That thing where we tell girls to be “sexy, but not sexual?” That thing where we frame female sexuality EXPLICITLY as a performance for men, not an experience within your own body that you get to define? That thing where we codify performing for men as “rebellion,” which strangely makes your “rebellion” (HA) (UGH) dependent on how much you please men, and once more divorces you from your own complex human sexuality in favor of making it an externally-defined show which you have to create in order to please as many men as possible? But you can’t ACTUALLY be having a lot of non-monogamous sex, so you have to be as constantly, overtly, “rebelliously” sexy as possible WHILE ALSO FINDING A HUSBAND AND “TAMING” HIM TO RESPECT THE INSTITUTION OF MARRIAGE WHICH IS SOOOOOOOO IMPORTANT TO YOU???????
THAT IS KATY PERRY.
STOP SAYING NICE THINGS ABOUT HER.
SHE IS AN EXAMPLE OF EVERYTHING WRONG ABOUT THE PRESSURES ON WOMEN IN THIS OUR CURRENT ERA.
SHE JUST IS.
SHE’S AWFUL.
STOP.
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What is snow but beauty? Each flake individual in its own right. And the massive congregation of so much unique material can in no way be extracted or separated once it comes together. In its meeting it becomes something new. True beauty ecstatically meeting, embracing each other, laying where they fall to peacefully join those others which are near them. A sparkling tapestry thought of in the skies and knit together by the winds. The softness of love and the sheer power of enveloping sensation; opening ones chest to the cold to become within what is without.
What is our conception of beauty? In 2011 we worship the form of the woman, she is soft and subtle and yet the objective of most is to conform rather than to seek difference. Every girl seems to want to be the super model and seeks to destroy their body rather than celebrate that which is unique to them… the objective being to destroy the womanly changes that occur in lump some to retain the appearance of youth and with it the idea of purity. Isn’t it the mar, the imperfection that has informed the most beautiful of our species? As it is the conception of what beauty is differs through cultures and has performed a metamorphosis through time and thus has no objective credibility. What you strive for is false idolatry at the feet of oneself, a sick narcissism that like a disease will consume from the inside out as it is based on the very thing from which it tries to depart. A sick spiral inward towards solipsistic self destruction.
And what is this feminine beauty towards which we fix our gazes and stir the passions of our children? I doubt it is the truth of the feminine but the reinforced idea of a set of social norms, the collective conscious as reflected on television and in magazines (most especially now as pictures and video streaming across the web) which defines beauty. I challenge everyone to create beauty in the acts they perform every day and in such cultivate from within a beautiful idea, and it is in the growing market of the “beauty within ideas” that we may draw attention from the crass selling techniques of conformity towards the truth of beauty which is undefinable and yet always compelling of thought for it is that each of us knows it at a time, a fleeting moment, and yet it is gone and as such corrupted by the false ideals of other’s conceptions of beauty.
(via 6od)
The news on the job front. Get it.
(via lirfons)
Cindy made a fabulous dinner on Wednesday, a homemade shrimp marinara over spaghetti with salad,’garlic bread and of course desert. Afterwards we had a checkers tourney (sadly I was the loser) but these fine craft brews helped lessen the pain; the Moloko milk stout from three floyds and an imperial choklat stout registering at a pleasing 11% ABV




