holy drama
so television produced these highly intence dramatic situations, which all have a sweet and perfect resolution accompanied by a melancholic soundtrack. this process lasts 24 minutes. all day and all night 24 minutes packed with drama and resolution.
and it seems that perhaps as television watchers we have decided that that kind of drama is something that we cannot live without.
so i meet you internetically.
over a 2 minute conversation.
you add me to your internet journal
and you say something wierd on mine.
i really have no emotional connetion to this this, but it is a fun way to release a little bit of the crazyness that otherwise would be released having pillowfights with an unsuspecting roomate...
since this "friendship" (read: journals linked to one another) tells you NOTHING about what my passions or belives are... you comment something that makes me roll my eyes..
since its my journal i choose to delete the post, no offence, it was an inocent post, i understand, but if we where really friends you would know that i feel marriage is a patriarchal institution created as a way to own and control women.
second, why would i want to do your laundry?, i am never going to be anyones wife, but if i choose to share my life with one person solely ( i really do not think this would ever happen...) but if i did, it would be an equal partnership,
so if a stranger askes me to marry then and for me to do their laundry i read this as:
1) you want to control me
2) you want me to serve you
which insults me,
BUT i understand that you knew nothing of my feelings and belives, and that your post was an innocent one.
again i chose to erase it.
really no offence.
holy drama.
seek and ye shall find.
so television produced these highly intence dramatic situations, which all have a sweet and perfect resolution accompanied by a melancholic soundtrack. this process lasts 24 minutes. all day and all night 24 minutes packed with drama and resolution.
and it seems that perhaps as television watchers we have decided that that kind of drama is something that we cannot live without.
so i meet you internetically.
over a 2 minute conversation.
you add me to your internet journal
and you say something wierd on mine.
i really have no emotional connetion to this this, but it is a fun way to release a little bit of the crazyness that otherwise would be released having pillowfights with an unsuspecting roomate...
since this "friendship" (read: journals linked to one another) tells you NOTHING about what my passions or belives are... you comment something that makes me roll my eyes..
since its my journal i choose to delete the post, no offence, it was an inocent post, i understand, but if we where really friends you would know that i feel marriage is a patriarchal institution created as a way to own and control women.
second, why would i want to do your laundry?, i am never going to be anyones wife, but if i choose to share my life with one person solely ( i really do not think this would ever happen...) but if i did, it would be an equal partnership,
so if a stranger askes me to marry then and for me to do their laundry i read this as:
1) you want to control me
2) you want me to serve you
which insults me,
BUT i understand that you knew nothing of my feelings and belives, and that your post was an innocent one.
again i chose to erase it.
really no offence.
holy drama.
seek and ye shall find.
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oddproxy:
a femanist? heh, i would be up for it, but we would have our work cut out for us..heh.
oddproxy:
me again.. what was that web adress again for ur art? when i posted a new journal, all the comments left. i really want to see ur stuff..sorry bout that