ed. But, I try not to walk alone at night. I moderate my drinking when I go out to unfamiliar places. I use the buddy system at parties. I make friends with my bartenders and bouncers. I never leave my drink unattended. I never let someone buy me (or bring me) a drink. I have listened to the lessons of rape culture.
And I am sick of it. I am sick of being the one responsible for not getting raped. I am sick of “responsible” and “rape” being used in the same sentence.

Just like every single day it's my responsibility to not get shot in a hood school.
You take responsibility for your actions. That's what it means to be an adult.
 If women still had diminished rights you could claim some sort of need for a man to uphold your honor but women gave that up collectively in the West so welcome to the real world.
I just did a quick check of the statistics.
A woman has around a .3% chance of being raped in the US.
I'm going to grant rape often goes unreported.
I'm going to inflate the number.
I'm going to say 50% of rapes
that's 1 in 2
goes entirely unspoken.
You have less than one percent chance of getting raped.
Compare that to, say, Liberia, where your odds are 80% and "I have to take responsibility for myself" is easily starting to rank up there with "a guy was kinda creepy today ;_;" in terms of rich white women whining.
This isn't a woman thing, either. Frankly I hear a lot of people whining and no one is really giving me a good reason to care about your problems.
I have problems that rank up there with this bullshit but do you hear me bitching about them?

The NRA held a press conference today detailing their plans to prevent more mass shootings in the United States. Mass shootings now happen with some regularity, and your standard run-of-the-mill shootings where only one or two or three people are hit happen daily. As of posting this, 97 people have been killed since the Newtown killings (I’m sure that stat will be out of date in minutes, so check out this live tally). The NRA’s response? Put armed security guards in schools, and create a national database of mentally ill people (what this database will be used for is unclear). A few thoughts:

Super soldier program.
The only way forward.

There actually were armed security guards at Columbine high school when that mass shooting went down. Two of them. As it turns out, two dudes with handguns are no match for a dude who is wearing bulletproof clothing and wielding multiple weapons that spray a rapid fire of bullets. 

10% shots.

Schools are not the only problem. Mass shootings occur in movie theaters, shopping malls, and basically everywhere large groups of people congregate. Are we just going to arm everyone everywhere? (NRA: “Yes.”).

I'd be okay with that solution.
I'm a fan of extreme solutions.

The NRA is unclear if they want armed guards or armed police officers in schools, but if we’re talking cops, then we’re also talking several billion dollars in taxpayer money to cover this plan. 

Oh, well.
Don't want to spend money to ensure the safety of the next generation.
So what I'm getting from you so far is you're okay if a girl gets killed in school but not okay if she gets raped.
Personally I don't want either.

Police officers are in many schools in the country, and not with good results. The psychological impact of turning a learning environment into a place where police roam the halls is pronounced; it doesn’t make students feel safer, it makes them scared. And it means that students are regularly arrested. In New York, the NYPD are in many schools, and they arrest an average of 11 students every day. A full 95 percent of the arrested students are black and Latino, and their arrests take them out of school and put them in the juvenile “justice” system. Kids are hurt, not helped, by increasing policing in schools. 

If you're arrested and put in jail I assume (perhaps erroneously) that you did something to land you there.
Maybe criminals shouldn't be mixing with students.

Y’all know that cops kill people pretty regularly, right? 

...
Not putting cops in schools wouldn't prevent cops from being murdered.
Unless this is some sort of bizarre I, Robot argument where not hiring cops prevents cops from getting shot because there are less cops to get killed.

The NRA plan puts loaded weapons in schools. What could go wrong with hundreds of curious kids (and many rebellious and anti-authoritarian adolescents) in an enclosed space with a few loaded weapons nearby?

The average kid I run into on a daily basis at a school is basically more a threat to himself than anyone else.
Maybe arming them would make them not so fucking awkward.
Also most kids aren't that anti-authoritarian.
They're mostly anti-people up in their tits and in that regard we're the same.

Other people have suggested that we arm teachers. A week ago, the right was painting teachers as union thugs; now we want to give them guns on the taxpayer dime. I happen to like teachers quite a bit, but teachers are human beings and frankly some of them are violent and shitty or simply irresponsible, and I don’t particularly want all of them walking around school grounds with a gun on their hip.  

