.legitmate rape and illegitmate science.

Today I read this gem of a story about Rep. Todd Akin; Missouri! There's a reason it sounds like misery.  This guy is just, just the worst.  What else can be said about a man who claims that doctors, DOCTORS of all people, have told him that pregnancy rarely occurs from a "legitimate rape".  YOU DON'T SAY?!  Guess all those unwanted children who were the products of rape were planned. Congratulations on your new family mom and dad!

There is something horribly wrong when a man..when anyone says something this asinine in a public and political forum and actually believes that what they are saying is correct or true.  The mere fact that this guy thinks its possible for women to just shut down their reproductive organs is pathetic. 

I never bothered with caring what politicians were saying about women, or how politics even impacted my life as a women, but I think now, more than any other time it is vital that women get angry.  Not just angry, but REALLY FUCKING angry.  Women and men shouldn't just be angry about these constant attacks on women's health, but we should also be angry with how women themselves allow these disgusting double standards to continue.



Women consistently play into sexual double standards and proudly and loudly proclaim other women who they perceive as being at fault, as sluts, whores, trashy and so forth.  It is NOT ok for other women to project these identities onto other women.  Shaming rape victims and sexual assault victims is a deplorable action and under no circumstance should it ever happen.

I don't even know what else to say about this because it makes me so angry.

The Importance of being an Over Achiever.

The validation of having a 4.0 and a cumulative GPA of 3.87 while having one year left as an undergrad is the best feeling on earth. 

I cannot express in words, how elated I feel when I see an A listed for every single class. I can handle an A-, because it's still an A.  

My dream of graduating Summa Cum Laude is so close I can taste it.  

It isn't about being smart on paper, it's about the level of integrity I bring to every assignment, every ounce of research, every bit of who I am as a sociologist is poured into my work and I want the recognition of knowing I've worked my ass off, sacrificed my time, money, and personal happiness to get there. And it's also about being able to give a big middle finger to everyone who thought I was just some dumb, rich, party girl. 

Not so butt heads! Turns out I'm actually quite articulate and have intelligent thoughts in my tiny feeble brain. 

I feel like Elle Woods, only not quite as happy cause I haven't quite made it ivy league, but just you wait, University of Pennsylvania. I'm coming for you next...after I get into a masters program and graduate from University of South Florida. (not every college dream is an ivy league dream). 

What a good day today. 

My hymen is of great importance

I have at no time, ever considered myself to be a feminist.  The word is disgusting to me.  I want nothing to do with...but I can't deny it.  I am a feminist and will be until the very day I die (a feminist).

For my Readings in Sociology class I had to select a topic, of my choosing and since I had just recently completed a content analysis on the highly disturbing Toddlers & Tiaras, I chose what I  thought what would be an easy topic: Sexualization of adolescent females and heteronormative beauty myths.  I was wrong..it was a frustrating search in a topic that no one wants to write about, so I decided to just do sexuality in female adolescents.  

I have absolutely no faith left in society after having to endure reading over 300 pages of research and analyze findings, correlate material to other articles, and explain the general douchebaggery that is society towards women.  

If one can not, objectively view society, than one can never live in truth.  To believe that there is equality is disgusting and a total false reality.  I don't ask for a lot in this world, a great pair of shoes, milk, and the company of my dog are about all I need.  Yes milk, not wine.  I do not like wine.  But what I do ask for is respect.  

And none of this, passive aggressive shit either.  Straight up respect.

I do not believe in gender myths, I do not believe in controlling the construction of gender, as I sure as hell DO NOT believe in incarcerating adolescent girls for sexually "immoral" behavior.  Incorrigibility is actually listed as a legal reason for placing girls in juvenile detention centers..really?  But boys get day treatment...is that because boys are genetically rowdy and it isn't that they are bad, its just that they got CAUGHT being bad?  

How come my hymen would have to undergo a purity test?  Why does my hymen matter to you..in fact, why does anything involving my genitals have to do with you or anyone.  So what if me and my whore pills want to enjoy some sexy time fun, isn't that my business?  And besides if all these ladies are out sexing it up, aren't there at least a quarter of men out there sexing it up?

Also, I am a women, a lady, a female, an adult.  I am not, and have not been for quite some time, a girl.  You can not devalue me as a person and refer to yourself as a man and me as a girl.  I am not sensitive because I am a women, I am sensitive because I value emotion and personal interactions are important to me.  I am not a slut or a whore or a cheap nasty tramp because I enjoy sex.  I enjoy sex because I have sexual organs used for sexual practices.  My vagina is a vagina because that is the biological and medical term for it.  It is not my secret spot, my special place, or a beautiful flower.  It is a goddamn vagina and God gave it to me.  I am free to do with my vagina what I would like.  As a man, you are free to do with your penis as you would like, as long as you and and your penis respect me and the fact that I have a vagina.

My vagina doesn't hold power or position over a man, it does not bargain or barter for anything.

I sound like I'm on my way to vagina monologues.  Well, I'm not.  I'm just finally, finally getting pissed at all of the ridiculous ways men and women act like complete and utter morons over genitalia.  I can't wait for this class to be over so I can go back to fretting about killer whales eating baby sales, Hello Kitty planes, and cooing over how adorable my dog is because babies just don't cut it for me. 

Personal hygiene optional

Trying to spend time with family in between work and school is difficult when you have so much school work to do that you begin to sacrifice even personal hygiene.  I have five months left before I move to Guam.

Currently the most pressing thought on my mind is: How will I get all of my new shoes to Guam?

I suppose when it actually comes to leaving, I probably won't care much for my shoes.  My dog has to stay behind.  I am not ok with that.

I am not ok with leaving behind the one thing in my life that I love more than any person on this earth.

I found out that I am covered under my insurance, turns out the first representative I spoke with (obviously) had no idea that Guam was a U.S. Territory since he listed it in the notes as "international" travel.  I called back just to double check since I encountered the same issue with my renters insurance.  Turns out the guy was wrong and I will be able to use my insurance at an in-network cost, I just have to pay upfront.. so lets hope I don't get malaria or Japanese encephalitis during my excursions throughout southeast Asia.

My dad keeps asking me "when are you leaving for that third world country, again?"  My dad is the most facetious bastard you will ever meet, and I mean that will all the love in the world.  I keep telling him that Guam has a Macy's and is in fact, NOT a third world country, but he will hear none of that.  Hopefully the Macy's in Guam will have a splendid collection of shoes so that I can drown my sorrows in them. 

Moving Along.

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This is Levi Wigglesworth. He's the coolest.