Thursday, May 30, 2013

Diaries of a Lonely Pessimist: Part III

  Last night, I completely lost it. 
  I hope I never get in a state like yesterday again. Thinking about it now, it seems like a dream. But in the moment, it wasn't like that at all. It was a complete and utter nightmare.

Collage by Dylan


  Yesterday started off as any typical Wednesday did. We had Monday off from school for Memorial Day, so this particular Wednesday felt like a Tuesday. Not that it made a difference, but it's still important to note. 
  All was going somewhat well until third period, physics. I've never been good at math, and because physics is full of memorizing equations and doing complex math out on a calculator, I'm completely lost. Memorizing facts is also a troubled area for me, and so memorizing all these rules of physics has not been easy. I seem to be the only person who doesn't get it.
  I guess I should have gotten a tutor or something, but the school year is less than a month away from its close so there isn't really a point right now. If I had to go back I probably would have asked for a tutor, but my family isn't doing all that well financially right now and wasting all that money on a tutor for Freshman year is a little silly. But the point is, physics is not my strongest area.
  This particular physics class, my teacher called on me to answer a question for the class warm-up. Because the year is so close to ending, we have finals coming up, so everything is a review. Thankfully for physics the final is an MCAS (Massachusetts Comprehensive Assessment System) test rather than one that my teacher grades. However, if we fail the physics MCAS we have to take the chemistry MCAS next year, so I'm a little worried as it is. Of course I didn't know the answer to the question my teacher asked, and I felt humiliated for it. As children, we are taught there are no stupid questions. The teachers at my school do not think this way, apparently, as they always laugh and get the class to join in on your laughter if you mess up. It's a sick, sad, world, but my physics teacher is particularly cruel about this. Because I didn't know the answer the entire class stared at me while he tried to walk me through the problem. I didn't know what was going on, so I simply nodded and pretended to. When he asked me another question involving the information we'd just reviewed, I naturally got it wrong, resulting in more laughter.
  I sank into my seat, feeling my face growing bright red. My eyes were so watery that I couldn't see, and I prayed no one, especially my teacher, saw me. If he called me out for crying during class I'd surely never hear the end of it from my peers. I had several hot flashes during the whole wrong-answer experience, and I'll never forget how completely embarrassed I was.
  The same thing happens in my French class nearly every day I have it. I am absolutely terrified of public speaking, which seems to piss teachers off because they think I just want to get out of presenting for class. Of course it isn't really this way, as I have terrible anxiety that sometimes makes it hard to even breathe when publicly speaking. In French my teacher is absolutely dreadful; she is a thousand times worse than my physics teacher. Although my physics teacher has downright told me as well as several students that we're not getting into college (although I can never tell if he's serious or not), my French teacher is the epitome of evil. She has these cards with every class member's name on them, which she shuffles and picks out student's names to conjugate and write sentences on the board. Last class she called on me and, because I was so terrified, I spoke very quietly. She then proceeded to make me speak into a microphone for the class, resulting in me shaking and holding back tears. But she simply thought I was doing this to get out of work, which was definitely not the case. Anyways, I had a panic attack in French class as well as a panic attack in physics. Neither were fun experiences.
  Later that day at lunch I had another panic attack; this one was caused simply by thinking of the previous two panic attacks. I was swarmed in a flood of tears, and I quickly escaped the lunchroom and hid in the bathroom until last period.
  I couldn't wait to go home, and when I finally did, my world came crumbling down. An ex-friend from online and I had finally reconnected as friends, and I was happily chatting with her when she thought I was flirting. I was simply trying to be nice, and her friend came in and practically attacked me. The two of them harassed me to the point of further tears (something which occurs almost every single time I talk to the two of them) and made me fall into one of the most depressed states I've been in for a long while. Then the ex-friend proceeded to tell me, in much more complex words, that she wouldn't care if I killed myself. I then told her that if I ever did decide to go all the way and do myself in, it would be entirely her fault. She denied that, which made it seem like she was trying to be nice, but then she called me "kiddy" (and she knows how much I despise being referred to by age) and set me over the age. 
  Like the pathetic internet-obsessed teen I am, I began frantically googling the fastest suicide methods possible. Of course this was at around 10:30 at night, so doing a majority of them were not possible. Eventually I snapped out of it and just vented in my diary instead, but the impact was still great. I woke up practically stuck to my pillow due to the amount of tears I cried the previous evening, and I desperately longed to stay in a mental institution. However, I feared my parents would laugh at me so I decided to go to school instead, where I am now.
  I know this entire story has no relevancy with any of you reading it, but it just felt good to finally get the entire thing out on paper. I just want to stay in a mental hospital of some sort so badly, but I'm afraid of missing finals... what do I do?

