Yesturday, after my Philosophy of Education class, I had an "aha!" moment. We are starting to touch on female philosophers, which is what I have been meaning to get into, but have been so busy I have not had the chance, until now.
I have been known to be a liberatarian when it comes to political views, libertarian with a left wing twist. We were talking about Mary Wollstonecraft, who was a libertarian herself. I went up to my teacher and started asking her questions about Mary. She smiled and said I should look into Emma Goldman, who we are going to talk about next week. So, after the class ended, I scooted to the library where I checked out one of her books.
I think I have found my new favorite philosopher. Nietzsche and Russell are my two main favorites, but Goldman... holy shit. She did stuff that I have always wanted to do. Which is when I had my "aha" moment. A female anarchist atheist who didn't call herself a feminist but fought very passionalty for female rights. BINGO.
I wrote a 4 page rant a few weeks back on how much Christanity is complete bullshit, and how females should not take societys shit anymore. I'm still editing it, but after I feel confident enough to publish it, I hope to throw it out there. It angers me so much that the gimmick that McCain has chosen to be his Vice President is a female... but is not for female rights. Please, do not insult my intelligence. Sarah is NO Hillary. I would rather have Hillary then Sarah. Hillary actually fights for female rights, not aganist them. I just don't get it why females aren't for protecting their rights. It boggles my mind.
I was up until 330am conversing a few texts with my ex-fiance who decided to text me last night. It got me thinking to when I started getting this way with everything. I know when I was a teenager it started, but it was mostly teenage angst. It was after I was constantly screwed over by men that I started to group my thoughts, and started fighting for a cause. I have a reason to rant, to fight. I am constantly looking for the truth. Religion is not truth. The government is a lie. Don't live for anyone else, but yourself.
I refuse to be silent anymore. As the days go by, more and more do I feel the need to freakin yell at the top of my lungs about how fucking retarded our country, our world is being. I want to help change it. I want to try and open eyes to see what is happening. It's like Platos Cave. I have been set free from the cave, seen the truth, and want to tell the fuckers still mesmorized by the shadows on the wall to turn around, come with me, see the truth. Stop living in a fantasy world and start living in reality. Wake up, take a chance, break free.
"Someone has said that it requires less mental effort to condemn than to think."
THINK: It's Not Illegeal Yet.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Is it okay if I bitch about my mother?
'Cause I'm gonna do it anyways. Okay, a little advice to you, if you see your son or daughter struggling with something they've never done before, don't bark at them, "Don't you know anything?!" Instead, how about you offer to help them? "Oh, wait hun, let me help you with that."
I mean come on! I was doing laundry at my house and I have one of these really adorable sweaterdress' that are in style now. I wore it out a few weeks ago, and I finally have enough things to make a "hand-wash" only load to wash it with, since I don't have a lot of delicate fabrics. So I take it out of the washing machine and it's still soaking wet. I go over to try and put it on a towel to absorb some of the excess water and I get water on the floor. Mother looks over at me and yells at me, "Don't you know anything?!" And, of course me being the bitch I am, start yelling at her to shut the hell up and how I know plenty of things. I was about to tell her to grow up and go get a goddamn college degree, when I decided to try and be nice and ask her, "Hey, look. How about instead of barking at me, and telling me something that we both know is false to try and help me?" So she helps me with the towel, and lays it out on the rack to dry. Mind you, in silence.
Really Mom? Did I have to just tell you to do that? She also told me that, "Wow, you have got quite a mouth on you!" NO SHIT. I live alone with you and you're such a goddamn bitch now a day I have to have a mouth to fight back to your constant attacks. For example: politics. The last presidental debate, dinosaur McCain was speaking and I started mimicking him and, get this, she tells me to have an open mind.
Wait, hold the fucking phone, are you serious? You just told WHITNEY KATHERINE to have an open mind? Are you fucking serious? So, I bark back, "Are you serious, Mom? You just told your own daughter, who you know is more open minded then you, to have an open mind? Have you done any research on this campaign? Have you read what they are saying? Do you even know what these people stand for?" She was silent. I walked away.
