I'm Ashley and if you knew my last name you'd probably make an obnoxious mustard joke, so I'll save you the embarrassment. I come from a cray cray suburb in Tejas, but I'm now spending most of the year living it up in D.C. I enjoy making metaphorical love to my platonic soul mates, passing for a lesbian, drinking chai tea in coffee shops, writing esoteric poetry, being a gay rights activist and laughing at my own jokes. Also, Fitzgerald is the love of my life. Oh, and just so you know, if you have facial hair I require that you shave before reading my blog because I have a slight case of pogonphobia. Grassy ass.
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I’ve probably said a million times how much I hate this blog for reinforcing rigid gender norms, established over centuries of patriarchal dominance and superficially denied but implicitly embraced in U.S. pop culture, but I’m going to say it again.
Women don’t need to be told to apologize. That doesn’t define you as a “lady.” It’s something women are socialized towards already. I prefer this, “The #164 Rule of a Person: be considerate of others when you can and acknowledge it when you aren’t.”
Commentary.
There was some “how to be a man” feature on the front page of the entertainment section of the paper today. I about threw a fit.
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