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Ship Has Sailed



   Yesterday was the passing of one of my all-time favorite musicians, Ray Manzarek. Ray was a member of the Doors (my favorite member, to be exact) and was known as they greatest keyboardist of all time. Before the Doors, keyboards were not a main instrument used in rock. But as both psychedelia and Ray's incredible talents morphed together, the keyboards became a main instrument in the band, and an iconic sound that once everyone hears, they know is a Doors song.
  I am a huge Doors fan, I always have been- it seems that yesterday though, for some odd reason, I listened to the Doors more than usual. A few hours after I got home from school word was all over social networking sites that Ray had passed, and of course I was skeptical (he had bile duct cancer?). Unfortunately this devastating news was eventually confirmed by Ray's manager, as well as multiple reliable sources such as CBS, Rolling Stone, and BBC. Ray's death is something we all knew would happen eventually, but secretly (well, not secretly) hoped would never happen. The death of an iconic figure such as a rock musician doesn't seem like a regular death, because it isn't; once they're dead, the possibility of both touring and making new music is gone. I was lucky enough to see the Doors at one of their last shows this past September, where Ray seemed lively and well. He sang about how we should all be happy and try both LSD and pot before we die, and then proceeded to kick over his chair and hump the air to the beat of "Touch Me." Good ol' Ray, for ya. He seemed like such a fun guy, and it's rather unfortunate that the Doors these days are only seen as Jim Morrison. After Jim's passing, the band seemed to fade away, even though they remained active together as a band until 1973, a full two years after Jim's death. They've had multiple reunions, however, but now, I don't think that's a possibility. Replacing both Morrison's vocals and Manzarek's keyboard skills? You wouldn't be able to call it the Doors without them.
  I also find it rather sad how after Morrison's 1971 death, the band seemed to fade from popularity. It was like they were only famous for the sex-icon Jim, and not the music themselves. I seem to think that if Jim knew he was such a sex icon today, he'd be disappointed that we weren't appreciating the music more. I mean, look at him in his later years. He had extreme facial hair and gained a massive amount of weight. What kind of man who was purposely trying to be a sex god do that? It was obvious he only cared about the music he and the band made, and that is what we should remember both him and Ray for.
My shrine to Ray. 


Ray's turn at taking vocals on a later Doors song, "Ships With Sails." Since Ray's vocals were the most like Morrison's, he took over singing, but lacked the power that Morrison put into it. Nonetheless, I think this song is very powerful and that Manzarek puts immense effort and talent into it. It's definitely a hidden gem. 

Sunday, May 19, 2013

A Thrifting We Will Go

  This weekend my library had a HUGE blow-out sale, something that happens like twice a year, and I was SOOOO happy. Hardcover books were $1.00, paperbacks and records 50 cents. I got the Mamas and the Papas and Fleetwood Mac for a dollar total! Super thrilled. A Catcher in the Rye, Tales of Mystery and Imagination (Edgar Allen Poe), Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, and the new book, Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald. I also went to my local record store and got The Wall, Revolver, and the Guess Who's greatest hits. I then went thrifting and got this super cute bag that reminds me of Winnie the Pooh, a journal (50 cents!) and a red mini skirt. AND 2001: A Space Odyssey for $4.00! Overall, it was an AMAZING weekend, shopping-wise. OH and I got the Pulp Fiction soundtrack for my dad but sucks for me he already had it. 


So yes this post has nothing to do with anything but yes enjoy my finds :)

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Diaries of a Lonely Pessimist: Part II

Illustration by Kelly

  Lately I've been lacking inspiration for posts. I've been doing pointless shit like reviews (which is no one is going to read, god, why are you still even posting them), photo dumps, and David Bowie spam. The pink hair of mine that was once vibrant and electric is now turning to salmon, an almost orange-tinted hue of pinkish blonde madness. My face is breaking out, I can't seem to do makeup anymore, and all of my outfits are unoriginal and consist of just jeans and a T-shirt. So as you can see, I am a little hard on myself. But I feel gross at the moment and am in desperate need of a shower, so I consider myself actually not acting too harsh and going a bit lightly. The point is: I feel gross.
  There's this new girl in school who has somehow for god knows what reason decided to join my friend clique and she seems pretty nice. She's pretty, tall (waaay taller than me), and is an out lesbian (or maybe bisexual. Or pansexual. I don't know. All I know is she likes girls) and that means that your good friend Sam here might actually have a chance with her. I've caught her staring at me (I don't mean to sound vain, maybe it's because of my hair) and she's stared into my eyes for just a little too long (not that I don't mind) and I know I'm rambling right now but I just- ahh! The thought of having an actual girlfriend feels kind of nice. It would also nice to be openly out (it's not like I deny it when someone asks, but as of right now, only my friend group(s) are completely aware of my sexual status), and it would also be nice to hold my girlfriend's hand in the hallway or something. The only fear I have is that someone in the school would tell their parents, who in turn would tell mine. Not that I have an issue with my parents knowing I'm dating a girl. But sleepovers would not be virtually impossible because my parents would think I'd be banging whoever I brought over, which would be a big no-no in my books.
  Maybe I'm getting too far ahead of myself; I don't even know that this girl likes me yet. I know her name but I'm choosing to keep it secret in fear that she'll find it. Of course, till next time, I'm Sam, your lovely pansexual host.
 
