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On secret romance and mysogyny
Sep. 11th, 2006 03:38 pmSo, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coreyoreo brought up some interesting points in regards to Hinder's Lips of an Angel.
My girl's in the next room/sometimes I wish she was you/I guess we never really moved on....
According to Core, the song is mysogynist and promotes infedility and romanticizes affairs. The man has a point. He really does. This guy is with one woman while confessing his desire to still remain with his old flame.
How assholistic is that?
Yet women LOVE this song, myself included.
It appeals to the romantic tendencies in women, that part of us that revels in the idea of a secret affair, that special sort of longing you have for someone because you broke up for the wrong reasons (or so you think).
News flash to men: You can call the song mysogynist all you want, and most of us won't argue. However, that doesn't mean that we're going to stop listening to it.
This is one of women's guilty pleasures (I think romance novels are the other one). We all want to have that secret affair that's bursting with passion and true love, both with the emotions multiplied because you know you could be found out at any second.
I'm thinking this one dates back to before Romeo and Juliet, probably all the way to David and Bathesheba (and maybe before that, but it's the earliest reference point I can recall right now). Granted, the Bible doesn't put a very romantic spin on it, but anyone who's seen the painting of Bathesheba and David (either in the Louvre, or on the net), understands what I'm talking about.
Hell, all you have to do is watch any version of Romeo and Juliet, or examine the British/Irish legend Tristan une Isolde (which Vaugher made an opera out of long before it came to film).
Women like that type of romance, and at the same time, few of us ever actually WANT it in real life, because most of us are smart enough to know that the fairytales, while they are fairytales, got something right when they all ended tragically.
So instead we turn to books and movies, and revel in new songs about this hidden type of romance.
It's not a crime. It's just a pleasure, and not even a guilty one for some. It is for me (which is why I hide my romance novels and listen to love songs on low), but that's neither here nor there.
I guess my point is, you can bash it, but it won't stop us. We're also smart enough to tell fact from fiction...so let us have our fiction, at least for a little while.
Sometimes, it makes reality a lot easier to deal with.
coreyoreo brought up some interesting points in regards to Hinder's Lips of an Angel.My girl's in the next room/sometimes I wish she was you/I guess we never really moved on....
According to Core, the song is mysogynist and promotes infedility and romanticizes affairs. The man has a point. He really does. This guy is with one woman while confessing his desire to still remain with his old flame.
How assholistic is that?
Yet women LOVE this song, myself included.
It appeals to the romantic tendencies in women, that part of us that revels in the idea of a secret affair, that special sort of longing you have for someone because you broke up for the wrong reasons (or so you think).
News flash to men: You can call the song mysogynist all you want, and most of us won't argue. However, that doesn't mean that we're going to stop listening to it.
This is one of women's guilty pleasures (I think romance novels are the other one). We all want to have that secret affair that's bursting with passion and true love, both with the emotions multiplied because you know you could be found out at any second.
I'm thinking this one dates back to before Romeo and Juliet, probably all the way to David and Bathesheba (and maybe before that, but it's the earliest reference point I can recall right now). Granted, the Bible doesn't put a very romantic spin on it, but anyone who's seen the painting of Bathesheba and David (either in the Louvre, or on the net), understands what I'm talking about.
Hell, all you have to do is watch any version of Romeo and Juliet, or examine the British/Irish legend Tristan une Isolde (which Vaugher made an opera out of long before it came to film).
Women like that type of romance, and at the same time, few of us ever actually WANT it in real life, because most of us are smart enough to know that the fairytales, while they are fairytales, got something right when they all ended tragically.
So instead we turn to books and movies, and revel in new songs about this hidden type of romance.
It's not a crime. It's just a pleasure, and not even a guilty one for some. It is for me (which is why I hide my romance novels and listen to love songs on low), but that's neither here nor there.
I guess my point is, you can bash it, but it won't stop us. We're also smart enough to tell fact from fiction...so let us have our fiction, at least for a little while.
Sometimes, it makes reality a lot easier to deal with.
