Deliberately Vague Reference Revealed

So, a couple days ago I wrote a post detailing my rules of blogging and that I was upset with something that I would tell you about later.

It's later!

So I shall tell.

Last week had a big day for the UK, because it was Red Nose Day, which is the big day of fundraising for Comic Relief, wherein pretty much people just do really funny stuff for money which then goes to help with domestic abuse and violence in the UK and also to help children in Africa get vaccinations and stuff that they need so they don't die.

So Twitter was aflame with the tweets of British celebrities asking their loyal followers for to donate their money and they would love us forever, and all that wonderful jazz because we're nice people.

One in particular had made a rather heartfelt plea, but however only gave the url for the UK link. Since I'm an American, and I wanted to check out the website, I clicked on the tweet to see the replies of the fandom, because usually fandoms are helpful like that and providing each other with links and stuff for you know the international people.

Please bear in mind that this has been a highly emotional thing for me, where I've watched videos of people crying over this to dumping honey and feathers all over their body for this.

So, with my emotions running high, I started looking at the replies.

The top reply went something like this (censored for those of you with young children looking over your shoulder):

OMGGG I LOVE U SO MUCH JUST LET ME SUCK YOU D***.

Literally, in the most literal sense of the word, that was the freaking first comment. All caps and grammar lacking and all.

And I died. Metaphorically.

I just really couldn't-can't-understand. How on earth somebody could be so stupid and insensitive and just say something like that on a public forum, and especially in reply to that tweet. I just don't.

And I know this goes on all the time on the internet and especially celebrities have to put up with this all the time but it's still NOT OKAY.

EVER.

You just don't put up offers of sex or various sexual acts out there in public. There are just so many problems with that.

First off, you don't know that person. You are just a little blip on the internet that they may or may not ever see. You will more than likely never ever meet this particular celebrity/person/whatever YOU DON'T KNOW THEM. I don't know about you, but I was under the impression that usually offers of sex happened after at least a little time of getting to know each other and under mutual feelings. Not near-anonymously on the Internet. (Unless that's what you do for a living, but still).

Secondly, this sort of behaviour serves as a catalyst for slut-shaming and our warped rape culture. The person who posts such a comment gets slut-shamed by everyone else who sees it. And then on the off chance that something happens to her and she were to get raped (which would be horrible and terrible) I can see the stupid trolls saying that given her history of soliciting celebrities for sex on her twitter, clearly she was asking for it. WHICH ALSO ISN'T COOL.

And I'm writing that last paragraph and feeling like I'm contradicting myself. So I want to be very clear that I think that slut-shaming and our stupid warped rape culture and attitudes surrounding it are very very very wrong.

But however, not everyone thinks like me and my friends, and they do the slut-shaming and victim-blaming, and they don't realize how wrong it is. And tweets like that exacerbate and antagonize the trolls and they go after her.

I can appreciate being young and wanting a famously cute celebrity boy. Let's be real here. I am a fangirl of many fandoms.

But it's one thing to go on and on about that in private with your fellow fangirls, and quite another to put that out there in public.

Celebrities' lives suck. Let's also be real here again. I know they don't always suck, but they do at times suck, especially when they have to deal with people who hate them and overenthusiatic fangirls who attack them and then just everything. Anyone who spends time in the public eye has to deal with this, no matter how nice and understanding their fandom tries to be, there's always at least a few people who ruin it for everyone.

So... yeah. People on the Internet suck. Not most people, but some people do. So just please don't be one of those people who contribute to the suckiness and yeah.

Blogging Rules

I only have two real rules when it comes to this blog.

1) Never blog when I'm angry.
2) Classy, not trashy.

There are good reasons for these rules, because 1) blogging when I'm angry means I'm angry. (Duh.) It means that whatever I want to blog about probably will be a really good rant and make no sense and I won't care because I'm angry. However, when it comes time to look upon that post in retrospect, there's a very good chance that I will regret some part of what I said. Also, waiting until I'm not so angry gives me a chance to be introspective and examine my feelings and why I'm mad and acting the way I do and why I feel this way about this thing that I'm angry about. Or the person I'm angry at, whichever it is.

