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I don’t mind getting personal with you guys. Why, I think it’s healthy to get one’s feelings out in the open rather than keeping them bottled up inside. I used to be the opposite, you know. Talking about and showing my feelings made me feel way too vulnerable. I also thought people would find my emotional self-expression annoying. Then I began to observe people around me who were straightforward about their feelings and I saw that there were liked, not shunned. I began to respect those individuals and now I try to speak my mind, be honest about my opinions, and cry when I want to. Sure, there are some things I should keep inside based on the situation, but I have found that if I feel a certain way about something it is best to let it out. Generally I feel much better because of it.
It may seem weird that I often choose to post what I think and feel on the Internet rather than talk with my friends. One, I do have friends, why are you assuming I don’t?! I talk to them about how I feel, sure, but I find it more cathartic to write things down. Writing has always been my premier art form and my way of expressing myself - I used to stutter and I’m still not great with words. So, when I am happy, upset, confused, or experiencing any emotion whatsoever, I write about it. But, why do I share it? First, there is something very impersonal about the Internet that makes me forget that millions of people could potentially see what I’ve shared. After all, I can’t see who is reading what I post and I rarely get feedback. Second, there is a desire to share with those people who may read because, like most people, I find comfort in learning about the experiences of others that parallel mine. There are unspoken support groups for everything on the Internet (when I’m sad it usually involves me reading countless Thought Catalog articles and watching hours of Ted talks) and a part of me thinks that when I post something there is a chance that someone else will read it and connect. After all, the beauty of every experience we have is that we never have to endure it alone.
However, recently I posted something here that I regret. It concerned my recent breakup. For me, the end of our relationship came rather out of the blue. For him, however, it was something that he felt was no longer working and should end before things lost their meaning. I understand that the pain of a breakup is often felt on both sides. I know that it was not easy for him to tell me it was over. In fact, I’ve been on that side of the breakup before so I should have known from experience. However, I was only thinking about myself when I wrote said post. I had forgotten that sometimes relationships just end and it’s neither parties’ fault. Sometimes the bigger person is the one who is able to admit it’s over. I realize now that I was harsh and I am sorry.
Also, I’d like to apologize to my friends. I was feeling very lost last weekend and I vocalized that I felt that I had no one to talk to and who would stand beside me during this sad time. I underestimated their compassion and I hope never to do it again. To those of you who have taken me out this week to see great bands, shared a bottle of wine with me, given me ice cream, and listened to me when I needed and refused to pry when I didn’t - thank you. You know how to cheer a girl up and remind her that life is awesome.
I’ve been laying in my bed all day and thinking. This is not a time for lamentation, but one for positive growth and change. It’s time to take what I have learned from this experience and make myself an even better person. I need to do this not for anyone else but myself. Time to get up, shower, and finally finish unpacking. Time to forget about this annoying, unproductive sorrow and enjoy what I do have.
Anyway, sorry about all the cheesy love rants and whatnot. Here’s to the return of meaningless but more interesting posts!
Wait, let me back up.
Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.
I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this timeI haven’t ruined them permanently.
What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.
What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.
Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)
Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’sgentle sensibilitiesto the fact thatI am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.
I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.
ARE
YOU
FUCKING
KIDDING
ME
No.
This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’tmasturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.
It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you,would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky foryou?
And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo thishappiest of joys.
And then, these very same men have theaudacityto get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.
I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.
Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.
YES. Thank you.
This hit home for me because the reason that I got on birth control is because I have a very irregular periods - in fact, if I don’t take medicine I often won’t have one at all. This is called amenorrhea. It can happen for many reasons and is always annoying.
I’m convinced this whole birth control/women’s health controversy and debate is a product of certain people attempting (and succeeding) to gain media attention. I just can’t believe that some people in America in 2012 can possibly be ignorant enough to think that birth control is unethical. What happened to freedom of choice? How can so many people possibly ignore that and all the health issues? Why now after birth control has been around for so long? I could rant longer, but I’d rather do something I enjoy so I’m going to go eat a burrito.
Get over it.
“Then out of the blackness in his mind he thought that he heard Dernhelm speaking; yet now the voice seemed strange, recalling some other voice that he had known. ‘Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave the dead in peace!’ A cold voice answered: ‘Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye.’ A sword rang as it was drawn. ‘Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.’ ‘Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!’ Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. ‘But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.’”
from The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien
Reading this again gives me chills. I once had a ritual (I skipped 2011, oops!) where I would read the Lord of the Rings trilogy each year around Christmas. The story of the final days of the Third Age of Middle Earth is epic and one of my favorites. This passage stood out to me the first time I read Return of the King, and it still does. It is the moment when Eowyn, disguised as a male soldier named Dernhelm, reveals herself to the Witch King of Angmar in order to save her uncle. The prophesy states that “no living man” can kill the Witch King and it’s true meaning is revealed when Eowyn, a woman, manages to slay him.
