I think (or, I hope) I speak for most people when I say that routine check-ups at the doctor’s are rarely pleasant and often nerve-wracking. Am I secretly dying? Do I have a late stage of some unknown and/or untreatable disease? Such is the culture of WebMD, where a muscle twinge could be a sign of cancer. Or maybe I’m just paranoid.Read More »
Dear Nice Guy™,
So, there you were, swiping along on Tinder, when you came across a pretty girl. Let’s call her Betty. You checked out her profile, and she seemed like a cool gal, so you gave her a right swipe. Lo and behold, a match!
After chatting some, you and Betty decided to meet up. Low-pressure; a casual dinner date. You talked, you laughed, you had a nice time. The date ended, I’m sure you felt, on a positive note. Betty came home and recounted the date – her first Tinder meet-up, in fact. She’d been quite nervous beforehand, considering “Don’t meet up with strangers from the Internet” is basically the first lesson you learn in Not Being Kidnapped 101. She said you were very nice and had enough in common to keep the conversation flowing, but that she didn’t really feel any sort of “spark”. Overall, though, a positive Tinder experience, considering she hadn’t been murdered.Read More »
Dear troll who visited my blog the other day,
I understand that in writing this post, I am engaging with you, which is the exact opposite of how you’re supposed to deal with trolls. However, I don’t feel like you’re a “personal” troll. You seem more the type who peruses tags of subjects you like to troll about, where you commit your troll-y acts as you see fit, and then move on to other troll opportunities. Thus, I am fairly confident that you will never visit again and won’t ever read these words. Unless, in a plot twist, you actually found the post through my Facebook, meaning that I have unwittingly been Facebook friends with an anti-feminist troll for an indeterminate amount of time. If this is the case, please feel free to delete me from your friends list at the earliest opportunity.Read More »
My personal experience with Fifty Shades of Grey went something like this:
Because I don’t live under a rock, I’d heard whispers about it. I was mildly intrigued, as most people would be upon hearing that word porn had somehow managed to become a socially acceptable bestseller (as an aside, once I overheard a classmate telling our elderly male prof that she had read it on her tablet in bed…like, he knows what it is! It’s not a secret!). I had the distinctly awkward experience of noticing that my mother owned all three books, and the distinctly awkward-er experience of witnessing my mother lending the books to my grandmother. One day, when I was alone in my mom’s bathroom, I noticed it on the bathtub ledge. Curiosity got the best of me, and I flipped open the first page.Read More »
So, I have a confession. This might come as a surprise, but…I am a feminist. A big, huge, raging Crazy Feminazi™. Actually, that really shouldn’t be a surprise. If you’ve read more than one of my posts and haven’t figured that one out for yourself, I don’t really know what to tell you.
As you’ve probably noticed, feminism has kind of been having its day in the light for the past couple years or so. Some might even call it “trendy”. Nowadays, it seems that every time a female celebrity gets interviewed, she gets asked the question, “Are you a feminist?” And, I mean, I guess that’s better than asking mundane questions about their diets for their latest movies or where they get their hair done or whatever, but many of their answers have revealed something about the public’s view on this controversial topic:
People really, really don’t know what feminism even is.
Of course, I’m far from the first one to try to correct these misconceptions, but I thought I might as well add my voice to the crowd, because I really like hearing myself talk (reading myself write, whatever, same/diff). So, without further ado, here are a few of the most common “myths” about feminism that I encounter in my trollings around the Web and in my daily life:Read More »
Dear my dental hygienist (sorry, I don’t have anything better to call you),
I’m not going to lie; as it stands, I already really hate coming to the dentist. Well, I doubt anyone really enjoys the dentist, but for me, it’s like a torture chamber. I have this thing about metal against my teeth, like a nails-on-chalkboard cringe-y feeling (I avoid biting my forks and spoons for this very reason), so I’m sure you can understand my distaste. Also, I apparently have really weak enamel (I’m a very diligent brusher, promise!), because every time I come to the dentist, y’all are like, “You have 300,000 cavities! Guess you might as well move in here for the next few weeks while we freeze your mouth and drill your teeth out of your head!”
Anyway. I should get to the point of this letter, which has little to do with my predisposed dislike for those in the dental profession.Read More »
Ladies and gentlemen! I have an announcement, for which I know you have all been waiting with bated breath:
My leather pants, the pants that started it all, officially fit my body once again.
I don’t have to suck in to do them up, I can breathe, and there will be no lacerations should I decide to sit down. I will now be able to resume my dream of appearing to be a dominatrix biker-chick. Can you hear the Hallelujah chorus?Read More »
Dear dude on the subway three Thursday nights ago,
It was 10 o’clock on the night before Halloween, and the first night of Halloweekend. Halloween is one of my favourite times of the year; you get to be whoever and whatever you want, be as sexy or silly or weird as you want, and nobody will say anything about it.
Or so I thought.Read More »
Dear girl who sat behind me in 18th Century Literature and Culture,
I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Well, it’s possible you at least know who I am, and think I am an annoying keener, because I tend to participate in class discussion frequently, unlike you and your band of sniggering gossip girls. I don’t usually sit in that spot, but when some dude who never comes to class decided to take my usual seat, I was forced to choose somewhere else. That is how I came to be in front of you.Read More »