Oh tumblr. I’m worried about my Dad. He’s had a stomach ache off and on for a couple of weeks now, and he still hasn’t gone to the doctor, even though when me or my brother or Mom gets sick in any way he’s always right on top of telling to go get checked out and following up and all that… He’s dragging his feet and saying he doesn’t need to go to the doctor. It’s driving me crazy and I’m worrying and there is very little action that I can take. Tonight I called my brother and enlisted his help, because he’s the one that my Dad is mostly likely to be convinced by… If this doesn’t work I may have to threaten to not go to the doctor ever again until he goes or something equally mature like holding my breath. Worry worry worry.
Argh. The air conditioner is so loud that I can’t sleep. Which defeats the purpose of running the air conditioner at night, I think. Something will have to be done.
I wish I could get books delivered like pizza, because it’s 8:40 in the morning, and I finished book two in this trilogy last night, and I’d just like to get my teeth into book three for a couple of hours before I have to go to work.
Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.
Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to…
Hmmmmmm… Hopefully this won’t mean that suddenly my tumblr is linked more closely to my email account…
A catcall is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The purity myth is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The fetishization of female purity in a world where catcalls are an acceptable form of communication telegraphs one thing very clearly:
“Women, stop sexualizing yourselves—that’s our job, and you’re taking all the fun out of it.”
The sexualization of women is only appealing if it’s nonconsensual. Otherwise it’s “sluttiness,” and sluttiness is agency and agency is threatening.