Also, 2) because a) I do have standards and I intend to keep them and b) my audience also has standards and things. The key thing to remember about writing things, especially when you intend on sharing them publicly, is your audience. Also, that's just a good rule to live by always.

I tell you these things because now I'M GOING TO BREAK ALL MY RULES.

No, I kid. I will admit there are times I really want to break that first rule, but no.

No, yesterday, I had an unpleasant experience inside the twitterverse (nothing to terribly graphic or honestly horrible, but I found it offensive and insensitive and it got me really angry). It's been a little over 24 hours since it happened.

I'm not too terribly mad about it at the moment, but I have the nagging feeling that even if I don't get super angry again, I will get condescending. And that's just as ugly a face as anger. Plus, there are some feelings I want to explore here.

And I realize there is no way I can honestly write about this event without feeling some righteous anger, because it was that unpleasant. Not necessarily horrible, or terrible, it was just really unpleasant. Like a bad taste in your mouth, where you know you can deal with it, but you would just be a lot happier if you didn't have to or you could spit it out. Unpleasant.

And I don't know why, this particular case, at this particular time, upset me so much, when I've seen similar things happen before. I sort of have an idea, but yeah, not entirely sure.

So this is really just me telling you that I do have rules and that because of those rules you might have to wait for a little bit before you get a post exploring some facets of the internet and the way we communicate and my feelings about it.

Also to get a bearing on my feelings about it. But there you have it.

P.S.- Yes, I have a rule on anger and classiness, but not deliberately obscure references. So there. I promise I will tell you and I'm not doing it just to make you ask me. Just... brace yourself? I don't know. A blog post is coming.

If I'm debating whether or not to put on pants, it's probably safe to say I need them.

It's time to update you guys with my life.

Which means it's been a while since I've posted on here, and I feel bad.

Life has been good.

It always surprises me a bit when life is good.

I've been on top of my homework for the past few weeks, minus a few papers I ended up finishing a few hours before it was due, but that's part of the college, experience, yes?

That surprises me as well.

I finished my harp a month or so ago. I never bothered to make a proper post about the very end, where I brought it to my house and started learning how to play it. It's been super fun.

Maybe one day I'll make a video of me playing it and post it here for all you guys to see. That would be nice. Once I get confident enough in myself that I don't care you all will see all the things I'm doing wrong.

Because confidence in performance isn't necessarily knowing I've got everything right, it's not caring that you might see me have everything wrong.

I've started a love affair with British music- not just One Direction, but others as well. Not a lot, but enough that I'm happy.

I've reconnected with some friends I hadn't talked to in a while.

I got contacts. This actually did happen a while ago, but again, I never felt like that deserved a post in and of itself.

I started writing a poem. It's in three pieces on my dresser, neither completed nor put together.

I have a friend's birthday present in my dresser drawer, as I keep forgetting to mail it out to her. I will, but I need to remember.

My mother and little sister got haircuts this morning, and they look FABULOUS.

I am content. A sort of placid happiness that is more open and willing than I was before, but also recognizes the good and joyful in what I have now.

I've been doing a lot of thinking. About lots of things. Feminism, poetry, body image, religion, politics, stories, art, people, society, love, hatred, persuasion, justice, fairness, media bias, why, pants, music, technology, money, the future, the past, the present, writing, drawing, entitlements, Shakespeare, Europe, America, beauty, jealousy, and that feeling you get when you're doing what you know you're supposed to be doing. Whatever that is.

I have a story. We all have a story. We, all of us, are characters shaped by our choices and decisions and things that happened in the past, but what we perceive to be our future influences our choices in the present, which help to shape our future.

But, despite the fact that I, individually, have a story, my story is not just my story. It's never just my story. I am my mother's story. My sisters' story. My father's and brothers' story. I am my best friend's story. I am my future husband's story. I am my future children's story.

Our stories are all interconnected in a web of relationships and networks.

I am an individual.

But I am not just me. What I do shapes not only my story, but others' as well. We all influence each other.

I am not my own person.

This post has nothing to do with pants. But I'm sure you already realize that.

I'll talk to you guys again soon.