But you want them around your children for 8 hours a day teaching them things.
Makes sense to me~

What are the chances that no teacher ever leaves their gun unattended, or that no student manages to steal the gun, or that the gun never goes off by accident, or that no teacher mistakenly perceives a threat that isn’t there? 

Guns don't go off by accident.
That is such a statistical outlier that I can say it doesn't happen.
Most teachers are deeply paranoid about their personal effects.
I know personally I don't leave my lunch unattended.
My lunch.
I worry about my lunch getting stolen.
I'm 25.
If I had something capable of killing someone you can bet it would be on my person at all times.
Also when I hand someone a paper there's like a 50% chance they'll miss the paper entirely.
We're talking about people under 22. They barely count as humans.
They don't have motor skills yet. The next kid that can disarm if I have a gun on him will be the first.
And a teacher perceive a threat that isn't there?
You're talking about people who regularly talk down kids who are twice their size and have no impulse control.
I think if you want a group of armed people you could do a hell of a lot worse.
Also a fair number of teachers are ex-military.
I mean Jesus Christ I can't emphasize this enough: you trust these people with your children for 8 hours a day.

Ban video games, too. Not that it affects women seeing as, you know, we apparently don’t play games.

That was a comment.
I can't decide if she's serious about banning video games or not.
I think it was just her excuse to be a bitch about women's rights.
I said it before but way to take 29 first graders getting axed and making it about you, you self-absorbed twat.
This is why I have 0 sympathy for women like this. They talk about women's rights like it's some grave injustice but how many of those first graders were girls?
They don't give a shit about them. They just care about themselves.
Which is fine but be honest about it. Jesus Christ.

Yesterday, I did a HuffPost Live segment on paying and dating — specifically, if you’re on a mixed-gender date, who should pick up the check? Back in the day paying was a dude’s responsibility, but now it’s less clear. 

It isn't.
You go Dutch.
Welcome to personal responsibility.

Fiona Apple has postponed her South America tour to be with her ailing pitbull Janet. She writes a heart-wrenching, wonderful letter which will feel familiar to anyone who has ever loved and lost a pet or even a person. If you feel like reading something sad and beautiful, is here.

Can't say I care about Fiona Apple.
I feel bad for the dog.
Mostly because Fiona Apple owns it.
Every Sunday you can self-promote.
Wonder if I should.
Oh shit I clicked on a link and it won't let me go back now.
I could go back to where I was but no I'm good.
BYE THEN.

Kinda missed this

Oh God Livejournal is so shit.
The blogs I've been doing lately are bad but they're lacking that certain LJ brand of bullshit.

Life of Pi. Finally.

I had read the book three years ago, yet remembered most of the details. 

I'm very, very glad that they didn't fill so much of the long spaces with needless dialogue, because it's being told by an older Pi (to...Yann Martel? I dunno, I missed the first fifteen minutes). It was incredibly faithful to the book.
Ahhhh.
This is what I was missing.
This cunt acting like everything in her life is so important.
The others had that too but at least they were ostensibly talking about politics which we've been indoctrinated to accept as important.
This is all that same weight just added to some bullshit movie no one cares about.

Friday was a long day.

After a school day of being singled out by sitting in the front and copying from Confetti's messy paper, Melody kneeled on the family couch,trying hard not to strain at her surrounds lest she hurt her eyes. She heard Treble alternate between tapping on a drum and banging on a piano.
So I spent like

I dunno
10 or so minutes sort of reading this and trying to figure out what it was.
Then I figured it out.
It's My Little Pony fanfiction.
OH YEAH.

What is your favorite word, and why?

Latin.
Gravitas.
No just kidding.
That was Keifer Sutherland's answer.
What a pretentious twat.
Don't know what it means?
Exactly what his acting has a comical amount of.

 I've always liked academy, moniker, dramaturgy (it's a word. Really.), discord, and confirm.


No pun intended.

... No pun intended.
That's good because you didn't make one.
What’s the coolest way you’ve celebrated your birthday?
Writer's block.
Man.
It's almost nostalgic.

