Drisana, 19, student, feminist.
I'm a sophomore studying chem/physics, but I also like math, history, and literature, and I blog a lot about political and social issues. I can appreciate art and music from a distance, though I'm not the best at creating them. I never take myself seriously (so you probably shouldn't, either). This is just a repository of the thoughts that float through my head on a daily basis; feel free to ask me anything if you want to know! (:
Fitzgerald goes up to the counter and orders a grande coffee black. He adds cream and sugar, but when he drinks it, it tastes more bitter than he expected. He drinks it all anyway.
Dostoevsky goes up to the counter and spends two hours frantically trying to decide what to order. When he finally makes a decision, he sits in a corner and broods for the next several weeks. He is finally arrested for loitering and taken to prison overnight. He fears that he will face execution. He is an idiot.
if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.
it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them.
what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors?
If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.
This culture of “save the tatas” even goes as far as the doctor’s offices themselves. Most doctors request that the husband be present during surgical consultations, as though he has an equal say in the patient-professional discussion.
If the woman is single, as was my case, doctors have actually recommended postponing surgery until she finds a relationship, because “it could be nearly impossible to find someone who accepts it [your unnatural tatas] in years to come”.
I’m 15 months post-mastectomy, and the date I had this past week was the first time since then that a guy hadn’t reacted negatively to my scars. The relief was so overwhelming that I was fighting back tears. When I told him —essentially warning him that my body wasn’t what he must be expecting — I felt so guilty; it seemed to have the same weight and shame as telling someone I had some sort of an incurable STI or a felony record.
I shouldn’t have felt that way. I should not be ashamed of choosing to live.
Thank you for your important commentary! I hope you find someone who can love you for who you are and admire your strength as a survivor.
holy shit this just makes me so immensely disgusted and i actually feel sick to the core??? just. holy shit.
Robert Frost goes up to the counter and orders a tall pumpkin spice latte. He takes one sip, but he drops it on the floor almost instantly. “Nothing gold can stay,” he says sadly, and walks away into the fall evening.
I have a dog who loves me and keeps me company. And I give her food and take care. I’m very happy. And now, when she’s had seven puppies, I’m seven times happier. I thank Saint Francis for this happiness.
“It is the very mark of the spirit of rebellion to crave for happiness in this life.”
Henrik Ibsen, Ghosts