Except this STILL puts responsibility for preventing rape on people with vagina’s. Instead, how about “Don’t Rape”?
^^^^^^ summarizes my feelings
This is a terrible idea. First off, I don’t know any woman who would seriously walk around with basically a spiked-inside condom shoved up her vagina. Secondly, I could see many a woman using this as a revenge mechanism against a cheating boyfriend or something.
I am quite sick of the whole feminist movement with rape. I agree that “no means no” and that the whole phrase “she shouldn’t dress like that if she wasn’t asking for it” is complete and utter bullshit, rape is wrong, but God, please, stop being all “oh no, they made a fuckin condom with a spike in it to prevent a woman getting raped, that means their victim blaming!” Yes, people should stop raping people. But people need to also stop killing each other. People need to stop beating their children. Women need to stop divorcing their husbands so they can get alimony just as much as men need to stop beating their wives. I am so sick of hearing about how women are the victims (I’m not saying their not) but let’s face it, women are catty bitches and can be just as bad as men in some cases.
We all want to be sure of something…our job security…our future in our education…that our friends will always be there…that our significant other won’t leave us tomorrow…that God exists. We grasp at straws to make sure these things stay with us and are true. We want desperately to love and be loved in return. We rush things. We label our relationships…i.e. this is my best friend or this is my boyfriend. We enjoy the comfort in knowing that these things will last as long as we want them to.
But while we’re running towards that finish line and flailing about in order to feel safe and secure, we miss the point entirely. We rush to get things done. We rush to get through school. We rush to get married. Somewhere along the way, we forgot to feel. We forgot to enjoy the moment and realize what is good or isn’t good for us. We were controlling, manipulative and perhaps even a bit dishonest, not only with each other, but with ourselves. Somewhere along the line we forgot to just have fun.
We’re always rushing to get to that next step. To get to that next base in the ball field. Somewhere along the way, we forget to just…live.
To be or not to be...in acting (aka the cheesiest blog title ever)
This will be fun! This class is intimidating. I think I’ll like it. I’m pretty outgoing. I’m actually kind of shy. People like me, right? I’m too nervous. I don’t wanna embarrass myself. Who cares what people think? I’ll never find a perfect monologue. I found the perfect monologue. I’ve never even done a monologue. I don’t know how to act. I can’t act. I bet I could act. I act when I do cosplay. It’s just about having fun, right? I can’t do it. I’m gonna throw up. I don’t wanna think about it. I can do it. I’ll blow them away. I’ll surprise myself. I’ll embarrass myself. I won’t take it serious enough. It’s not so bad. But it is bad. I don’t wanna do this. Do I even have to do this? Can I even drop the class? But if I’m a theater major, I need this class. I’m stuck in this class. That’s okay with me. That’s not okay with me. I’m not okay with this. I’ll be fine. I should go to class. I can’t go to class. Oops I missed the bus. I hate myself. But I need a break from worrying about it. That’s okay, right? I need this class. I don’t need this class. I need this class.
Hard to read, isn’t it?
Unfortunately, that’s what’s been playing in my head for the past 24 hours.
Over and over and over again.
I’m a theater major at UT this semester and my classes are as follows:
Acting I Elementary Japanese I Fundamentals of Lighting Design World Civilization
A good, solid composition of a schedule, isn’t it? A wonderful variety of topics to learn. Japanese, I love it and I can’t get enough of it. Lighting design? Surprised me, it’s been great so far. World civ? Boring sometimes, but other times, rather interesting learning about the history.
But where I hit a bump is with acting.
At first, it was innocent, just a few games and exercises. But now we’re suppose to be doing two minute scenes. We’re suppose to submit our choice for our end of the semester monologue (which I actually ended up finding one that would be good for me). I won’t lie, I’m scared. I want to bolt. I was suppose to be on the bus 13 minutes ago but I could not come up with a scene, so therefore, I am not on my way to class right now and considering going to get Dunkin Donuts instead.
I’ve heard there are consequences for dropping classes as well, and you only get 4 for your entire undergrad career.
I am at a complete loss on what to do with myself right now. I’ve always been a fairly indecisive person, especially when it comes to school, but I feel right now I should at least have it narrowed down to the point where I don’t get scared when obstacles like this block my way.
I’ve tried to think of the pros and cons of each decision, but I feel like that’s useless. The situation is pretty much a “damned if I do” and “damned if I don’t.” Not to mention if I stick with theater, I will have to take it again.
“When somebody says, “I don’t think women should be raped for wearing short skirts, but what do they expect when they do go out like that?” what you are actually saying is that if a woman in a short skirt is raped, you will be less likely to hold her rapist culpable. Which makes a…