Worst. Proposal. Ever.

When one of my favourite bloggers got a stupid proposal which puts the chutney on the movie “Indecent Proposal” digestible. Even so his lingo and attitude needs improvement. Not to chat girls up but to be a better human being.

I know maybe he may just be a nervous form of fellow but really I too make social faux pas but you know I do try to learn and grow from them but I dont act all great and crap.

Feeling a blue

 

was wearing blues; to a happy occasion
or seemingly happy — because it was the blues
I feel undervalued a bit at times
within a corporate sphincter
that breaks evenly
as a typhoon on edge
etching closer to self engulfing

many a times industrial gears are drawn really blue
now  I know why

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I wonder what most people are doing now. I myself am a bit active in my blog but those who usually read me have not said anything about my recent work so I am truly wondering if they hated or disliked anything. I do not mind criticism as long as its fair. We might have stylistic differences maybe some of our grammars might be different but a good opinion as in well written even bashing my writing it or being nice to it is hard to come by so please by all means tell me what you are thinking about.

And this is not only about my writing. I am curious to know what my regular readers are doing. Are they busy? Are their lives busy? Are they too busy in their own writing? Of course, lives are busy but I want to know how — are you guys doing any university courses? Are you guys doing any new kind of job? I really want to know what you are up to.

“I’d Rather Risk Rape Than Quit Partying” – Rape Culture and The Good Men Project

O_O —> my reaction after reading this review. How can someone blatantly admit they raped people and go around making a grand shit about it

The Belle Jar

I’m tired of blogging about rape culture.

No, honestly, I am. It gets exhausting after a while. It wears you down, you know? There’s just so much awfulness, so many rape apologists, and it takes a lot of energy to wade through it, dissect it, call it out and then deal with the backlash.

I’ve diagnosed myself with what Jezebel calls “rape fatigue“, a pretty accurate term for how I feel.

I wasn’t going to blog about anything serious this week. I was going to blog about cute things, funny things. I had a whole post planned out about how Red Fraggle is a feminist icon. It was going to be great, you guys.

And then The Good Men Project published a piece called “I’d Rather Risk Rape Than Quit Partying.”

And, well, here we are.

Let’s deconstruct this article, shall we?

We’ll start with the title:

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“Why Won’t You Educate Me About Feminism?”

Any woman or man can relate to this in both categories. The so-called calm and rational man is being “logically abusive” saying things that actually put two sexes and genders in conflict with one another. Contradictory statements like this dissolve individualism and uses collective reasoning as drone mentality. There can be collectively but they are not so wound tightly; they are semi permeable you can breathe in them.

The Belle Jar

He doesn’t hate women.

Above and beyond everything else, he wants you to know this: he does not hate women.

He has two daughters, for god’s sake, and a wife that he adores beyond anything else, and a sister that he texts every day and a mother who is the strongest person that he’s ever known – yes, stronger than any of the men he’s met. So don’t think that this is because he hates women.

If anything, his real problem is loving women too much.

See, he just wants his daughters to grow up safe and happy. And to be honest, some of the things that you’re saying – that these feminists are saying – are troubling to him.

He just wants to have a sort of academic chat. Peer to peer. Grownup to grownup. That’s all. He’s not saying you’re wrong – not by a long shot! He…

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soul study

there is no “proper methodology” of studying the soul
as in to know it like a slab of meat waiting to be devoured
some people prefer labels as corsets to bras or boxers to briefs
you can’t say which is really right because preference is usually
a mountain in formation and makes Maslow’s pyramid look like a poor kitsch imitation of life —- but we cannot subtract the soul
which we have learned to do

even if one is not religious or is religious a soul must looked at all angles all dimensions and even the 9th can count —– a secularist
may say soul is just bits stuck to the meat of us or another secularist
may say soul is a nebula before actually blastocyst and it is from there
the ideology of self starts from; all religions do not look at the soul the same way but all agree on an incarnation or a continuation; transmigration is not all foreign to the functions of a being —

—- postmodernism is at its heart a soul specialist too; it may not give credits to “depths” as in it does desire to be a pretentious quip but rawness of surface energy can only be radiant with a soul; does the moon not light up as a surface and need an energy to do so?  — a corpse is also a surface area reduced and dismantled so a soul for a surface is needed —- puncture the skin the heart bleeds with the fibres of nerves feeling the twinge and those who lack pain still know a heart is bleeding with the skin.  Postmodernists with their intertextual tongues carry more depths than rhizomes but maybe not into binaries of highs and lows like modernist weedy theories.

and what is the soul’s state now? In me? I have yet to study it but I am drinking tea and my soul is like a dew drop on a honey comb._—-

What I talked about earlier

 

Well, I mentioned that I was fat. And about fetishism. No, I was not only focusing on fat fetishism; that would be aa very limited approach to fetishism which is ironic because even though fetishism minimizes the diversity of its persecution is not limited. I use persecution because most fetishes do persecute and cloy and reduce people into othered objects. Sure,  we love others for their myriads of qualities which we may not see in ourselves but objectifying them solely for those traits is treating them lesser for who they are.

I am not only my fat. But my fat is related to a chain of other things like my health and that is why it cannot be ignored. My appearance may look better if I was thinner but that is not only the main issue. Some people look really cute with a little fat but being anorexic looking or too fat do not work with most people I know and see.

Does that make them less beautiful? Obviously not.

Does that them less healthy? Probably so.

Also, I am fat because I am depressed and I hope that I get out of it.  Beauty is so an umbrella term that figure is but just one part of it, personality and intelligence couple with empathy are other parts that may combine to illustrate the term beautiful. I am talking mainly about how I had gained weight as a delusional thought that eating much will eat up the mundane hours. I know how incorrect that it. Will I instantly change? There is a 0% in the horizon I see for that happening. But will it help me break out of it? Well, maybe, so —- I know I have a problem and I know  pretty much why so I will work towards trying to break the eating curse down.

I hope Allah Almighty will Help me to accomplish it.