TIME’s new cover makes me so mad I could write essays about it, but instead I’m going to keep job hunting since in today’s world a university degree means nothing and therefore like much of my generation, I’m stuck choosing between minimum wage jobs and internships that I can’t afford to accept in an attempt to pay off my tens of thousands of dollars worth of student debt.
I’d be interested in reading this article to see exactly what makes us entitled and lazy. Are we lazy because more of us are completing high school and going to college than ever before? Are we entitled because our standard of living is declining? Do we live with our parents because we’re too slothful to leave or is because our education costs are getting steeper and steeper while we’re getting less and less aid?
Tell us, Time Magazine, about how we’re narcissistic little slugs when we’re faced with an economic crisis that resulted in a lowering of our standard of living, an increase in tuition costs and how when we get out of our very expensive schools, more and more of us are going to end up working minimum wage jobs.
we should probably accept the honest criticisms in the article. i can tell by the stout words and snarky tones written in the previous reblogs that no amount of sentences or historical references will convince you two of this.
but just know i have very good reason to tell you to accept these criticisms as a fact.
(via amberroseburr)
there’s a lot of time spent minimizing. there are quotes by the tumblr favorites carl sagan and neil degrasse about the immensity of our universe. but even in their words, bloated with astronomical knowledge, is a feeling of understatement. there are no words to measure the universe. it is bigger than what finite vowels or consonants we make up.
but there’s a lot of time spent minimizing.
it begins with the idea of a living space. an area agreed upon by all that it is yours to do what you want with, and allow who/what ever you choose to.
then, a space within that space. a segment dedicated to all things you.
then, a screen within that space. a square that feeds you the entertainment you’d prefer.
and, within that screen, is a series of communications that allow it to connect to an even smaller screen. one which you can take out of your space with you.
even outside your made up corner of the universe, you are allowed to minimize the world.
when you’re allowed the time to chase the tails of this thought it becomes very hard to do something and pretend it matters. over time you tell yourself things that you are, what you have to do to get what you want, etc. but these are just means of minimizing the case; that the universe is incalculably massive, and it doesn’t care.
this hollows things out. makes life seem like a personally-tailored facade. one moment, you’re a student out to set the world on fire. and in an instant, it becomes clear you’re a biological what-the-fuck that just so happens to think enough to pretend you’re not.
this is where things get dangerous. it’s very subjective right now. subjectivity is a feisty fuck. it charms you, like the warm sensations of a soft, heavy voice to the ears. tells you what you want to hear. what you’d prefer. its foreplay is fantastic.
it plays this game for a while. at first you’re not interested. you search around for the objective. but then, at your most vulnerable, it whispers the echos of everything you’ve experienced. it convinces you with its self-made knowledge of life. once pragmatic, you start to solidify. its whims are too much. you can’t even perceive where the foreplay ends, and the real fuck begins.
the proverbial first base, except, it’s your entire life.
at what point does it move on. can it even move on. does it know any other tricks, or is life reduced to your brain telling you what it thinks is true.
life is boring when you’re not mad.
His mouth stays agape
For a serum to sedate
“The quirks,” he murmurs
“Are too awkward to relate”
This brown juice he swallows
Gives substance to the hollow
Like art might with life
It gives form to his wallow
On this dimly lit stage
He quickly fits ways
To express, with no stress
The appeal he has gained
…It is vice…
…And it is sick…
But this nice will suffice
Though it sure does run quick
Through unwanted sips
With loosely part lips
It’s clear, to his ears
How smart are his quips
But Ian must know
In this bottle he tows
A temporary sanctuary
From ancillary woes
Though crude as it were
He does not detest
Today’s naughty scent
Is Ian’s whiskey breath
So last Friday (4.5.2012), the tumblr Suicidegirls (SG) website was discovered to be tagging their own images of models with the tag thinspiration (click here for proof). SG claim to be “redefining beauty”, if that is true why are they using the thinspo tag? Why are they lowering their own…
Can we all just agree Suicidegirls is pretty crappy and not redefining beauty at all? They already only show primarily white thin cis girls, whats a little actively promoting thispo?
Maybe they were using it ironically? Or perhaps they’re aware they hire thinner models (which they’re allowed to) and are acknowledging it without shame?
And maybe, just maybe, you should mind your own business to avoid making nasty assumptions about the definition of beauty?
(via jondhuskerdu)