Then there's Sarah Palin. Holy Jesus fucking Christ. I told my mother when Sarah was on the news how I didn't like her, and how I thought she was stupid. My mother barked at me, "She's not stupid! She's smart!" I almost died right then and there. "Have you seen her resume? Have you heard her speak? Have you read what she is saying?" She was silent, again. And I walked away.
GAH, someone shoot me now. My Dad is home though, and I tell him all this and he smirks because he knows I'm right. I really wish I could move in with my Dad, but he lives in New Hampshire and soon my Mom will be joining him, so it's kind of useless.
I feel like my "mouth" is a result of all the shit I took from her when I was a teenager. I'm sick and tired of dealing with her crap, so instead of taking the blow, I send a blow back, which usaully causes her to fall down instead of me.
Oh, yeah, she's doing fine from her surgery. The constant attacks on me have become daily, if it isn't obvious. I don't think she likes it how she doesn't have any control over me anymore. Hun, I'm 21, there's nothing you can do. You can't ground me, so good luck trying.
I really can't wait to move out. I'm sorry I didn't get married when i was 19. I'm almost done getting my bachelor's and then I'll be getting my masters, and possibly a PhD. I'm sorry I have more fun then you do when you were my age. I'm sorry you don't even have an associates when I keep telling you to use your experience from the library to use it towards getting some sort of degree in library science. Stop bitching how you want me to be a librarian because you can't be one. Yes, you can. Just get your ass back to school. It doesn't matter if you're 59. I have friend's whose parents are starting their masters and they're in their 50's as well. Stop being embarassed and just go for it. Be strong for gods sake. I hate seeing weak willed people, but that's a whole different story.
Kay, after a quick dinner break, I have admitted to my parents how I have been researching womens literature intensly (mind you, I'm taking a course in womens writing), and how I have become interested in the civil rights movement. My Mother went into the other room when I started talking about Malcolm X, and yelled back, "He was radical!" "Is that why you don't like him, Mother?" "Yeah." Oh okay, so someone fights for what they believe in and speaks their mind so you don't like them. Good job being open-minded, you son of a bitch. But anyways, my Dad sat with me and listened to me and said his point of view, which was he was really glad that I was starting to get into these things. He knows that when I believe in something, I research it and am passionate about it. I search for answers, I am engrossed in truth. I'm not an idiot, okay? My Father knows that and still refers to me to his mother when I get like this. Another thing is that when I start talking about grad school my Mom doesn't pay attention, but yet my Dad does. I just find that funny.
Oh yeah, my Dad was trying to explain baseball to me before dinner. The Rays and Red Sox are going at it to see who plays Philly in the world series. I mean, if I live in Boston I hafta be a fan of the Red Sox. My sister is a huge Yankees fan so this should be fun :) I mean, I'm a huge hockey fan, have been this way since I was in 8th grade, and my team has been the Red Wings for as long as I can remember. Yzerman is going to be coaching the 2010 Olympics, fyi. Soo glad I got his jersey before he retired...
To finish this off, since I have to go get ready to go out, I would like to say that according to dictionary.com, the Spanish word of the day is direccion, which means direction; address. I don't know why, but I find it amusing that they have a spanish word of the day.
I mean come on! I was doing laundry at my house and I have one of these really adorable sweaterdress' that are in style now. I wore it out a few weeks ago, and I finally have enough things to make a "hand-wash" only load to wash it with, since I don't have a lot of delicate fabrics. So I take it out of the washing machine and it's still soaking wet. I go over to try and put it on a towel to absorb some of the excess water and I get water on the floor. Mother looks over at me and yells at me, "Don't you know anything?!" And, of course me being the bitch I am, start yelling at her to shut the hell up and how I know plenty of things. I was about to tell her to grow up and go get a goddamn college degree, when I decided to try and be nice and ask her, "Hey, look. How about instead of barking at me, and telling me something that we both know is false to try and help me?" So she helps me with the towel, and lays it out on the rack to dry. Mind you, in silence.
