Monday, October 28, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
At this strange point in our lives, we're struggling with practically everything. There's boobs and school and this thing that's so far away, but actually isn't, called college. And boys and everything else that's equally as stupid and equally as un-comprehendably important in our lives. (Although we can take the time to laugh about how silly it all seems from an objective point of view.)
Now, there's one question that circled my brain from the time I was about 10, and that is, What is a Feminist. Am I one? Do I see them on the street? Are they like Clark Kent but instead of a cape, actually have a vagina costume underneath their turtle necks, (oh wait, who needs a costume.) As I've matured, in the slightest, from 6 years ago I've learned quite a bit about what it actually means to be a feminist and what the said "qualifications" are. But in fact, anyone who's thinking about it or reading this or cares about what happens to there bodies and doesn't want the government in their pants, probably is one.
“I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.” Thank you Rebecca West, you will forever be one of my favorite people ever.
Feminism is not a romantic path but it's one you have to take. I mean seriously, who wants some old white men telling you what's up down there? It's like, guys, it's mine, not yours, and you can't have anything to do with it. It reminds me of elementary school when kids used to steal my lunch and I'd get super over-protective and protest by not speaking and hiding my crackers and apple in my sweatshirt, (those were the days.) I think this comparison is actually pretty valid, the bullys are the, let's say, anti-feminists, I'm the feminist, and my lunch is all of our rights. We've gotta do whatever we can to make sure we protect them. If that means hiding them in our sweatshirts, so be it.
Girls are taught that we have to be perfect, wear makeup, be skinny, smart but not too smart, like the color pink. It's truly an anti-girl-feminist world we live in. We're bombarded by so many things, stereotypes, inequalities, battles for our bodies, and the big one, SOCIAL MEDIA. It's rough, really rough, and not everyone can take the pressure and it's easy to fall into the peer pressure of it all. Really easy. One thing I've tried doing is keep a list in a notebook filled with all of the things that I hate that aren't equal or right or anti-girl. it's a long list.
And this Tumblr legit makes me want to run out of my house screaming down the street, EQUALITY, MOTHER NATURE'S A BABE FOR A REASON, MY VAJAY-JAY MY RULES. Seriously though.
So now, run, be free, wild, feministy. Go do your thing with integrity and awesomeness. Cause girls rule.
See ya later alligators
Friday, September 20, 2013
P.S., I'm now the vice president of the photo club at school and I'm so pumped! Seriously, I'm so excited. I love getting feedback on my photos and you can't get much of that really and having your peers tell you like, hey this is cool! or, y'know that composition is pretty boring. Some helpful stuff right there.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Hi! My name is Blakey, and I'm a 15 year old sophomore in Portland, Maine. I'm independently schooled, meaning I read and cook and write and do most everything on my own. Clothing is my passion, (and if it was possible, I'd like for my closet to be the size of the Titanic.) Without fashion, our personalities would be confined to the space inside our heads. Thank goodness, that's not the case. When I'm older I'd love to be an architect or maybe work in magazines.