On the manic side of paradise...
Sep. 1st, 2006 11:59 pmSo, I was talking to someone, and somehow our conversation got onto drugs. Cocaine, specifically.
And it suddenly occured to me that while, yes, I have an addictive personality (I do, although I'm only addicted to caffeine and the interenet), the time I did coke, I didn't get hooked.
Becuase the time I did coke, I was manic.
I'm not sure how you describe a mania high to anyone who isn't bipolar or manic depressive. You can't really. They don't make mania into a drug, unless you count speed, but even speed doesn't match mania.
When I'm manic, it's so much better than any drug I could ever take. Coke, angel dust, speed, pot, heroin...I think being manic outdoes all of that.
But being manic comes with a very, very high price. EVERYTHING is a beautiful, amazing, original idea when you're manic, and it absolutely has to be done RIGHT THIS MINUTE, or you will lose the oppurtunity forever.
It's part of the reason I have a scarification on my back. It's part of the reason I've had my cartelidge repierce four times. It's solely the reason I have a corset. I think it a very good thing that my mania never led me to try any drug stronger than coke (and I thank the gods I was manic when I did the coke, or it's possible I would've become addicted).
Those who are bipolar know what I'm talking about. I know people who are bipolar who regularly and consistently do a long round of drugs, from alcohol to heroin, because they're manic, and they think it's a good idea. I know one girl at my university that's severely bipolar, and was so addicted to the mania that she would go out and buy speed, to help increase it. I think for a little while, when she was in a severe depressed cycle, she was exchanging blowjobs for speed, in hopes that she would shoot back into a mania.
She was crying pretty damn hard when we had this conversation, so I may have misheard her.
Being manic is pretty when it's controllable. You're beautiful and immortal and you can do ANYTHING.
I know. I wrote six novels, half of a thesis, consistently believed that if I could just cut my veins deep enough, I'd be normal again, and tried to throw myself out a window. Because I honestly thought I had wings.
I take it back. The net and caffeine aren't the only things I'm addicted to. Cutting is also an addiction, and I'll probably never stop thinking that it's beautiful. Sign of an addict, I know, but no one said I was normal.
I'm not even sure why I'm typing this. It's certainly not aimed at any one particular person, and it really doesn't even have a point.
Oh, wait. Yes it does. It was that idiot who thought bipolar people were drug addicts or attention whores. Hee. Stupid boy, I'll rip your kidneys out, and strangle you with your own intestines, and we'll see who's laughing then.
And it suddenly occured to me that while, yes, I have an addictive personality (I do, although I'm only addicted to caffeine and the interenet), the time I did coke, I didn't get hooked.
Becuase the time I did coke, I was manic.
I'm not sure how you describe a mania high to anyone who isn't bipolar or manic depressive. You can't really. They don't make mania into a drug, unless you count speed, but even speed doesn't match mania.
When I'm manic, it's so much better than any drug I could ever take. Coke, angel dust, speed, pot, heroin...I think being manic outdoes all of that.
But being manic comes with a very, very high price. EVERYTHING is a beautiful, amazing, original idea when you're manic, and it absolutely has to be done RIGHT THIS MINUTE, or you will lose the oppurtunity forever.
It's part of the reason I have a scarification on my back. It's part of the reason I've had my cartelidge repierce four times. It's solely the reason I have a corset. I think it a very good thing that my mania never led me to try any drug stronger than coke (and I thank the gods I was manic when I did the coke, or it's possible I would've become addicted).
Those who are bipolar know what I'm talking about. I know people who are bipolar who regularly and consistently do a long round of drugs, from alcohol to heroin, because they're manic, and they think it's a good idea. I know one girl at my university that's severely bipolar, and was so addicted to the mania that she would go out and buy speed, to help increase it. I think for a little while, when she was in a severe depressed cycle, she was exchanging blowjobs for speed, in hopes that she would shoot back into a mania.
She was crying pretty damn hard when we had this conversation, so I may have misheard her.
