To the extent that I wear skirts. And cheap nylon slips. I’ve gone native. I wanted to know the exact dimension of hell.
Does this sound simple? Fuck you.
Are you for sale? Does ‘Fuck you’ sound simple enough?
This was the only part that turned me on.
How to write about a band without giving a fuck about said band
”Rock cliche about the short time a band has been together, follow with current musical hot bed/city they’re from, round out with second rock band cliche involving lots of adjectives/references to obscure bands. Insert name of local distro-only EP, add cliche about EP leaking, thus creating “buzz”; continue to confuse buzz and hype, drop name of blog that broke EP’s existence to the ‘mainstream.’ Finish with vague, bashfully iterated quote from soon-to-be-famous wankerific frontman.”
Are you scared for your life as a woman yet? Are you ready to give up all rights to your own body? If you’re not, you should be terrified into action. Every piece of legislation like this is one step closer to a society where 52% of us are controlled by men in suits.
We will no longer be autonomous if we don’t fight back. Don’t let yourself be fooled.
On brains, and the empathetic heart that carries them.
I understand that with the recent education life experience has brought to me, I have become too radical in thought for some around me. Especially those who I’ve been carrying friendships with for more than a decade. But all I can say to them is, I won’t apologize for my awakening.
Challenge everything you know to be true, at this very moment, and everything you learn from this point forward.