Month: February 2018

Rant

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It’s been just over a week since the Parkland shooting, and I’m just getting over my disgust from the reactions it has received. When these children, children, were killed, people didn’t call for reform. They demanded that no one take their guns.

There is such a racial bias in the media, too. This shooter, who is white, is mentally ill. But any shooter who isn’t white is a terrorist. And now, because he’s a younger man, he’s 19 I believe, it’s a parenting problem.

“Kids wouldn’t shoot up places if their parents raised them better.” How about it just be that this violent person, who is their own person, is just mentally unwell.

Now the government and weird ass people, are saying the kids exposed to this shooting are crisis actors, they it is all staged. PEOPLE FUCKING DIED.

I’m so over it.

-Jane

Cuckold

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I’m currently sitting in a Shakespeare class, and we are discussing Othello and the word “Cuckold”. What is cuckold? It is a word that is used for a man when his wife cheats on him. There is no female counterpart word; nothing for when a man cheats on a lady.

Why is it that a man is scared to be cuckold? Pride, apparently. Men can’t stand to be cheated on; it bruises their ego. My friend whispered to me when the professor mentioned cuckold, my friend said “masculinity is so frail.” And it truly is. Women are expected to exact their petty revenge, pick themselves up and move on. Men, more times then not, become violent.

I find it interesting, the idea that it’s okay to betray women, but not men.

-Jane

I’m Back!

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Boy, it’s certainly been a while, hasn’t it? Let’s catch up!

I’ve recently turned 21, back in October; I’ve missed the anniversary of the blog, I’ve lost some friends who I thought were good for me, and I almost lost my father to sepsis after a botched operation.

Jack and I are still together, and I’ve learned that those you hold closest to you won’t be there for you when you need them. I lost friends over the fact that my father was on the brink of death. My dad had a gangrenous gallbladder, and when it was removed, the doctor cut open his bile duct. My dad spent a few weeks in the ICU because of this. The few friends I had decided that I was being petty and dramatic by backing out of a school trip to be with my father; and they haven’t spoken to me since. It hurt at first, but then I realized how nasty and toxic they are, and they aren’t friends I need.

I found solace in the true friends I have, and our friendships have grown even stronger. College is moving by quickly, and it is such a privilege for me to even be able to be attending, so I’m not going to waste my time on people who don’t care about me. I’ve been stewing over it since it happened a few months ago, but what’s the point? Why be friends with them when they will just talk shit?

I’m a lot happier now, and I see that. I think being able to get my feelings out, whether it be on here or in my journal, has made it tremendously easier. Of course, in my journal I write down everything I want to say to their face, but I won’t.

Classes are going well and I hope all my readers are doing well. I plan to write another post after this one, I’ve missed blogging.

-Jane