Talk about girl power! Lord of the Rings is a story that is unquestioningly about men, so this moment is quite a pleasant surprise to the female reader. It is empowering and just so badass. I believe that every woman should have the feeling of being equal to her male counterparts, not just for a moment, but for a lifetime. So ladies, take up your swords (if you don’t have one, I suggest adding it to your shopping list) and fight for your rights!
Happy National Women’s Day!
(via ladylemonade4ever)
The latest edition of: An Arbitrary List of Things That No One Cares About. Because I’m so self-centered…
The opportunity to travel to many different places and meet all kinds of people. I have found that I am truly interested in every culture out there and I’d like to be able to view and experience many ways of life before my own is over.
The ability to kick someone’s ass. I’m in horrible physical shape and I’m a tiny, kidnappable lady. If someone accosts me on a dark street late at night I’d like to be able to at least put up a fight.
The luxury of working outside. I know that many people wouldn’t equate the outdoors with luxury, but I do. I despise being forced to sit at a desk all day in front of a computer. I adore the sun, fresh air, a good hike and log cabins. This is why I often entertain the idea of being a park ranger.
The skills of a chef. I love eating. I wish I never got full so that I could do it all day. While I already have the ability to cook an adequate meal, I want the ability to cook many stellar meals with ease.
The chance to partake in some child-rearing. If you’ve read this blog ever you know that I love kids. I’d raise them all if I could! However, I know that’s ridiculous so my desire is have two - one of my own and one that I adopt. In, like, six years.
Part of me thinks it’s too soon to be writing about this because I don’t think I’ve completely processed how I feel, but I also think maybe this has happened to other women and I should talk about it in as raw a way as possible. I’m still really embarrassed and ashamed and garbled up inside, but maybe this can start a helpful discussion in terms of women and comedy…
This is a terrifying and sexist account of a woman’s run in with a heckler while she was trying to do standup. Yikes.
At least the author didn’t get too dejected. She is still doing comedy and here is the followup post that clears up a lot of what happened with the heckler.
For those of you kind enough to inquire about my poor ear, here is the story:
A long time ago, maybe a year now, I was playing with kitty cat when slash! she swiped at my ear and ripped my earring out! This hurt really badly (I may have screamed) and left a big gaping hole. I waited patiently, but it never healed. Then, just yesterday, it broke entirely! What a bummer. I’m debating whether or not to fork over the funds to get plastic surgery or if I like having a cool battle scar.
The end!
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It’s discouraging and disappointing that this organization refuses to continue funding cancer screenings for women. People’s heath is at stake, yet the “pro-life” organization refuses to see all the good Planned Parenthood does underneath the controversy.
If this bothers you too, please feel free to sign this petition.
I hate that I love J. Crew.
I’ve been trying to educate myself about and understand this whole “politics” thing. It’s not working. At all. I just can’t get into it. I like to think that the reason I don’t understand politics is because it is just uninteresting and annoying. All I associate with the subject are old men who care more about what the Bible says than what society needs and who are more worried about slandering the opposition than showcasing their strengths and making the world a better place. But, maybe I’m just being cynical and overgeneralizing. I really am trying to care these days! What have I been doing? Well, I’ve been reading articles from reliable websites on the subject. Turns out there’s a lot of information out there! My main problem is that I’ll start an article, quickly get bored and not finish it. As a result I remain uninformed.
If I decide to register to vote as motivation I’ll likely vote for Obama in November. I’d like to say that this is because I’m a fan of his policies (Which I am! The few I know of, at least. A.k.a.: legalizing gay marriage!) or that it’s because I’m a Democrat, but that’s not quite it - I am not aware of all of Obama’s plans mainly because I know I wouldn’t understand them (how does the economy work?) and even though my views are mostly liberal, I think the bi-party system’s only achievement is causing arguments between people therefore rendering it counter-intuitive to the kind of forward progressive thinking that involves people working together instead of against each other. But, I digress. I’m mainly basing my favor for Obama because he seems cool as hell. Observe:
This is why I’ve decided to base my votes solely on what’s on the outside from now on. It may be shallow and incredibly stupid, but its way easier for me. Appearances and charisma are things I understand, unlike health care. That’s why I like Obama. He’s handsome. He has a sense of humor. He’s black (which was a huge change America needed, take that racists!). Obama doesn’t give a shit - he’s content just being himself and that’s awesome. He and I could totally be pals and dammit I want the leader of this country to be someone I relate to (screw the rest of you). The other guys are white, seem stuck up and think open marriage is lame, so they’re out. I mean, I know I’m technically white too, but as far as I know that is the only thing I have in common with every other candidate out there.
On a related note, to further show you how utterly ignorant I am about politics, my mind was somewhat blown today when I realized that Herman Cain is black. This is almost as life-altering as when I found out that Drew Brees is white! I can’t help it that I assumed he was black because all I kept hearing about what an excellent ball player he was!

Race: Obviously not black
On a related note, I’m an idiot.
Please understand that I know I should care more about the results of an election because the future of my country is at stake. I get it. But, instead I choose to be grateful to all the informed individuals out there who do the job for me while I focus on things I enjoy way more. Like blogging.
How do you feel about politics? Any advice for me?