Fueled on Anger and Glitter.
So I’m in an eclectic mood. That’s a fancy way of saying I can’t think of one thing to write about and I keep having random thought processes so need to write it all down.
Firstly, who’s psyched about the Fifty Shades of Grey film? Not me. Honestly, until like a week ago I was avidly watching the trailers (mainly to catch glimpses of Jamie Dornan topless) and didn’t really see the harm in a kinda-porn-y film being released (did I mention Jamie Dornan?!). But then I read an article quoting all the dodgy stuff in it and was like ‘Ohmygosh ew what is this’.*
*I was probably less American schoolgirl-y but that was the general drift.
Basically, the books (who knew it was a trilogy?) are about a supposed ‘love’ story between Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele. The inverted comments refer to the fact that Christian literally rapes Anastasia. That’s not a love story, that’s sexual (and emotional) abuse. Sorry for the crudeness but it makes me so angry that books like this are allowed to exist. I’m not condemning the entire genre of ‘erotic fiction’ (ew, writing that makes me squirm) because I understand that appeals to some people, but a book promoting rape and abuse is not right. Neither am I judging BDSM practitioners (that’s the official term, in case you thought I was being weirdly formal) because a true BDSM relationship is based on consent, which the ‘relationship’ in Fifty Shades of Grey is not.
Urgh, rant over.*
*Well I’ll probably continue to rant about it to anyone that will listen.
Moving on. So, I have this friend who is a walking contradiction. I’ve literally never met someone so internally (and externally) at conflict. For example, she loves Ariana Grande (don’t shoot her please guys) and wears pretty bows in her hair and is like seriously hot, but also has some crazy obsession with seeing a dead person, has no qualms about killing animals (I’ve only ever witnessed her flushing zebrafish eggs and water fleas down the sink so maybe that isn’t a very good example) and thinks mothers can kill their children if they want to. Of course, I’m kinda hypocritical considering I love pink but will destroy anyone who assumes I like pink because I’m a girl, and I want to be a doctor but have a full-on phobia of injections. I think this is why we get on so well. Neither of us are what we appear to be, which is good, because why should we have to live up to what other people expect us to be? I think I may have just turned her (fairly innocent but still heartless) personality into a feminist rant. Typical. Anyway, I just wanted to mention her because I think she’s great (but she does suck at biology experiments).
I want to pick a little bit of what I just said and expand upon it, because it’s kind of important. Just because I like pink, sparkles and James Blunt, does not mean I’m naive, or think girls can’t kickass as much as any other gender out there. Just because I wear makeup, does not mean I think girls should base their self-worth on how attractive other people think they are. Stop stereotyping and generalising 50% of the population. And while we’re at it, stop stereotyping any group in society because…well, just because.
So, that’s about it. Well it’s not really, I’d say that’s about 1/3 of the stuff going through my brain right now, but that was the write-down-able third. Here’s a little crazy contradiction-y fact for you to end your day with:
hey! i'm an 21 year old medical student (currently intercalating in anthropology) living it up in east london! i spend my spare time playing dixie chicks on guitar (badly), attempting to do yoga and turning it up at my church.