I hear people say “oh my god I hate people” all the time without backlash. everyone knows they don’t hate every single individual in humanity. they have friends and family they love and hang out with. they simply hate the greedy, corrupted, oppressive nature of some human beings. but the minute we say something about white people or men, no one seems to understand that it’s the same concept.
“People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?”—Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via atmosthetic)
Some dude:Makeup is false advertising! Women are LYING TO US about how pretty they are!
Some dude:Haircuts are false advertising! Women are LYING TO US about their hairstyles happening organically!
Some dude:Leg shaving is false advertising! Women are LYING TO US about having naturally hairless legs!
Some dude:Deodorant is false advertising! Women are LYING TO US about naturally smelling like an ocean breeze!
Some dude:Clothes are false advertising! Women are LYING TO US about the skin on their legs being made of denim!
Some dude:Shoes are false advertising! Women are LYING TO US about how resistant the bottoms of their feet are to rough terrain!
Some dude:I apparently have limited OBJECT PERMANENCE and don't REALIZE that there is a DIFFERENCE between ALTERING something's APPEARANCE and LYING about it.
Some dude:Also I view WOMEN as PRODUCTS and I think that the way they PRESENT themselves is an ADVERTISEMENT designed for my CONSUMPTION.
Some dude:THIRDLY, I don't UNDERSTAND why blaming WOMEN for doing things to meet the unreachable STANDARD created by my fellow MEN is an awful lot like TRIPPING someone and then making FUN of them for FALLING.
My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.