"weaponized femininity" more like "how to cater to the male gaze and Western beauty ideals while acting like it’s Totally Subversive"
so many parents of Autistic kids talk about how tragic it is that their kids won’t hug them or be affectionate but like
kids are not machines made to give you love and niceness
your kids are not responsible for making you feel loved and good about yourself. they are not supposed to be your parents they’re your kids
Meet the blogger! I was tagged by the lovely lorienmizar. :)
Rules: Just insert your answers to the questions below. Tag at least 10 followers.
- url: lantur
- real life name: lantur
- nickname: The Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Mhysa, Khaleesi, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles, Queen of Meereen, Princess of Dragonstone, etc., etc.
- birthday: November 26
- gender: Female
- sexuality: Straight, asexual
- height: 4’10”
- time zone: United States Mountain Standard Time
- local time & date: 8:35 PM, September 1.
- average hours of sleep a night: Like 7-9 hours plus a 1 to 1.5 hour nap every afternoon. I am slothlike and sleep a lot.
- last thing googled: “heat exhaustion symptoms”
- most used phrases: “Oh…my…god. I was like, oh my god.” “Are you kidding me?” “Hell no.” And, most of all, “I’m hungry.”
- first word that comes to mind: Haters - probably because I have that Taylor Swift song “Shake It Off” stuck in my head.
- what i last said to family member: “Yeah, I’ll bring you water in a little while.”
- one place that makes me happy & why: My internship office because it is a small and very chill, laid-back environment. The walls are painted purple, red, and dark blue, and have home-made quilts hung on them as unique decorations. There are a lot of hand-made signs supporting our congressman and other local Democrats. Also, everyone in the office knows me and likes me, and I appreciate that. I feel comfortable there.
- how many blankets i sleep under: One in summer, two in winter.
- favorite beverage: Green tea, jasmine tea, Tazo passion iced tea.
- the last movie i watched in cinemas: The Fault In Our Stars, I think. And I cried so much.
- three things i can’t live without: Aside from food and water, the Internet, books, and dogs.
- something i plan on learning: How to cross-stitch. Also, the shell stitch in crochet.
- a piece of advice to my followers: I just read this gem: “Ships are safe in harbors, but that’s not what ships were built for.”
- you all have to listen to this song: Maps - Maroon 5. Probably the catchiest song I’ve heard all summer. It has a chorus that begs to be sung along to in an emotional manner.
After a weekend of triple-digit high temperatures and 105 degrees today - not to mention wearing a wig through it all - I had the lovely experience of symptoms of heat exhaustion (despite staying hydrated). I just threw up and I’ve been headachey and fatigued all day.
This place is truly Satan’s domain and I have to get out of here. We’ve had sixty days of temperatures over 100 degrees this summer and it was 105 today and it’s the first of September.
*likes your post* a great interaction, we are truly bonding
When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.
When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.
When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.
When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”
You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.
You will turn 18
and become queen of the Nile.
You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.
You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.
This is your call to leap.
There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.
You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
I made a post about how I didn’t like Anaconda (the Nicki Minaj song, not the movie about man-eating anacondas - I’ve always liked that movie), and I’m eating my words. I still think there’s too much of a sample from Sir Mix-A-Lot’s song, and I would have preferred more verses from Nicki in its place, but the song grew on me.
The only thing I don’t like about it now is the references to dating “dope dealers” and guys who “sling cocaine” because of how much $$$$ they bring in. There’s nothing wrong with looking for guys with $$$$ to date, but I just can’t get behind the whole drug dealer thing because of the effect of the drug trafficking industry (and the war on drugs) on women and girls - especially low-income women and girls - in Mexico and other parts of Central America.
It’s still a hell of a catchy song, though I wish the references to dating drug dealers had been eliminated. I dislike the framing of male drug dealers as desirable. These guys are literal trash. Don’t date guys who sling cocaine.