Validation...
Just when you're feeling lower than low, one friend says you've made sense,
and your bestest twin calls from Scotland to tell you that
you're awesome and fuck anyone else who doesn't think so.
Posted at 15:27 # G
Oh, and I almost forgot...
Fuck the Pledge of Allegiance. I got teased hard in school for refusing
to say it becaue it said "under god". It may be an American non-Christian's
right to not have to say the pledge, but that doesn't mean your right is
going to be accepted by the masses. So fuck the masses, fuck the Pledge,
and fuck everyone who tells me the Pledge is harmless.
Posted at 13:37 # G
Politically Incorrect Anonymous
My name is Lysa, and I'm no longer a vegetarian.
Actually, my political incorrectness runs a great deal deeper than that. I may
lose some friends over this, but what the fuck, I'm tired of hiding.
I think that gays deserve no greater amount of rights than I do. They have
the right to fuck whoever they want, but I don't want to know about it,
and I don't think they should have any more legal rights than I do because
I'm hetero. Hey, I want to have a Hetero Pride Parade down Main Street! Oh,
and while I support a man's right to be with another man if that makes him happy,
damn, I still think it's gross when I have to see two men kiss.
I think blacks need to get over themselves already. They've won their rights.
Now, they need to live up to Dr. King's teachings, and live alongside the
rest of us, not in constant conflict. They just make themselves look stupid,
and they do too many things which perpetuate negative stereotypes of themselves.
Guess what assholes? Wearing pants slung so low that we have to look at your
ass, it isn't hip, it just makes you look like a dumbass in oversized pants.
I think it's unfair that there's a Black History Month, but no White History Month,
Mexican History Month, Russian History Month, Jewish History Month, or Plain Women Who
Love To Dress Like Eleanor Roosevelt Month. Just because I'm white, and proud of my heritage,
that makes me a Neo-Nazi-Card-Carrying member of the KKK? Hey, some of my ancestors know more
about being oppressed than any black person. Try asking a Scot what it's like to
have your country denied the right to exist for several hundred years. Ask them about
their ancestors being executed for dressing Scottish.
I think that, while it's wonderful that Halle Berry won an Oscar, being a fantastic,
beautiful and talented actress, it's really unfair to make such a big deal out of her
being the first black woman to win Best Actress. While it may be true, the fact is that
she's not the only black actress to win an Oscar. She's not even the first black actress
to be nominated for Best. Let's not negate Oscars won by black actresses who
went before her.
I think that Mexicans really do sometimes bring down a neighborhood. Not always,
but many times, California neighborhoods full of what my Latina friend Vicky
calls "wabs" really do look worse than everywhere else. What, just because your
ass was born in Mexico, you can't run a lawnmower or swing a freakin paintbrush?
I think women's libbers are mostly a bunch of whiney, bitter, dateless, ugly hags
who are just pissed off at the world because they can't get laid. They always tell
me that they're for my rights and issues, but the issues they're whining about
aren't the same ones which piss me off. I don't really give a crap about the
glass ceiling facing a stick-up-the-ass white woman who makes $80 grand a year, and thinks
it's not enough. Let that bitch have to live on mac & cheese for a week, then
we'll talk. I don't really care about the "youthful appearance issue" facing rich, white
TV anchorwomen. Bitch, you've made a million bucks, go get a talk show and shut up.
Let's talk instead about how middle and lower middle class women can't
get a doctor to really pay attention to them. Or how mechanics snigger behind their
hands when a woman like me tells them what's wrong with my car. Let's talk
about the possible correlation between the scantiness of women's fashions and the steady
rise in rape. Let's talk about fashions period, and why the good clothes are all
designed for twig-shaped women, when most women don't look like that.
I think "alternative lifestyles" are sick. If you feel the need to prance around in a
harness and saddle snorting like a horse to get sexual gratification, that's just plain
weird, it's not cool, it's not special, it's just twisted. And have you ever noticed, that
almost every single one of these free-love/pony sex/latex fetish/tantric love freaks are
all ugly?
I think it really is entirely possible that Muslims really are a bunch of everyone-hating
fanatics running around declaring jihad on everyone who isn't a Muslim. I've been defending
them for years, telling folks that true Muslim teaches love and acceptance. Well, fuck,
if that's true, why does it seem like 90% of the world's problems and hatred stem from
nearly every country that is predominantly muslim??
I think war is a bad thing. I think war against mean-tempered, evil, bigoted, fanatical assholes,
is a good thing. Nukes are still bad, I'm a Cold War Child after all. But if a well-placed nuke
is what it takes to shut up an Osama, or a Saddam, or whoever else, hey, lob a nuke and
crack a beer to celebrate.
And I'm not going to apologize for any of this, and if you don't like it, you can go fuck a
gay whale.
Posted at 13:29 # G
Exhausted
My friend Gary said something
really weird to me the other day. I was unloading to him, and he said,
you know, your life is way more exciting than mine. Now, I've often
thought of my life as pretty straightforward and ordinary. But then
I thought hard about everything I'd been telling him, and I realized,
it's not that ordinary after all.
I have friends who have addiction problems, friends who are
depressed and unhappy. My husband is unhappy about things
I can't fix.
I have a friend who is a 31 year old virgin still living at home. Another
friend is a single mom with four kids living in a flimsy trailer in Moreno Valley,
listening to gunshots go off in the neighborhood around them. Gary's wife of nine months
just left him for a talentless, jobless poet, leaving her two year-old son with Gary,
who is not his biological father. My oldest friend of 20 years is trapped in a
bizarre relationship with a man who left his wife for her, and then left her for
someone else, but who still claims he wants a life with her.
My mother has been going through menopause for the last 8 years, but only admits
to 2. My grandparents both died within six months of each other a year ago.
Most of my family is dead or not speaking to each other. I owe the IRS $7,000 in taxes
for a job I now hate doing. The job I want, I am going to have to shell out a lot of
money to actually get, because I have to take classes, and pay to get finger printed.
None of which I can afford right now. Catch-22.
I have so much to deal with, and I'm getting so worn out. I will NEVER EVER stop
caring about my friends, and their problems. And I will NEVER stop listening, being
sympathetic, offering comfort or advice. I will always care about my family, my mom,
my dad, even my sorry excuse for a little sister. But sometimes, I wish I could
take a really long vacation and go somewhere where I didn't have to deal with all
of it for a few days.
And just once, I'd like someone, anyone to call me up and ask me how I'm REALLY doing, and
have them actually interested in knowing. Because most of the time, they change the subject on me.
Current Mood: Depressed
Current Music: 3rd Strike - No Light
Posted at 08:47 # G