hplssrmntc8688 replied to your post “You know, I do so enjoy when people freak out about not tagging…”
How long after a show airs do you think it’s appropriate to stop tagging?
Honestly, I’m just looking for the day after. I don’t think that’s asking much.
Oh boy, do I hate getting asked the question, “Do you ever think you’ll settle down?” Settle down implies that you equate what’s happening in my life now with chaos; to settle down is to imply that I’m currently unsettled, which I’m not.
I’m very settled. I have a job, pay my taxes, enjoy my family and my friends. I have a home, a savings account, pastimes I love. I have a fucking retirement fund. I am very settled.
Asking me when I’m going to settle down implies that you think my life is lacking something, and most times what you’re really trying to ask me—thinking it’s much more polite if you phrase it in this manner—is “Are you ever going to find a man and get married?”
Here’s the truth: I don’t need another person to feel settled. Being in a relationship has nothing to do with being settled. Being happy with yourself and your choices and where you’re at in life makes you settled. Some people need another person, require companionship to be settled but I do not.
So kindly fuck the fuck off and stop believing that it’s a universal truth that for anyone to be whole, complete and secure with themselves means that they need to be in a relationship.
Knowledge is power, and we can promote a healthier relationship with sex. But first we need to stop perpetuating the following 17 myths about female sexuality.
This should be retitled “17 Lies We Need to Stop Teaching About Female Sexuality” because #5 specifically seems to be something that many, many men perceive as the norm.
Bill Hader as a guest on SNL on 10/11.
…didn’t Bill just leave, like a hot second ago?
You know, I do so enjoy when people freak out about not tagging something “spoilers” and then proceed to post a zillion spoilers of their own.
An intelligent, unassumingly beautiful female lead, check.
A mysterious, swoon-worthy, musically-inclined male character, check.
Teenage issues and drama, check.
Love, romance, and kilig factor, check.
Ease and mindlessness of reading, check.
This story has all the elements of a guiltily pleasurable Chick Lit. If it was badly-written I would definitely feel guilty that I found it pleasurable, but I dived in and I found myself swimming in a writing style I aspire to have, getting to know characters I would want to see come alive onscreen, and turning page after page for the next three days wanting to find out more about Sawyer and Serena—because despite the odds, I was rooting for them.
I had no quotes bookmarked. I didn’t need to take time to ponder on passages and think about their validity, but this isn’t indicative of the writer’s abilities. Katie Cotugno strings her words well. In the wrong hands, this plot could easily turn to cheese, but she writes her leads in a sharp voice that is consistent with their youth and the careful characterization she has developed.
It’s been a while since a book didn’t leave me disappointed (a while, meaning two or three books ago :p). I take issue with the teenage pregnancy, and the drug use, and the adolescent angst, but I generally enjoyed it. There’s an untranslatable Filipino word that sums up what I feel about this, making it eligible for four stars: Nakakakilig.
Oh hey, katiecotugno, look what I stumbled upon… :D
I’ve decided - in an effort to continue to treat my body with more care - to let my hair dry on its own at least three times a week.
This is a mess. This isn’t a good look for me. Totally different story when it’s long and I can pull it back without any issues, but jesus christ it looks like I’ve just been somewhere where it’s very windy.