just today - a rant.
twitter proves to me that pretty girls can be prized for their dumb ass irrelevant thoughts and opinions too.
so for just today i wish i was pretty. i mean pretty like some of these “just your average girl” bloggers that i follow. you know the fashionistas, the stylists, wanna be models, photographers, supposed sexperts and two bit hip hop stars. they talk about clothes, sex and partying like that was all there is to life - they almost lead me to believe that its true.
carpe diem.
yolo.
“i wish that i could have this moment for life.”
whatever current pop-rap music is playing in the background, i wish i could just forget that its bubble wrapped in capitalism that kills people on a daily basis. i wanna bob my head because you know what, everybody else is doing it. i wish i didn’t know and could pretend that i don’t have to care.
i want to be oblivious just for today.
like those pretty girls, i wish i could just look the other way when “your girlfriend’s favorite rapper” comes out with yet another misogynistic video talking bout “i’ma beat that pussy uuhhp.” i wish i could just throw my hands up, take that shot of patron and say, “heyyyyyy this my song!!” i wish that there weren’t actually women out there who get beat up, get exploited and get bounced the fuck on for actually being good looking but don’t know what to do with it except make money and drink to it.
its not fair that my favorite bloggers only talk about shit that doesn’t matter, really. why do i have to be so critical? no one likes critics. people like reading about the new louboutins (did i spell that right?) they copped or the last concert they went to or the thirteen rounds of henny that they popped off last saturday. i wish i could feel okay about taking pictures of my breakfast lunch and dinner to share with the world without feeling like some kind of narcissist because really nobody gives a shit about what i eat. really.
i want to have a youtube page where i tell people about what i know and then have followers comment on how my hair always looks fresh and ask me what shade and brand my lipstick is because that is easier than trying to start a real conversation about things like modern day slavery, systemic racism and a brooding patriarchal philosophy that unwittingly whittles men into machines and women into objects without them knowing it. (i wear cheap reddish lipstick from walgreens, revlon i think.)
for just today i want to cast off the budding feminist in me so that i can be marvelled at like a piece of meat and be okay with it. because for just today i want to be pretty and dumb and unconcsious. its so easy. its so fun. its so abso-fucking-lutely trendy that it has to be the most important thing on this earth to talk about every minute of every hour. hold on, let me tweet this right quick.
okay enough of my day dreaming & complaining - time to get some work done.
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