Really Mom? Did I have to just tell you to do that? She also told me that, "Wow, you have got quite a mouth on you!" NO SHIT. I live alone with you and you're such a goddamn bitch now a day I have to have a mouth to fight back to your constant attacks. For example: politics. The last presidental debate, dinosaur McCain was speaking and I started mimicking him and, get this, she tells me to have an open mind.
Wait, hold the fucking phone, are you serious? You just told WHITNEY KATHERINE to have an open mind? Are you fucking serious? So, I bark back, "Are you serious, Mom? You just told your own daughter, who you know is more open minded then you, to have an open mind? Have you done any research on this campaign? Have you read what they are saying? Do you even know what these people stand for?" She was silent. I walked away.
Then there's Sarah Palin. Holy Jesus fucking Christ. I told my mother when Sarah was on the news how I didn't like her, and how I thought she was stupid. My mother barked at me, "She's not stupid! She's smart!" I almost died right then and there. "Have you seen her resume? Have you heard her speak? Have you read what she is saying?" She was silent, again. And I walked away.
GAH, someone shoot me now. My Dad is home though, and I tell him all this and he smirks because he knows I'm right. I really wish I could move in with my Dad, but he lives in New Hampshire and soon my Mom will be joining him, so it's kind of useless.
I feel like my "mouth" is a result of all the shit I took from her when I was a teenager. I'm sick and tired of dealing with her crap, so instead of taking the blow, I send a blow back, which usaully causes her to fall down instead of me.
Oh, yeah, she's doing fine from her surgery. The constant attacks on me have become daily, if it isn't obvious. I don't think she likes it how she doesn't have any control over me anymore. Hun, I'm 21, there's nothing you can do. You can't ground me, so good luck trying.
I really can't wait to move out. I'm sorry I didn't get married when i was 19. I'm almost done getting my bachelor's and then I'll be getting my masters, and possibly a PhD. I'm sorry I have more fun then you do when you were my age. I'm sorry you don't even have an associates when I keep telling you to use your experience from the library to use it towards getting some sort of degree in library science. Stop bitching how you want me to be a librarian because you can't be one. Yes, you can. Just get your ass back to school. It doesn't matter if you're 59. I have friend's whose parents are starting their masters and they're in their 50's as well. Stop being embarassed and just go for it. Be strong for gods sake. I hate seeing weak willed people, but that's a whole different story.
Kay, after a quick dinner break, I have admitted to my parents how I have been researching womens literature intensly (mind you, I'm taking a course in womens writing), and how I have become interested in the civil rights movement. My Mother went into the other room when I started talking about Malcolm X, and yelled back, "He was radical!" "Is that why you don't like him, Mother?" "Yeah." Oh okay, so someone fights for what they believe in and speaks their mind so you don't like them. Good job being open-minded, you son of a bitch. But anyways, my Dad sat with me and listened to me and said his point of view, which was he was really glad that I was starting to get into these things. He knows that when I believe in something, I research it and am passionate about it. I search for answers, I am engrossed in truth. I'm not an idiot, okay? My Father knows that and still refers to me to his mother when I get like this. Another thing is that when I start talking about grad school my Mom doesn't pay attention, but yet my Dad does. I just find that funny.
Oh yeah, my Dad was trying to explain baseball to me before dinner. The Rays and Red Sox are going at it to see who plays Philly in the world series. I mean, if I live in Boston I hafta be a fan of the Red Sox. My sister is a huge Yankees fan so this should be fun :) I mean, I'm a huge hockey fan, have been this way since I was in 8th grade, and my team has been the Red Wings for as long as I can remember. Yzerman is going to be coaching the 2010 Olympics, fyi. Soo glad I got his jersey before he retired...
To finish this off, since I have to go get ready to go out, I would like to say that according to dictionary.com, the Spanish word of the day is direccion, which means direction; address. I don't know why, but I find it amusing that they have a spanish word of the day.
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