Being manic is pretty when it's controllable. You're beautiful and immortal and you can do ANYTHING.
I know. I wrote six novels, half of a thesis, consistently believed that if I could just cut my veins deep enough, I'd be normal again, and tried to throw myself out a window. Because I honestly thought I had wings.
I take it back. The net and caffeine aren't the only things I'm addicted to. Cutting is also an addiction, and I'll probably never stop thinking that it's beautiful. Sign of an addict, I know, but no one said I was normal.
I'm not even sure why I'm typing this. It's certainly not aimed at any one particular person, and it really doesn't even have a point.
Oh, wait. Yes it does. It was that idiot who thought bipolar people were drug addicts or attention whores. Hee. Stupid boy, I'll rip your kidneys out, and strangle you with your own intestines, and we'll see who's laughing then.
You know you better than anyone else...
Jan. 1st, 2005 02:36 pmWell, I had a busy morning. Got up around ten and went to a Bodyflow class. Then I was on the bike for thirty minutes. After that, I had lunch at Osaka (I LOVE their food) and then came home and cleaned up the kitchen.
I just finished reading an old Babysitter's Club book. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I was curious to see the difference in reading it when I was thirteen, and reading it now, when I'm twenty. It's so juvenile! But the author did an excellent job of capturing the feelings of the characters and the fact that it was a lazy summer.
*grins* Still...I think I'll stick with my study books and Baroness Orczy.
In other news...my dad's going to join the MVP club at Hollywood. It's a thing where you pay $10 a month and you can check out any video free of charge. Plus, since we've got the DVD burner now, we can burn our favorite videos. Yay!
Nine more days before the semester starts. I'm really excited. I need to get through the first chapter of my anatomy book, and finish the second chapter of my French text. Otherwise, all I have to do is examine my annotations in Religion and Public Speaking.
I think I'll go study now. See if I can knock out five more pages.
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I just finished reading an old Babysitter's Club book. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I was curious to see the difference in reading it when I was thirteen, and reading it now, when I'm twenty. It's so juvenile! But the author did an excellent job of capturing the feelings of the characters and the fact that it was a lazy summer.
*grins* Still...I think I'll stick with my study books and Baroness Orczy.
In other news...my dad's going to join the MVP club at Hollywood. It's a thing where you pay $10 a month and you can check out any video free of charge. Plus, since we've got the DVD burner now, we can burn our favorite videos. Yay!
Nine more days before the semester starts. I'm really excited. I need to get through the first chapter of my anatomy book, and finish the second chapter of my French text. Otherwise, all I have to do is examine my annotations in Religion and Public Speaking.
I think I'll go study now. See if I can knock out five more pages.
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I think I might be a model
Sep. 12th, 2004 09:31 pmOk, for some reason, I took a HUGE leap of courage today. I wanted to try modeling. So I went to onemodelplace.com and signed up there. My ID's 123454, if anyone cares. I put up a pic, and info and then went to check my email. In less than ten minutes I had two offers, one paid, one TFP (time for print).
Within 45 minutes I had 14 more offers, including three agencies. By that point, I had to meet Corey for dinner, so I grabbed my cell and called one of the agencies. They look really, really good. So we met him over dinner. He gave me a contract, and was totally open about letting me give it to my parents and have them look at it.
We're going to add a few paragraphs about no nudity (which is moot, cause the agency doens't do nudes, but anyway) and fees and stuff. Tommrrow mom and I are gonna check out the company. It looks very legit, and he's already got a few names he can give me.
So...by this time tommrrow, I may be a model with photo shoots. And I'd be doing fetish and alternative work. Corsets, stockings, thigh high boots, stiletto heels, ect.
I am SO pleased. It will be the first time I've been praised for my body instead of my mind. It should be interesting.
Within 45 minutes I had 14 more offers, including three agencies. By that point, I had to meet Corey for dinner, so I grabbed my cell and called one of the agencies. They look really, really good. So we met him over dinner. He gave me a contract, and was totally open about letting me give it to my parents and have them look at it.
