Personally? When I say #notmypresident, I don’t mean that he’s not legally the president of the United States, although, I’m not even too sure of that, to be perfectly honest. I don’t think I won some kind of lottery that allows me to keep Obama as my own personal president. What I mean is that he is not a president who cares about the well-being of the MANY marginalized groups I belong to. I am not even a blip on his radar when he thinks about the people he looks to serve and care for. I am in that group of citizens he must merely tolerate, as a result of inheriting this country.
I know; no president can do what everyone in the country wants. But a president SHOULD make sure that everyone is at least safe and treated like an actual human. That’s the very least a president should do, and that is not what this one intends to do. So please don’t “well actually” me when I say #notmypresident. #fucktrump
Personally? In the time between when I close my eyes at night and when I actually fall asleep, I have my most dreamiest of daydreams. They’re high in fantasy, low in reality. To clarify, 90% of these daydreams are completely non-sexual. I fantasize about landing my dream role in Hamilton, people who are 100% wrong coming to confess to me about how right I am, becoming best friends with my favorite celebrities, finding out that people who have died didn’t really die at all, relationships that will never actually happen, fantastic vacations to beautiful locations, a Trump-less America, those kinds of fantasies.
Sometimes my brain tries to halt these daydreams and tells me “There’s no way this could actually happen!” I then shush my brain, and tell it “Of course not, but I’m within my right to play this out in my own mind. As you were.”
It’s my own private utopia.
Sometimes I go the opposite direction and play out what I can only call an antifantasy. I imagine a terrible scenario; a devastating earthquake, the death of a loved one, losing all my earthly possessions, being stranded in a desert, etc. Not because I want it to happen, but because I want to know how I’d hypothetically handle it. Or maybe because my brain just can’t help it.
Personally? I see my body hair the way some men see their facial hair – sometimes I have it, sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I shave my armpits and legs, sometimes I let it grow out. Sometimes I have a full manicured bush, sometimes it’s waxed completely bald. I honestly like it both ways for different reasons.
As a woman, I want the same freedom as men to have as much or as little hair as I want. I also want men to feel comfortable shaving or waxing THEIR body hair as well. Stop making everything men do for their bodies gay, and while we’re at it, stop thinking of gay as an insult.
Personally? I think motorcyclists (henceforth referred to as bikers) put too much responsibility on car drivers when it comes to road safety and accidents. Every time I hear about a car and a motorcycle colliding, I also hear “Drivers, be more aware of motorcycles. This could have been prevented if the driver had been more careful.”
These accidents are NEVER the fault of the biker? I absolutely understand that bikers are at much more risk of being injured or killed, but that doesn’t mean they can just run rampant all over the road and assume zero responsibility over what could happen as a result. Aren’t you, as a driver, more careful around a big semi truck? I know I am. I make sure I’m not doing anything that can cause an accident between me and this monster vehicle that can kill me.
In essence, vehicle operators have the propensity to suck no matter WHAT they’re operating. I’ve seen cars weaving in and out of lanes. I’ve seen bikers popping wheelies. I’ve seen drivers cut people off. I’ve seen bikers doing 90 mph. I’ve seen a car swerve, lose control, and hit an embankment with no one near him. I’ve seen a biker swerve, lose control and drop his bike with no one near him.
EVERYBODY needs to slow down and be more aware.
Psst…hey guys…it almost ALWAYS starts with non-verbal communication…
Personally? I don’t believe that age = wisdom. The fact that you have lived more years than the next person does not necessarily mean that you have more life experience. It does not mean you know more about the chosen subject than the younger person. All it actually means is that you are older.
There are people out there who are 20 years older than I am who could learn a thing or two from me, and there are people 5 years younger from whom I could learn. What really matters is what you’ve done with those years and, maybe more importantly, what those years have done with YOU. If there is someone you think should heed your self-appointed wisdom, your words should speak for themselves, not your resume of years on this Earth. And if a younger person has something to say on a matter, have a listen before writing them off as a life newbie. They might surprise you.