it has all gone too fast.

if i stop to think too slowly

i will cry and i won't stop

and it wont help.

today in work as i mopped spilt salsa and pepsi with a guy i recognised but didnt know, he said

"i know your face..."

"uh oh. go on then..."

"you're that head media girl"

"oh wow, you basically just called me the king of media!"

"well you are arent you? you gave us that talk about being a student rep, you love media!"

"yeah, media is my boyfriend."

never have i been so proud to be keen.

lipstick pintglass

whenever the topic of second wave feminism comes up i feel ever so guilty.

i remember one time last year when i asked if there was actually anything left for my generation of women to fight for, and was rightfully met with a set of raised eyebrows and a list.

it feels like my mothers generation fought so hard for things that we now just take for granted, and i often worry that i am unknowingly undoing all their good work by being so lazy and ignorant.

i spent an afternoon reading about third wave feminism over christmas and it makes a lot of sense, but as is always the case with the lack of time to consume useful information for a worthy cause, i didnt understand the complexities of the bigger picture, and didnt know enough to make a valid opinion on it all.

i cant stand the blank face i can feel myself pulling when someone makes a reference that i dont understand, or the awkward silence that follows one of my unwanted opinions.

it is things like this which make me feel very detached from everybody.

lectures

yesterday we learned about narcissicm (sp) and now i am very embarrassed.

"Fandom as Pathology: The Consequences of Characterization"

"What I am suggesting is that we respect and value other people as if they were us, because they always are"

-Joli Jenson