This is a Feminist Rant. Get Over It.

I have some fucking complaining to do. Things need to be ranted about. Here I motherfuckin' go:

Hey girls, guess what? We're a minority - in fact, as a whole, we are perhaps the most discriminated against and vehemently hated minority that ever was and is to this day. And what do we do? We perpetuate the hate, the status quo, by doing a vast number of things. What things? Oh, so glad you asked:

Buying into a set of expectations and standards in a world that was not built for us, but was built for us to serve it. We do this and we let ourselves be called names that don't breathe life to the respect we deserve if and when we decide to own that as a truth - I DESERVE RESPECT. And here's an idea - why don't we try respecting other women because men and society and the world at large sure as fuck aren't going to do it - so we probably should. I may not like these women, but I'll be god damned if I'm going to contribute to the already enormous message of "she's just another dumb bitch" out there in the world. I will respect them even if they don't really deserve it and aren't respectful in return, just to pay it forward, just on principle, just in the hopes that somehow it makes some kind of damn difference that I did. Because look around, look at the news! We are viewed as commodities, or much worse. Men that live in the United States of America think a valid excuse for going on a shooting rampage is not getting sex from a woman - if only the cunt(s) had put out. And Elliot Rodgers was not the only one (check this article - http://jezebel.com/lessons-from-a-day-spent-with-the-ucsb-shooters-awful-f-1582884301?utm_campaign=socialflow_jezebel_facebook&utm_source=jezebel_facebook&utm_medium=socialflow).
We are told we should have no rights to make decisions about our own reproductive system, we are told simultaneously to be virtuous and to be promiscuous. In other words, your uterus, and your pussy, are not your own. That's what those of us lucky gals in the US get to look forward to - and believe me, that is lucky. THAT'S THE BEST THE WORLD HAS FOR US LADIES. It's only gets worse in the world at large and we ALL know this.

So get it the fuck together, and let's at least try to treat each other right - we're working against some bullshit odds here. Stop being a feminist hater and start being a feminist.

You Ain't Special

Nothing is more irritating to me than celebrities posing with their baby bumps on magazine covers, all over social media, on TV - AS IF we need to fuel the flames of the Breeder Revolution some more. 

Hey, guess what? You’re not a unicorn. You’re just knocked up. It happens. A lot.

Random rants while I'm at work on a Saturday

Hey Guys.

First rant - I hate when people use the word "passionate" in conjunction with things that are meticulous, boring, soul-sucking. Like, for instance, sales. Or organization. Or detailed data-entry. Or working in the corporate sphere.You cannot be passionate about those things and it's blasphemy to say that shit - shame on you. Passion is a word that implies high emotion, beyond the confines of logical thought or pragmatism. Ya know - we fell passionately in love, or we were blinded by our passion, or even CRIMES OF PASSION. You have to use passion to describe something that is the reason you want to live, either on that particular day, or has been your reason for living for years - lights a fire in your soul. If working in the corporate sphere is your reason for living... you may actually lack a soul, or heart, or both... my guess is you're a robot. Not even a replicant, for those of you familiar with Blade Runner.

Rant 2 - I have a lot of friends who work for a particular, well-known technology company - I used to work there too. They love to post about the perks they get, and, without fail, end the post with "love my job!". Ok. You don't love your job. You may love the company you work for, or more accurately, the free shit they give you - believe me, I get it, I was there. You love that they spoil you and give you food, drink, entertainment that is in no way related to your actual job function, which clearly you do not love, because if you did, your posts would say something closer to this:

"Stared at candidate profiles all day, emailed about 50 people, as I did yesterday and the day before. Heard back from 4 people from emails earlier this week - 2 were condescending. Got feedback from the phone interview for one of my candidates yesterday - apparently he was an idiot and so am I. Still waiting on feedback from one last interviewer on onsite interview from last week - taking his sweet ass time. Love my job!"

OR

"After weeks of courting this rockstar candidate and going to bat to get him an incredible offer, homeboy just turned us down - got himself a better counter-offer. I think he may have been using me for that all along. I'm exhausted and need a drink. Love my job!"

All I'm saying is, you don't love your job. Doctors Without Borders - they love their fucking jobs. They probably don't like it all the time, but they definitely have a skillset that they could just sit back on and rake in the dough - they decide to travel to shithole locations to save people. For basically nothing. That's love. 

Speaking of jobs - I should probably get back to work. I work at a Vet - no, I don't love it. I will love my job when I'm writing and performing and getting to make people laugh for my living. And I'm working on it (I wrote this while on the clock at the Vet, so technically, I guess, I AM getting paid for writing!LOVE MY JOB! )

K bye.

Leo teaches Wendy How to Play a Video Game

So this happened...