I’m a quasi-feminist. I believe that a woman should be able to sleep with as many people as she wants to and not be judged. Men are encouraged to do it and I think that the double standard is bullshit. I also believe that there is a difference between a woman who has a lot of sex and a slut.
There are a few rules when it comes to having casual sex:
1. Men with wives/girlfriends are off limits. I know that it’s just as much the other person’s fault if they cheat, but men are weak and only as faithful as their options, so it’s going to be hard for them to say no. Women can get sex anytime they want, men have to work for it. If you give them the option they will cheat, and it has nothing to do with them wanting you more or you being hotter or whatever you have in your delusional head.
2. You don’t need to tell everyone. I know people who just sleep around with an enormous amount of men, and no one has ANY idea because they keep their mouth shut about it. Of course you’re going to come home and tell your best friend that you just fucked the hottie from the bar, but you don’t need to announce it to a room full of people or tweet it. I’m not saying you need to be ashamed of it, but not everyone needs to know and if you don’t want people thinking you’re a slut, don’t give them a reason to. You can’t change people’s minds so change yourself.
3. Do NOT be a tease. The term “Vlut” has come to my attention recently, apparently it means a virgin slut. These people are the worst! Don’t go around grinding up on boys, showing your tits and cockblocking them from other girls if you’re not interested. If you don’t want to have sex, that’s FINE, but don’t prevent other people from doing so. Go find a boyfriend to hold hands with, no one will judge you.
4. It’s not a competition. If you want to have sex with someone and they want to fuck someone else, don’t ruin it. Don’t sabotage someone else’s relationship or sex just because you’re jealous. Go find someone else. Chances are if you’re casually sleeping with someone, you’re not going to end up dating them so let it go, don’t waste your energy trying to stop it or trying to make the other person jealous, it’s not worth your time.
Ok, kids, the moral of my story is: sleep with whomever you want, wear a rubber, and don’t be a cunt.
So, this didn’t bother me so much when I freshly turned 19 - which is legal age in my country - but, each year I get a little more annoyed with the fact that underaged kids are at the bar. Here’s why:
I rarely feel guilt … I come from a long line of female family members who specialize in making other people feel guilty and thus we have learned to feel no guilt ourselves. However, in many situations, I get this other feeling, this “Oh Jesus, I’m going to have to end this so I don’t look like a total douche” feeling where I know that I have to man up and be the bigger person, to apologize first, to admit to something I didn’t do or to let something go that I don’t want to. I fucking hate it.
Recently I got into a fight with a friend because she did something - something bad. Like, breaking girl code with her vagina bad. And I was mad. Still am, but we’re “best friends” and she has this terrible guilt and everyone wants me to let it go so I did. I was the bigger person. Do you know what that did? Made her feel better about herself and now it just makes me more upset because I can no longer complain about what she did and now all I can do is sit and stew about it and get more mad. This sucks. I’m vocal, I’m loud and I and not the kind of person to just let things go. But you’ve got to be the bigger person…
Who the fuck came up with this? Why can’t we take the low road once in a while? It doesn’t seem like anyone ever cuts me any slack when I fuck up! I’m going to start being the little person, at least then I’ll be satisfied.
FUCK YOU AL. Just kidding I love Al. Wish he had of told me he was peacing out before he left. Sobriety ya’ll.
I have a friend who said “I hear you’re going out tonight, we might go to the same bar”…. this is not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about when someone knows full well that you’re going out somewhere with someone and they feel the need to tag along. Like, if, hypothetically I went out after work every Friday night with, hypothetically, the same co worker because we, hypothetically, use that time to sit, make fun of people and talk about the things nsfw. And then if another co worker, hypothetically, decides that she wants to come with, makes you dance, go to the bathroom and, hypothetically, leave early because she’s not having a good time.
This is all hypothetical, of course, but it may have hypothetically happened tonight and annoyed the hypothetical shit out of me. I don’t do much with my weekends, please don’t take the little bit of joy out of my week.
GO GET A FUCKIN JOB AND STOP COMPLAINING THAT YOU’RE OVER EDUCATED AND UNDER EMPLOYED. Know people, who know people. That’s what you need. No one in this world gives two fucks about what you know… unless you know someone. Networking. Go get a job fuckers instead of going to a protest and complaining about how you don’t have a job.
Why are people famous for being famous? I get that Britney Spears can sing and Tom Cruise can act, but Kim Kardashian is famous because her father is a douchebag/ She’s a wannabe Paris Hilton - how sad is that?? Anyways … she had this huge wedding that cost more money than I’ll ever see in my lifetime and she made more money than she spent by selling off the movies and shit. (this bitch has a sex tape and had the audacity to wear not one, but THREE WHITE dresses.) Theeeennn she decided 72 days later that she just couldn’t do the marriage thing and filed for divorce.
There are gay couples all over the world who are being forced to live in secret, stay single, fake straight relationships - just to get the same rights as everyone else. And THIS BITCH is allowed to get married?? Oh hell no. If Doug and Ian aren’t allowed to get married because it’s going to ruin the sanctity of marriage, I don’t want to live on this planet anymore. Marriage has a 55% failure rate. Marriage is a fucking joke. Let the gays be happy, or, miserable like the rest of us. It’s the Kardashians and Hiltons of the world that we need to persecute.
Fuck the fame whores, and yay for gays!!
I went to university, four years of living on my own. I come home and don’t have a “real” job yet so I moved back into my parents house. Now, I get along with my parents and living with them is awesome - no bills other than my phone and car, always someone home to drive me around when I’m drunk, the fridge just magically fills itself … it’s the life.
But then one day you want to have sex. Fine, you’re out, you have a casual encounter with someone, that’s it, you got it in. But then you like this person, you want to do it again and pool tables and bathroom stalls just aren’t doing it anymore and you can’t take him home because you live with your parents and have a room across the hall from them. And of course you fall for a loser who is also living with his parents, so you can’t go there either. Car sex is awkward and uncomfortable… wtf is a girl to do? Or, better yet, where is she to do it?
So, you just got a new bag, it’s huge, full, smells life god’s vagina. You invite your friend over, and BOOM, they bring another friend. Did they pitch in on the weed fund? Fuck no they didn’t. Why should they be allow to smoke all of your ounce with you.
I wouldn’t give a fuck had they asked. But just because you didn’t, fuck you.