By going to Wal-Mart until 12 am, New Year's Day.

What the fuck
That's a birthday present?
Not only is it a birthday present
it's the best birthday ever?
Fucking
really?

Which book would you want to see turned into a videogame?

Dynasty Warriors: Iliad.
Fund it, Toei. 

Ender's Game. Not all of these eternal sequels - though maybe it'd be easier to follow the story...but the first one would be extraordinary as a video game.

Ender's Game is already about a video game though--
and the game described is basically an RTS so no.
Fuck you.
Of course the game turns out to be real life SPOILERS HA HA HA FUCK YOU.

What is your favorite foreign film? Do you think there should be an American remake?

We've been over this like a million times.
Yojimbo and there were two American remakes. One starred Clint Eastwood and the other starred Bruce Willis.
That's how legit this movie is.

Uh, it was French...I think it was called Priceless. Had a lady in it who was also in a movie where she was obsessed with a doctor. Priceless was a bit of a cougarhunt movie. Very pretty. Americans probably couldn't handle it - you know how we're like with sexuality.  

Considering there's a TV show on TV right now called Cougartown that's about older women scoring young dick I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
Not only is there a movie based on this in America there's a TV show.
Weekly you can watch the exploits of old sluts getting nailed.

The reason many people don't seem to like Christianity is because they don't want to be told what to do.

I understand that. I certainly don't. And the fact that I seem to have already "given up my life" infuriates me to no end - but who says?

I personally like the religious belief I held - I talk to God on my own terms, not by going to church and listing to someone tell me that I'm a bad person.

Guess who made me this way? Uh huh. 

oh shit QED church leaders fuck you.
I guess by that logic God made me a nonbeliever so whatever fuck it.

What inspires you in life? What makes you want to reach for the stars and do something truly extraordinary?

I guess it's like Marcus Aurelius says: "there is no greater sin than inaction."

Not the fear of dying, per se, but the fear of being forgotten. I will write and have a book published, and it will be a sleeper hit, and therefor no one will forget me.

"I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others."
-- Marcus Aurelius

How many folk use the phrase "Oh My God"?

When?

Because some of the more uptight folk think we're going to hell because "We won't be held un guilty" Or something like that.

I didn't cut any of this.
This is the complete context so far.
What the fuck are these words?
They're arranged in some kind of order but no order that makes sense to me.

1.) Thought we were already off the hook for the rest of our lives by just accepting Christ.

2.) Look at this sentence; "Go clean your room." What is the subject there? It's actually 'You', even if it's not there, because it's a command, and it's implied that YOU are the one being talked to.

Bible also says some who are saved will only be spared from the hellfire as their eternal reward.
Repenting (that is, turning away from your sins) is a big part of being a Christian.
As I understand it.
Personally I find the Pagan philosophy of living and dying honorably more intuitive but what do I know

It's Earth Day tomorrow!
And it's ALWAYS during the Kid's Choice Awards >.> 

Okay, enviromentalists...

What, are you 12?
Who gives a shit about any of these things?
Anyway fuck the internet and everyone who reads this garbage.

WOMEN AND POLITICS

One thing I've learned: everything in the entire world is political.
Your kid is 8 years old?
FUCK EVERYTHING ABOUT THE WORLD I'M BRINGING THE SPAWN I CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO PAY ATTENTION TO IN.
Something go your way?
BETTER WHINGE ABOUT IT BECAUSE SOMEONE SURE AS FUCK DIDN'T HAVE THAT GO THEIR WAY.
Anyway today's blog is the one I found on the big list o' women with political blogs even though approximately 0% of the content is related to politics.
She sort of reminds me of the Meanest Mom but not quite as douchey and therefore way more forgettable.

I was 19 when he died … 28 years ago today. I’ve known my father-in-law for 22 years now … longer than I knew my own father. Well, that’s not quite right. I still know my dad. But I only had him here in person for 19 years. Ah, well. This is what happens with the passage of time.

Yeah--
Yeah.

