I changed my hair today. It’s darker, and I wanted it to be lighter, but it’s hair so I’m not too worried about it.
In the 7th grade, my friends and I took turns writing stories about each other. My friend Chelsea (my oldest friend) found one and gave it to me. In it, I reference three-way calling and how I couldn’t be on the phone and the Internet (AOL, of all things, too) at the same time. HA!
Also, I was mad at one of my other friends, so she almost gets attacked by a shark in the story. I was a normal kid.
I want someone to make me a mix of music from the 50s and 60s. More so 50s. If ya’ll would be so kind…
I need to buy sneakers because mine have holes in the toes.
My friend Veronica does art with the homeless in the city once a week. She texted me today:
V: So this quiet young man was sitting making art next to me and barely speaks the whole time. He stands up and without a word hands me a gorgeous sketch of a butterfly by a lily. Then leaves. Me: Keep it!!! V: Snagged it Me: You are a butterfly. V: And you’re my lily.
No one probably gets how much these small exchanges mean to me, but I love how supportive my friends are, with everything.
In short: I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL 6PM TONIGHT WHEN I AM OFF WORK AND AM EN ROUTE BACK HOME.
Well, if you think about it, then you’re a fool, yeah, ‘cause you decide to believe in what we made up. And if I think about it, am I cool yet? ‘Cause there’s no lie like that life that made us give up.
I’m always newly-18, and I’m always dancing in the rain and in the summer heat when I listen to Broken Social Scene.
I loved "Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been?" as in the short story, not the full collection. Can you recommend any of your favorite short stories of hers from the ones you've read?
The short story is one of my favorites! I’ve read a few Oates in high school that I really enjoyed, but unfortunately don’t remember the names of. In the full collection, I’ve especially liked “The Lady With The Pet Dog,” “The Dead,” “The Widows,” “Edge of the World,” “Upon The Sweeping Flood,” and “Small Avalanches.”
Thank you, Dan Rottenberg, for promoting the rape culture in our society.
And thank you, Dan Rottenberg, for this exceptional advice:
Don’t trust your male friends. Don’t go to a man’s home at night unless you’re prepared to have sex with him. Don’t disrobe in front of a male masseur. If you take a job as a masseuse, don’t be shocked if your male customers think you’re a prostitute. And if you want to be taken seriously as a journalist, don’t pose for pictures that emphasize your cleavage.
Really, Dan (may I call you Dan?), what would I do without you?
Thank you, Dan, for your consistent victim blaming:
Women today are technically free to do all sorts of things that were forbidden to their grandmothers, which is all well and good. But in practice, rape and the notion of sexual conquest persist for the same reason that warfare persists: because the human animal— especially the male animal— craves drama as much as food, shelter and clothing. Conquering an unwilling sex partner is about as much drama as a man can find without shooting a gun— and, of course, guns haven’t disappeared either.
Earth to liberated women: When you display legs, thighs or cleavage, some liberated men will see it as a sign that you feel good about yourself and your sexuality. But most men will see it as a sign that you want to get laid.
You’re right: it is important to stress how women should dress in public. We should teach women to cover up! Why waste our time teaching others not to rape in the first place? That would just be impractical, I suppose.
Maybe my tiny woman’s brain can’t grasp the complexity of your argument, so why don’t you explain yourself to me. I want you to try to explain how you think it is a grand idea to make it imperative that women should change their behavior rather than attempting to change the behavior of the sexual offenders.
Do you have a daughter, Dan? Or a wife? Were they ever raped, Dan? If they were, would you slap their hands and say, “Now, now, that’s what you get for showing some skin. He just couldn’t help himself - it was pure instinct.”
You know, Dan. I DO take precautions. I don’t want the streets alone at night. When I walk across parking lots, I keep my key in my fist, pointed outward. No matter what place or what time of day, I immediately lock myself in my car when I close the door because - did you know? - that’s when women are perceived to be most vulnerable, sitting in their car, while putting on their seatbelt. If I ever am walking down a street in a not-so-safe area by myself and I hear someone behind me, I quicken my pace, I think about where I put my pepper spray, I clear my throat to make sure my voice is working, just in case I need to shout for help. I do all of these things.
You know why I have to do all these things, DAN? I have to do these things because I live in a society that relishes in victim blaming, a society that feeds upon rape culture. I have to do these things because people like you - misogynistic assholes like you - perpetuate these ideals with your poorly written, poorly thought-out, purely idiotic articles.
Now, excuse me, Dan Rottenberg (and what a fitting last name that is), while I wear my short skirt, accentuate my cleavage, and wear the highest heels and the brightest lipstick I can find. Go to hell.