I cannot stand how blindly hedonistic the world has become.
Why does everything have to be about sex? Why does every movie, every commercial, every billboard, every joke, every internet post, every cartoon, why is everything about sex these days? Why can’t we care about something else? Why can’t we care about somebody’s heart and soul a little bit more than we care about their genitals? Why is it that everybody’s number one goal in life is rubbing privates with somebody else as often as humanly possible?
Ask yourself this: What if, right this very second, you got a phone call from the hospital saying that your mother has just been diagnosed with cancer. Would the person you’re having sex with matter? Would they be there to comfort you and console you and give you advice and carry you through this hard time? Or would they just dump you because, hey, no sex.
Let’s go beyond that though: What if you were diagnosed with cancer? What if you developed a brain cancer that, while it wasn’t fatal, eliminated your ability to be sexually aroused. You will never achieve orgasm ever again, no matter how hard you try. What will you do?
If your immediate thought was a whole-hearted “Kill myself”, then congratulations, you are further enforcing my theory that the human race cares about sex more than its own existence.
I’m not saying sex is always terrible, there is a time and place to enjoy it, just like everything else in life. But this is going beyond “too much of a good thing”, this is becoming an unhealthy obsession with some incredibly damaging side effects. Look up STD statistics these days and you’ll see what I mean
This isn’t “slut shaming” - in case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t singled out women once during all this. This opinion encompasses all genders and sexual orientations. This isn’t me being a “prude” either - believe me, I am a teenager. I know how it feels to be horny. I know that having an orgasm feels good. All I’m doing is letting the quest to achieve one take a backseat to more important things in my life - like my family, friends, hopes, dreams, and grades.
TL:DR, sex is a good thing, but there is a time and a place for it, and the world seems to have forgotten about that.
Oh, the irony of disaster preparedness!
But actually, don’t assault someone over words.
The Healing place is a fucking joke. Hell, all shelters in my opinion are a fucking joke.
Now, please read carefully. I was in a bad environment at home. I was being emotionally abused by my father for years, more so when my parents got a divorce. I tried to move into a friends house, but he found out and yelled and screamed and threatened to drop me off in the middle of saint louis. So, when I got the chance, I flew out to see my boyfriend and I had decided I was going to stay in that state. I wasn’t going back. I knew with him still living at home, his parents wouldn’t keep me there so I had plans on just staying at a shelter til I got back on my feet.
Every single shelter had a huge ass waiting list that went on for 6+ months. Every. Single. One. Called every possible shelter in the area and they all asked if I had a kid or was pregnant. I was so upset because, really, how many homeless women with kids/are pregnant are there??? I wouldn’t know but surely there were more kids who were homeless right? Well, I FINALLY found a shelter that allowed me to come in. It was all great at first, but then after a while, I started to realize it was hell.
The Healing Place in Raleigh North Carolina was God aweful, poorly run and barely helped anyone. It was sad, really. There were two sections; one for overnighters(people like me needing a place to stay) and people in “the program”(they had problems with drugs and alcohol abuse). Though, I do understand why they were more lenient towards the program people being it was mainly a place for druggies, I just didn’t like how it was ran.
1) Pass addicts who were in the program were the monitors. They always said “once an addict always an addict” so why the hell did they let these people run the place? Not to mention they all had a piss poor attitude and had a rude stick shoved so far up into their asses they couldn’t see straight.
2) People got kicked out for the stupidest reasons. Couldn’t make it to class(which I’ll explain later)? Cant get a bed. Took something to eat from the cafeteria and brought it to bed with you? Welp, you poor diabetic thing, you’re out on the streets again. Hell, there was a women there who was saying she didn’t like the food and she was “sent down the hill”!!
3) Even if you weren’t in the program and had no addictions AT ALL you HAD to go. This prevented the actual homeless people to go out and apply for jobs or even go to interviews! If you didn’t go to class and sign the paper before each one started(there was two) then you could not get on the van or get a bus ticket to go to the shelter.
4) Oooh the old women there… They had been there for years. YEARS. Still sitting on their asses thinking they were some goddess. They had their own beds and everything(you usually got a different bed all the time). It pissed me off when the monitors told us “young people” to all let the elderly and disabled sign the list first which is utter bullshit. Call me selfish, but why should I stay the night on a bench in the back of the women’s center when these elderly people can simply call up their son/daughter/relative and they can get money for a hotel(i’ve seen it happen quite a few times)
5) They did NOT search the program people’s bags. Noooo, they searched OUR bags. The ones without the problem. And to rub salt in the wounds, it was the program people’s job to check our stuff. We weren’t allowed to have any electronics and were locked up. I couldn’t understand why the program people didn’t have their bags checked. Like, really, there was even an incident where someone found a broken crack pipe in the shower and the fingers were pointed to the overnighters. After the monitors mentioned the broken crack pipe, NOTHING was done. They were like “lolwell since no one did it i guess it’s fiiiiiine”.
