Pitter patter

HOW GREAT IS JACKET? This is what I wore to one of my closest friend’s temporary-goodbye-party. She’s going to an entirely different continent for two months, which means I’ll already be off to Switzerland by the time she gets back. And it left me surprisingly sad. I don’t even want to think about how I’ll feel when I’ll have left a dozen more dear friends. Nonetheless, for my first 25 days, I might be staying at a B&B in the countryside full of farm animals and KITTENS. I’m sure I’ll find solace in petting countless animals and possibly also yodelling love songs to them.

+ just because I only just now realised that my daily accessories make every outfit even more obnoxiously colour-filled. And also because I keep forgetting I’m not twelve any more. MY LITTLE PONY BEDSHEETS.

Life’s a gas

I recently started my summer job as a museum supervisor. Though it’s undeniably dull, I kind of love it because basically I’m getting paid to pace around beautiful objects, stare at people, read and sit. It’s strangely tiring though so I might forget to regularly post and comment. I am currently also pretty ill so basically I should have no energy left but I kind of want to take my time for a little rant anyway. It’s about Jezebel.com. And it’s about me being pissed off.

So, I used to be a huge Jezebel fan. When I first started reading it, it took a refreshing not-so-very-ranty approach to feminism. It was witty, insightful and intelligently written. But this past year I’ve noticed a huge downfall, and when I occasionally come back for reading rare well-written and awesome articles I mostly close my browser window after five minutes, being incredibly pissed off at the fake feminism they’re now mostly promoting. I think I feel the strongest hate for the Dress Code series and when I checked Jezebel this morning I could not believe the approach they took was even more offensive. There’s this article, in which they give advice for ‘petite ladies’… They start off summing up the usual shit you find in those dreadful ladymags. I then think, obviously they are going to dismiss this because ‘dressing for your figure’ is complete and utter bullshit and, in my humble opinion, also completely anti-feminist because why the fuck should I ever want to want to dress to conform to this really stupid, archaic but mostly insultingly generic “ideal” of a woman today? I’m going to quote this utterly perfect definatalie post and say:

“Restricting and policing women (and men, but women are certainly the overwhelming focus of body and fashion criticism in the western world) and their fashion choices under the guise of helping them look more palatable to other people is harmful and hurtful. That we are indoctrinated into feeling indebted to people for pointing out our “flaws” feeds into the cycle of shame, and the endless pursuit of some kind of really boring and generic idea of beauty.“

But you know what they did instead? THEY ADD MORE INSULTING TIPS.

I admit, this is a personal and fairly arbitrary reason to dismiss a blog, but this isn’t the only anti-feminist thing they’ve published recently. In that same day even they published an article that, although seemingly trying to avoid criticising a woman’s body and her choices revolving around food, they are VERY OBVIOUSLY DOING IT ANYWAY.

So I seriously ask, how is this still seen as a feminist blog? Jezebel went from being the feminist answer for insulting women’s magazines to the ladymags it so supposedly hates (aside from some occasionally post that are errr … is mostly republished). And I am just ranting about the smallest facet of a myriad of problems in Jezebel lately here.

Guilt for dreaming

A couple of days ago I saw two guys holding up a sign, and handing out pamphlets, that said something along the lines of ‘BAN THE PILL. It lessens women’s sexual arousal! Men are frustrated because of dry cunts!’. I guess it’s reassuring to know we still live in an obvious patriarchal society in which women are mostly being seen as designed purely for men’s pleasure. Just so you know, our bodies are public property for men to sneer, leer, grope at, even rape and we can’t do shit about it. Remember that, girls!

But whatever, my hair is fabulous! A hairdo which I have obviously thought of and worked at just to attract men and leer them into my bed. Because I am a sexual predator designed to drive men into a life of sin. Made out of a man’s rib by God, I am a creature of hell nonetheless. Sigh, such is a girl’s life! How good it is in all it’s pure evilness, toothed vaginas and all.