We're going to add a few paragraphs about no nudity (which is moot, cause the agency doens't do nudes, but anyway) and fees and stuff. Tommrrow mom and I are gonna check out the company. It looks very legit, and he's already got a few names he can give me.
So...by this time tommrrow, I may be a model with photo shoots. And I'd be doing fetish and alternative work. Corsets, stockings, thigh high boots, stiletto heels, ect.
I am SO pleased. It will be the first time I've been praised for my body instead of my mind. It should be interesting.
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Sep. 6th, 2004 09:55 pmI've been looking at Cosmo recently. I feel like I'm caught between two seperate worlds. One world is college dorms and tests and jeans and friends. But the other is high heels and skirts and deadlines and raw fear. I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to be a working woman and a college student.
And my choice of magazines just seems to confuse me even more. Cosmopolitan is too sex-oriented, too liberal, too career-orientented. It disses housewives and tells women to focus on their men. It doesn't work for me.
But I've outgrown Seventeen, the girlish magazine on how to get him to notice you and how to organize your locker. I'm past lockers. I'm in college, and I have a full time job. But it's a job where people stay for the rest of their lives. It's a job that people major in. No one majors to be a waitress. That's what happens if you're dealt a shitty hand in life. Being a journalist is a life goal for some people. It's not my life goal. But I wish I knew all the rules. I feel like...well, like the college interm who has no clue what's happening. I'm so scared I'll fail that I feel it in my feet.
Jennifer freaks me out really bad. I'm so jumpy and nervous around her. I hate being yelled at, and I cringe when she comes over to my damn cubicle. What type of career is that, when you're terrified of your boss? I never know how to act around her, and I don't want to piss her off. I'm just scared. Jesus, I wish I could just be a waitress or something. But I like my job. I do. I don't want to do it for the rest of my life, but I enjoy it for now. I just wish I had a different supervisor.
I feel really lost. Admitting to myself that Hannah and I weren't going to work was one of the only honest things I've ever done. She had the guts to actually break up, and we're a lot better off now, I think. It's easier to talk to her. We're more normal around each other, more like human beings. Ironic that breaking up with her was honest. Goddess.
I just wish things weren't so stressed. I wish to God I was going to Craven tommrrow instead of to the Sun Journal. At least at Craven I wouldn't be so bored.
Me
And my choice of magazines just seems to confuse me even more. Cosmopolitan is too sex-oriented, too liberal, too career-orientented. It disses housewives and tells women to focus on their men. It doesn't work for me.
But I've outgrown Seventeen, the girlish magazine on how to get him to notice you and how to organize your locker. I'm past lockers. I'm in college, and I have a full time job. But it's a job where people stay for the rest of their lives. It's a job that people major in. No one majors to be a waitress. That's what happens if you're dealt a shitty hand in life. Being a journalist is a life goal for some people. It's not my life goal. But I wish I knew all the rules. I feel like...well, like the college interm who has no clue what's happening. I'm so scared I'll fail that I feel it in my feet.
Jennifer freaks me out really bad. I'm so jumpy and nervous around her. I hate being yelled at, and I cringe when she comes over to my damn cubicle. What type of career is that, when you're terrified of your boss? I never know how to act around her, and I don't want to piss her off. I'm just scared. Jesus, I wish I could just be a waitress or something. But I like my job. I do. I don't want to do it for the rest of my life, but I enjoy it for now. I just wish I had a different supervisor.
I feel really lost. Admitting to myself that Hannah and I weren't going to work was one of the only honest things I've ever done. She had the guts to actually break up, and we're a lot better off now, I think. It's easier to talk to her. We're more normal around each other, more like human beings. Ironic that breaking up with her was honest. Goddess.
I just wish things weren't so stressed. I wish to God I was going to Craven tommrrow instead of to the Sun Journal. At least at Craven I wouldn't be so bored.
Me
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Aug. 31st, 2004 08:27 pmI'm reading erotica and posting on religious sites. Think I've gotten haywired a bit?
