that my issue with Taylor Swift is not a thing about “Oh, she can’t sing” or “Her music gets played on the radio too much” or whatever.
It’s that I find so many of the messages in her music so incredibly demeaning, and the fact that she claims to “speak for all the girls out there” makes me really, really fucking angry.
You want to speak for all the girls? Try writing a song about how it’s actually wrong to go after a boy who has a girlfriend, because that girlfriend is going to get hurt and your happiness isn’t the only thing that matters in the world. I’ve been that girl three times, and no matter how much you villainize that person, they still matter. Try writing about how there is more to life than kissing in the rain and finding roses all over your bedroom. If you want to be known as the singer-songwriter who reflects the actual experience of teenage relationships, try writing a song about a girl who loses her virginity to a boyfriend and it’s not that big of a deal, really, and nobody cries. Don’t, for god’s sake, invoke the virgin/whore dichotomy in your music videos and contribute to that standard in our culture. Don’t say you speak for all the freaks and outsiders in high school when you are a rich, thin, beautiful blonde woman who grew up on an enormous estate in Pennsylvania.
And don’t infantilize yourself to sell records or appease parents.
What really makes me annoyed is that so many people hold her up as some kind of paragon of class and grace. There is a difference between being a classy, graceful celebrity and actively acting like an eleven-year-old, with an eleven-year-old’s standard of what relationships and love are like. She’s a twenty-year-old woman, she doesn’t need to be photographed hugging a teddy-bear. And it also goes to say, in a way — if you’re not this kind of person, if you curse or smoke or drink or have sex, you’re not a “good role model.” Which is to say, basically, you’re not a good person. And I’m sorry, but I don’t think those are great criteria on which to judge one’s worthiness as a person. There is nothing wrong with being a homebody or a polite person or not being particularly interested in smoking or drinking, don’t get me wrong. But when it’s sold as a brand of superiority over other women, that’s when I start getting queasy.
But like I said, more than anything, I dislike this warped worldview she perpetuates where “true love” is a real thing and once you find your Prince Charming, your life will be perfect and you will sing and dance and kiss in the rain and get married on white horses and then go back and live in the house in which one of you (probably the man) grew up. That’s not real life. In real life, people lie. People cheat. (Though cheating is fine if the other girl is cheer captain and you’re, heaven forbid, on the bleachers.) People smack their spouses around and drink too much and the more that you pretend none of that will ever happen to you, the greater the likelihood grows that it will.
And I dislike that this kind of weakness and helplessness is being marketed to young girls under the guise of romantic songs and pretty dresses. There’s so much more to life than being a princess.
My aunt is going insane. I told her I can’t babysit on Tuesday morning and she is losing her mind over it. How dare I have other things to do! She has to take her pilates class! The fact that I babysat for 8 hours yesterday and offered to babysit for 4 hours on Wednesday is not enough! Here is the text she just sent me:
“It is expiring plus really don’t believe it is too much to ask we agreed to 2 hrs a day for food etc we are happy to have you stay but i need help to and wld be spending that Money to get help the hrs ystrdy were awesome they cover sat sun mon thurs. there are 24 hours in a day i can’t believe you don’t feel like you need to contribute more? When you live with a family everyone helps everyone. It is seriously sad to me that you don’t want to spend the time with them and that 3.5 hrs in a week is asking to much.”
I definitely do my part. I did all the dishes for all 5 people, I keep my room and bathroom clean, and I make food for everyone. I am not her nanny!!!! Besides, I will be spending all weekend with the kids. I don’t work at all this weekend. So this crap about not wanting to see the kids is ridiculous.
Point all that shit out to her. Like literally just be like:”Look at all the things I do.” and list them.
"Sorry if I want free time for myself, I didn’t realize that was too much to ask."
If I had to go full headcanon for this, I think he’d be more happy with having any fragment of Dave their with him, whether it was the -real- Dave or not.
(Nothing soothes a tender heart like a familiar face.)
I think this is reaffirmed by Dirk’s statement. He found it sick for someone to MAKE a clone of themselves to die off or to simply not reach their full potential. Not necessarily that the clone is an abomination.
E-dick in this case, an analogy for pride, self-esteem, and competence in general.
I am going to be completely full of myself when I attempt to explain the joy it brings me when I am presented with proof that I have mass appeal, a shocking reminder of how human I am by basing my skill off of the…
Yeah call me lame, but I am actually crying right now.
This fandom means so much to me. I don’t care how stupid that sounds. This fandom is where I’ve met almost all of my friends, and met people all over who are all as crazy about the comic as I am. And I’m thinking now…