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| i shouldnt even use this if no one is going to read it or comment me.
i have livejournal.
if you have livejournal you should tell me... i like it alot.
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| this is an article my friend wrote for her school newspaper. i think its pretty good, i hope you all enjoy.
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Forget about the war in Iraq, how about the war over my rack.
I have
always known I am particularly well endowed in the area between my neck
and my stomach, but often people forget that I have actually had this
body for nearly nineteen years.
Being at an all female college, I
did not think that they would be an issue, since those around me had
their own set to worry about.
I recall an incident where I walked into the skeller and a fellow student suggested a reduction.
In
the world of free surgeries, this would have been a great idea; I might
have thrown in a nose job as well (I’m not particularly satisfied with
the bulb I have on my nose.)
However, the reality is that such things cost money.
Being a college student, I obviously don’t have the money.
Right now I’m looking around my room to find money to buy a coke. (The caffeinated beverage, not that of the Kate Moss variety.)
When I explained my predicament to the student, she suggested having a collection jar.
Seriously
though, children are starving in Africa and THEY cannot even get enough
donations, you think the community of R-MWC would choose a breast
reduction for a student over famine.
No.
The least to say, I was offended.
Did this student not realize that I was fully aware of the set sitting my chest?
Did this student think that when she brought my attention to them, I looked down and thought “WHOA, where did these come from?”
At
a college where there is such an emphasis on women to be strong leaders
and accomplish great things, why was I being harassed about my breasts?
My
breasts do not write, they do not read, they do not tell jokes, they do
not judge, they do not do math problems, they do not write papers.
Their
purpose is to provide nourishment for those parasites after you’ve been
released from the punishment of carrying them around for nine months.
So essentially, they are of no purpose to me since I hate children.
However, they are not a springboard for your comments.
I expect my ideas, not my breasts, to propel me through life.
They are a constant reminder that I am a woman, but they are not what define me.
This
college is a place where the idea is that a woman is all powerful; she
has the capacity to do anything and the only thing that matters are her
actions and her ideas.
For a fellow female student to say those words is contradictory to that sentiment.
Instead of focusing on what one may not fancy in another’s body, one should focus her energy on actual problems.
It
is not a female’s responsibility to play fantasy plastic surgeon with
another’s body; it is demeaning both to the perpetrator and the one
being scrutinized.
I would expect more from an R-MWC student, and so should all students in our community.
We
all come from different backgrounds, carry different perceptions and
have different ideas, but the one common goal that brings us here is to
be able to grow in a healthy environment.
A healthy environment is not one where a person feels they are being scrutinized for that which they cannot control.
If you have a problem with my breasts, take it up with my genes, because frankly I don’t think they care either.
Until then my pair will rest comfortable, however I DO NOT invite you to attempt to banter with them.
I’m up here.
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| i will be done soon.
i basically am.
i dont think i should try anymore.
there might be no hope.
i hope she wont kill me.
its ok.
i like (blank).
alot.
lawn sex, the best sex.
i think i might work in the art industry... doing you know, things for the production of art. | | |
| so wow things have been going differently.
i really like it now, ive been waiting for it for a while. i think i found it. doo whoop whoop. doo doo whoop diddy whoop.
wanna be friends? lets be friends? i think we can do that.
i like looking at the grains of wood the patterns are patternless, yet, not. i wish i was in the grains sometimes.
does it really exist? i mean, really... im not sure anymore. im hoping for it though. really wishing with all my might.
i got this cd yesterday, and i like it alot. | | |
| it is not ok to use homosexual terms in a derogatory manner. in any
case, even if you are a cool person and think that people should have
equal rights, you are still fueling the fire. it is not ok. NOT OK. if
you do it, someone else, who is a bigot or some such, is just like you,
bc you do it too.
and no, i wont stop talk about it, or
preaching as you call it, bc until it is over, then there is still
things to be done. so fucking expand your vocabulary, there are plenty
of other words that you can use to describe something without fucking
cutting down millions of people. end of story. | | |
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