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Sat, 25 May 2013 00:22:04 -0400

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Sat, 25 May 2013 00:04:04 -0400

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Fri, 24 May 2013 22:29:23 -0400

Today, in Wal Mart, while I was looking at make up, a woman a little older than me walks up and...

Fri, 24 May 2013 13:24:00 -0400

Today, in Wal Mart, while I was looking at make up, a woman a little older than me walks up and asked me why I was giving in to misogyny. That as a young woman, I shouldn’t dress the way I do—in style, she said—because it’s been dictated by a man and its another example of men controlling women. That “style” is just a term meaning that I’m dressing for men.

What?

I’m a feminist (how is any woman not a feminist?) I may not be as hardcore as all of the feminists on Tumblr are but I am. So when someone random comes up to me and says I’m giving into misogyny by being stylish, it seems a little…dumb. Isn’t assuming I’m dressing for men and that I’m too ignorant to see it a bit too much to say to someone randomly?

I don’t dress the way I do because men want me to. I don’t do it to attract men or to repel men or anything surrounding men. I dress the way I do to make myself happy. And I don’t see how a cardigan, dress, tights and oxfords is considered dressing for men when in fact, it’s more like dressing for a librarian. If I was dressing to attract a man, or if my outfit was being dictated by a man, it would be going in the opposite direction.

We preach that we shouldn’t allow men to control us and that we have equal rights. Which is the absolute truth. But maybe be we should reevaluate what we say to people about misogyny before saying it

Just a thought.

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Fri, 24 May 2013 10:50:31 -0400

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Thu, 23 May 2013 00:11:54 -0400

Why can’t it be fall again, all of my clothes are better looking in fall.

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:46:26 -0400

Why can’t it be fall again, all of my clothes are better looking in fall.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 13:21:16 -0400

I have astraphobia, the fear of thunderstorms. That sounds incredibly silly, right?...

Tue, 21 May 2013 04:24:00 -0400

I have astraphobia, the fear of thunderstorms.

That sounds incredibly silly, right? That’s a child’s fear, something someone is supposed to grow out of, right?

Not for me. It didn’t go away, in reality, it got worse. Because I learned how storms work, how tornadoes naturally occur, what they sound like, it’s made it ten times worse that it ever has been. And. though I’ve lived with it my whole life, I have been able to control my fear to some extent.

When I’m with people, my fear is more of an infatuation, like one where you awe and gander from afar but are too scared to get close to it. I can deal with them like that. They aren’t as scary when there are others around.

But, when I’m alone, it’s like I don’t even know how to talk. I shake, and fight the urge to cry. I look at the weather radar, watch the news, turn on all the lights and stay away from the windows. I don’t know how to think past the storm, past, what I consider at the time, impending doom. And, the fact is, even when the threat is minimal and I know it, I still allow myself to “freak out”. I have to talk to someone constantly or I will have a panic attack. When I wasn’t dating anyone, I would dread summer. Summer is when storms occur the most, when I get the most panic attacks. See, my parents just sort of poke fun at my phobia because they don’t truly understand how scary it is for me. It’s not just the fear of thunder and lightning, it’s the effect that storms have that really gets me. Tornadoes, for one, are the biggest part of my fear. I’ve lived though half a dozen hurricanes in my life and I would rather deal with that than be in an area under a tornado warning. And, no one really gets that, so they aren’t really there for me in these times of need. So, that’s when having a significant other comes in, because they are almost always willing to allow you to call them and freak out and less likely to judge. Immediately, at least. I’m so glad I have a boyfriend who acknowledges my fear and helps me out.

I just don’t think I can thank Tony enough for helping me tonight through a storm induced panic attack. I really can’t.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 22:25:47 -0400