A year ago, my telephone rang at 3 in the morning. It was hospice. We might want to get there now before Mom died, they said in less clear words, which made it harder to snap out of my sleepy haze. I was the only family member they could get on the telephone. I started calling the rest of the family. Hospice called again at 3:30. Mom was gone.

What a shame.
She was a good man--
what a rotten way to die.
It was Friday. I had to tell the kids at breakfast that they weren’t going to school. And why. The grieving began.
We each dealt with our loss in our own way.

Except for the initial shock and the funeral, two of my children said very little. I broached the subject once in a while, but they made it clear they really didn’t want to talk about it. I hadn’t said anything for a while.

This is terrible.

One morning, we were in the car on the way to school with the radio playing, and I was singing … “Hey, soul sister … ain’t that mister mister …” when I heard this tiny voice from the back of the car. I turned down the music and asked, “What was that?”

I wish there was something more I could say.
Actually are you listening to Train?
You deserve to be bludgeoned.

“Do Christians die?”
Ah. I’d been waiting for this. But it still took me by surprise.
Then the questions just tumbled out, one after the other.
Will you die? Will Pappa die? Do we all die?

Everyone you know will die
Everyone you will ever meet will die
Everyone you know will be dead a very long time
and then the sun will explode, killing everyone and destroying everything you've ever known.
Have fun at school today~

Dear Santa,

Please explain to my first-grader that your elves don’t have the parts to make iPads. Or … something. (*cough* $499 *cough*)

Santa got a little wasted this year and got you a Galaxy 3S instead.
Same shit just way cheaper.
Dunno how it happened, kid.
Enjoy that higher resolution though.

My son, who wrote a letter to the king 5 1/2 years ago, 

Elvis?

I finished reading States of Mind: A Search for Faith, Hope, Inspiration, Harmony, Unity, Friendship, Love, Pride, Wisdom, Honor, Comfort, Joy, Bliss, Freedom, Justice, Glory, Triumph, and Truth or Consequences in America

Christ all mighty that's some title.
MY SEARCH FOR EVERY EMOTION OR ABSTRACT CONCEPT I CAN THINK OF IN AMERICA.

It made me look at my own life and wonder what I’ve done, where I’ve been and where I’m going. It made me think of regrets, and it brought out a little envy.

I mean, the man wrote this book in his 20s. Did I do that? No. (I started research for one in my early 30s, but I obviously didn’t write that book.) He seemed to have such a clear path for his life. Did I? Never. He admitted that he suffered angst from basically a perfect life. Have I? Oh, I wish.

>Author says the book came naturally to him with no effort
AND MORE LIES AUTHORS TELL.
There's an entire mythology behind being an author that is true regardless of nation or language and has remained unchanged basically since the invention of writing because non-writers buy into it without question.
How many times have you heard this one:
there was a spark of (divine) inspiration and the entire book came out in one weekend!
I never actually prepared to write-- I just went to bed and woke up and the words were in my head just waiting!
I feel (divine) inspiration whispering to me all the time!
Liars, all of you.
I really give a shit about all the pictures of your kids.

I haven’t done one of these things in a while. Well, a list of things I like about me? I’ve never done that. Have you?

No can't say I'm enough of a twat to write down what I like about myself.
Well, there's one: I'm not enough of a twat to write down what I like about myself.
But now I've done it, so am I that much of a twat?

1. I’m a good (self-taught) cook. I like that others enjoy my food.
2. I’m a loving mother. I’m not perfect, but I know my kids, and I listen to them. I love them for who they are.
3. I’m a voracious reader, and I’ve passed that on to my children.

I mean I guess you seem involved with your kids.
Your blog is certainly about them a lot.
This list goes on but no that ain't happening.
WOW-EE AN EYE FOR COLOR THAT IS SOMETHING WORTH WRITING DOWN!
Oh I thought of a skill I'm actually proud of: in video games, if a weapon is ranged and drops off I can hit someone I can't even see yet with it.
I've skipped like 20 pages of this bullshit now.
This blog is seriously fucking boring.
Jesus Christ.
OH MY GOD I DON'T CARE ABOUT FUCKING NORWAY.
STOP POSTING ABOUT IT.
No fuck this I'm out.
Fuck blogs.
Fuck the internet.