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Bittersweet.


Again I’ve neglected this poor blog awhile until I have something going on, but here I am again!

Tonight I’m not sad but I’m not happy either. Tonight marks the series finale of one of my favorite shows, of a show that’s kept me smiling and laughing and falling in love with the characters for years, tonight Parks and Rec, the Pawnee, Indiana Parks department is leaving me. It’s time to say goodbye to Leslie, who taught me it was okay and encouraged to be weird and passionate about things you love and care about, to Ben, who is the closest version of myself I’ve ever seen in a fictional platform – the nerd who geeks out about TV shows and Batman suits but who everyone loves and who found his soul-mate who thinks he’s the best. To Andy, the dork who is more like an exuberant puppy than anything else but who loves so fiercely and so loyally he’d do anything for his wife.  To April, who has a tough exterior but cares inside and is passionate and who won’t give up on her dreams. To Tom and Donna, who know how to treat themselves when it’s needed but to stay on track and do what needs to be done. To Ron, one of a kind, meat loving, no-nonsense Ron Swanson. To the entire department, that while they may be fictional, have meant as much to me as many of my dear friends and who have taught me just as much.

I’m also feeling bittersweet because this week marks two of my good friends moving away, out of Kansas. One to California, to be with her girlfriend and I am so, so happy for her, this is a great opportunity but I’ll miss the times and laughter we’ve shared. The other friend, to D.C., again this is a great opportunity for him and one that’ll take him closer to his dreams and give him more career paths to choose from. This week marks saying goodbye to them as well. I’m rotten at goodbyes, and change, even when they’ll inevitably be for the better.

I’m not sad completely, but goodbyes to people and to TV shows are hard.

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Good Things


(A compilation of good things of this week so I don’t forget and can look at)

  • Coffee with friends
  • PANCAKES
  • People willing to spend time with me for my birthday
  • Celebrating my birthday with the people I’m closest to in the world
  • Broken hearts healing
  • NEW FALL OUT BOY SONG
  • WWE
  • NEW FALL OUT BOY ALBUM IN LESS THAN 2 MONTHS
  • A band that has such deep and meaningful lyrics they can get me through over 10 years of hard times
  • Hanging with Sonjay and Tia like old times
  • Laughing at dumb jokes in the mall
  • Getting an entire bag of free scones from Radinas because I was there at closing
  • Long talks about important things
  • Unexpected birthday presents
  • People thinking about you
  • People wanting to talk to you :3
  • Love

I think I fell in love again, maybe I just took too much cough medicine.


The past days have been better – yesterday we celebrated my birthday early and even though it meant I was running on only 3 hours of sleep – it was very good for my soul.

Sonjay, Jay and I went to see Mockingjay and then went to IHOP and had a lot of delightful pancakes. After that, Tia and Sonjay and I briefly had coffee together and then I left to go watch the WWE Survivor Series with Jay.

It might not seem like much but honestly having those 3 especially who are always there for me and who took time out to spend with me – they’re so lovely. I’m so blessed to have them and even if that day sounds lame it was the best birthday celebration I’ve ever had.

And today – today Fall Out Boy came out with an AMAZING new song and released the date for their new album and that fills me with more joy than I can describe.

Blurring the Lines of Feminism: A Criticism of the Criticism of “Blurred Lines”


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Dear capital-F Feminists, Please Stop the Slut-Shaming. Love, a lower-case-f feminist. 

The first time I heard the funky beats of Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” emanating from my radio, I did what any normal, able-bodied human being would do…I boogied my ass off. But just days after the song’s meteoric rise to the top of the charts, scathing criticisms began to arise, citing sexual harassment, slut-shaming, and victim-blaming among many of the artists’ apparently blatant offenses. Because I could never QUITE make out the words behind Thicke’s panting falsetto, I decided to do my own research into the lyrics and see what was really causing the problem. What I found was shocking. I began reading the words fully expecting to arrive at the bottom not only incensed at their content, but also ashamed that I had ever bopped my head and shaken my buns to the beats.

What shocked…

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