Remember that time someone was like, “The worst thing is when you’re hungry but you already got into bed,” and then someone reblogged that like, “No, the worst thing is when you cAN’T AFFORD FOOD!” and then someone reblogged that like, “NO, THE WORST THING IS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGRY BECAUSE YOU’RE HOMELESS AND YOU HAVE TO LIVE ON A COLD DARK STREET”
For Christmas I asked my mom for a vacuum, socks, a teakettle, and to pay for my nose piercing.
OH GOD I HAD TO GO BACK TO MY THERAPIST’S OFFICE TO DROP OFF A CHECK BECAUSE I FORGOT TO BRING IT YESTERDAY AND I RAN INTO HER ON THE SIDEWALK IT WAS LITERALLY THE WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME
I read like five male coming-of-age novels that had intense, long passages about masturbation. These books taught me a lot about what it must be like to be a young man, and gave me some terrible ideas about the kind of woman I didn’t want to be, in order to not be thought dull or needy by the intelligent, masturbating young men I liked, but they did not help me understand my life.
This is the perfect encapsulation of being female in a society where most influential art comes from the male perspective. Getting terrible ideas about the kind of woman you don’t want to be. Definitely going to check out this book when it’s released —Reading While Female: How to Deal With Misogynists and Male Masturbation (via thepierglass)
This is why people need to read more good erotica and erotic romance and less YA crap!
yes the problem is definitely that young women are reading “YA crap” gj
the ya i read is leagues away from “male coming of age novels,” which i avoid like the plague, they are so not the same, omg, how dare you even solaceames
omg like half of what I like about YA is that it’s the place where I’m least likely to feel suddenly kind of violated by gross nonsense, also because it’s easy to find stuff that’s not by dudes
I am also kind of grossed out by someone telling me I need to read more of any kind of erotica tbh
I think it’s the idea that the problem identified in that quote is there isn’t enough female masturbation in novels, and the only place you should go to find female masturbation is erotica. Like, there couldn’t possibly be a novel that allows a female character to masturbate. Certainly not a YA novel. (Like, you know, off the top of my head, when I try to think of novels where a female main character masturbates and it isn’t comedy, the only novel I can think of is Deenie. Tiger Eyes was originally going to, too. Judy Blume only cut it out of the draft because she didn’t want another one of her books to be banned.) The problem couldn’t possibly be that dudes coming-of-age is associated with so much jacking off, and obsessing over fantasy girls. No, reading about masturbation is totally what everyone is looking for in a coming-of-age story, and if you want to find female masturbation in a coming-of-age story, you need to read erotica, because that’s what female sexuality is. Even private female sexuality. Even private female sexuality when it is a young girl, when she is in the process of figuring out who she is and what she wants. It’s erotica.
Shout out to all my IRL friends who are just finding out how fucked-up I am
Like in therapy when we were talking about negative thoughts about yourself, she was like, “Well positive affirmations are—” and I made a face, and she was like, “I know it seems cheesy, but—” and I was like, no, you don’t understand, pretty much every time I stand in front of a mirror I think, “You look fuckin’ great,” pretty much any time I do anything I think, “Everyone who isn’t married to me is really unlucky,” I don’t really have a problem with telling myself how great I am
Tonight is making me seem really down on myself, I’m not, I’m arrogant as fuck
i am THIS WAY A LOT ALL THE TIME i feel this i am here for u
And then people go “You’re so polite!” and I’m like I’M TOTALLY THOUGHTLESS I’M A TERRIBLE HOUSEGUEST I JUST CAN’T RECONCILE MY EXISTENCE WITH THE EXISTENCE OF A SERVICE ECONOMY.
Ask me how many times I apologized to the cable guy for him having to fix my cable. Ask me how much the only thing getting me through every insurance-related phone call is the idea that I can be a bright spot in what is probably a pretty miserable day for the people on the other end of the line. Ask me if I always thank the bus driver.