6) You weren’t allowed to keep your stuff in the shelter but the program people could. Many of us had large bags and suitcases but we had to drag it onto the bus and somehow stuff it into a van and had to take it EVERYWHERE unless you went to the women center(where we had our classes) and sign up for storage.
7) They served expired food. I mean, I know it was all donated and I greatly appreciated it, but c’mon if you’re serving us stuff that can get us sick, that’s not right. But of course, you couldn’t breathe a word about it, even if it was expired or spoiled or else they’d send you “down the hill”.
Of course there were other nit picky stuff that was a living hell too. Like, all the snoring, getting up at 5 am(mandatory) and only allowed to come back in at 3 or 4pm(can’t remember which) and the fact that someone stole my class ring but of course, living in a shelter there had to be rules, but I think the Healing Place is a sick and twisted shelter that needs to get their shit together. But not just them, I heard of other shelters that had bed bugs and were worse so I guess I should be thankful? Well, I am thankful now that I’m living with my aunt and I have a job and such.
WAY Tdrl; The Healing Place is NOT a good shelter in the slightest and I think all other shelters are no better.
A Practicing Feminist’s Opinions on Equality: (Why is this unpopular? Because even though there are actual feminist organizations trying to do some good, most ‘feminists’ on the internet don’t seem to get the idea.)
-If you’re on a date, whoever decided the place pays. Restaurant, amusement park, movie, it doesn’t matter. -It is in no way emasculating to get asked out by a girl. And it’s pretty fun for us girls to take you on dates. We like it. So come along and have fun with us. You can pick the date next time.
-See a woman getting on a bus? Is she pregnant? Disabled? Sick? No? Then sit your butt back down and stop motioning for her to take your seat. She doesn’t need it. -Don’t tell your boyfriend/husband to ‘fulfill his purpose’ and fix your car. Learn how to fix your own car. He’s not a servant.
-Don’t tell your girlfriend/wife to make you a sandwich. Ever. Anyone with two hands and a brain can make a sandwich. If you fit those requirements, make your own damn sandwich. And don’t comment ‘get back to the kitchen’ on photos or memes of girls online. It doesn’t make you cool. It makes me cringe of second-hand embarrassment. I am legitimately embarrassed that you haven’t managed to drag your butt out of the nineteenth century. Don’t do this to me.
-Maternity leave = Paternity leave. Give the dads some time off to spend with their toddlers, companies, please. I think that if more people paid attention to paternity leave, many fathers wouldn’t feel so alienated from their families.
-If a girl says she doesn’t want kids, leave her alone. Not all women have the urge to bring up kids. I don’t. I like kids, and I’m pretty good with them. I know how to change diapers, babysit, and I’ve trained in basic child psychology in order to get that babysitting license in my country (where babysitters get paid a ridiculous amount of money that we can literally pay our university tuition with). All of this experience in total has convinced me that having a kid is not for me. So if a girl says she never wants kids even after she’s married and you knew this before marrying her, hold onto your condoms.
-All guys should learn the basics of cooking. This will prevent ‘bachelor’s syndrome’ and you won’t need to leech off a girlfriend. In fact, everyone should learn how to cook enough for themselves. Maybe then we would have this ‘kitchen’ stigma.
-(This one is a personal opinion) Rape is a horrible, horrible thing. It can happen to men and women alike. But you know what’s worse? Being murdered. Some of my friends have confessed that they would rather be killed than raped, and I understand the sentiment, but no. Your life is more important than your virginity.
-This is for all future couples, and the to-be-wives in particular: please just register your marriage and have a small party if you wish, instead of trying to adhere to a whole bunch of archaic (and not-so-subtly sexist) traditions. I’m Indian (as in, from India, not native american), and I’ve heard a lot about various marriage traditions around the world. There is in particular a middle-eastern tradition where the bride’s hand is gently guided by her bridesmaids to throw fruit at the groom (to show that ‘the worst thing we’ll ever hurt each other with will still be sweet). As in, she’s expected to be so delicate that she can’t throw her own damn fruit.
And after the wedding the groom has to go ‘persuade’ the bridesmaids to hand over the bride, usually using money.
…what the hell is this? Can we all please stop? Isn’t this embarrassing? Not only can’t this poor girl act tough enough to throw fruit at her husband, but she must be demure and ‘bought’ by him because she’s too shy to go to him on her own. Why, people, why? I get that these are leftover traditions from the time when women were actually expected to be demure like this, but haven’t we gotten over it by now?
Anyway, that was my collection of opinions. I’m not involved in feminist organizations but many of the people I look up to are feminists (like Ayaan Hirsi Ali. I don’t agree with everything she says, but I think she’s a good role model), and I like to think I encourage people to live equality instead of just talking about it.
So exactly how unpopular is this? I’m new to tumblr, but all this ‘tumblr feminism’ stuff is not appealing to me. I understand that to reverse a paradigm, sometimes the opposite stance must be taken, but there’s been enough male-shaming and weird female-shaming going around already.
The cute is the real solution to these situations.
(art blog: thegirlwholikespineapples.tumblr.com)
Looks like Dedede won at Megaton Punch.