My roots are growing alarmingly quick, my bangs are blonde/orange, and the back is fading quickly. And it's only been twelve days since it was dyed!

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Versatile Blogger Award


  I was nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award by http://roseandvintage.blogspot.com/ (Thank you, by the way) and I really have no introduction so here we go.




The rules are:
1) Thank the person that gave you the award.
2) Include a link to their blog.
3) Select 15 blogs to nominate for the award.
4) Tell the person who nominated you and your readers 7 things about yourself.

Here goes:

  1) I am currently in popular music class and am comparing Beethoven and Syd Barrett's madness for a music project. Fun, right?
  2) I can never seem to decide if I want to stand out or blend in. I certainly do not fit in, due to my love of all things vintage compared the majority of my school's love of Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber, but it'd be nice to physically blend into the crowd. My pink hair makes that a little hard though, heh.
  3.) I am not a mod nor a rocker; I simply choose the mod lifestyle over that of a rocker because I can relate to it more fashionably, musically, and culturally. 
  4.) I am completely and utterly OBSESSED with Pattie Boyd, to the point where I even want to look like her (but I mean, who doesn't?) but I gave that up and dyed my hair pink.
  5.) My dream job when I'm older would be to work as a disc jockey for a radio station or a graphic designer, but my backup plan would be a music history teacher.
  6.) I'm actually terrified of losing some of my artistic talent, and I always have that fearful feeling of people being better than me at things that I love.
  7.) I actually don't own a lot of vintage clothing (well more than the average person, duh), but I guess my love of old-fashioned things has made it seem like everything I wear is right from the sixties.

  This is actually pathetic but I don't think I can come up with fifteen blogs, so I'll post/nominate as many as I can manage:
http://dontevenknowmyself.blogspot.com/
http://themadmod.blogspot.com/
http://backtothesixties60.blogspot.com/
http://dontevenknowmyself.blogspot.com/
http://fashionfledge.blogspot.com/
http://thebreakfastclubisdead.blogspot.com/



Monday, May 13, 2013

This is Ground Control to Major Tom


  Lately early glam and late sixties psychedelia has been sparking my interest. As you can tell by a few of my previous posts, David Bowie is a huge inspiration to both me and glam. His love of all things glitter and lunar have helped me in my quest to find a style of fashion that represents both me and my interests. Overall, my point is that David Bowie is both inspirational musically and fashionably.
Just LOOK how groovy this chick is. And her dog is super cute, too.
  But this post wasn't made to focus on David Bowie. Instead, it was made to focus on outer space and all things having to do with it- the moon, the stars, and the sun. I've loved outer space ever since I was a kid and I watched Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders. In the film Shaggy falls for this groovy girl named Crystal, a hippie photographer who wears seriously some of the coolest clothes ever. I can't believe I'm saying this but SPOILER ALERT she's an alien that was sent to Earth after Earth sent space signals in the late sixties. She arrived a little late, however, and therefore, her outdated clothing meant to originally "fit in" with the hippie scene. I recently watched this film again (I was REALLY bored, don't judge) and to be honest, I couldn't watch the entire thing without boring myself. Of course, I am one that requires multi-tasking in order to stay awake, but I just remember it being a whole lot better when I was a kid... which of course, is true with pretty much everything. But yes, I liked space a lot, is the point.




Groovy Outer Space Playlist:
  1. "Space Oddity" by David Bowie (As well as "Starman" and "I Took a Trip on a Gemini Spaceship"
  2. "2000 Light Years From Home" by The Rolling Stones
  3. "Across the Universe" by The Beatles 
  4. "Here Come the Warm Jets" by Brian Eno
  5. "How Many More Times" by Led Zeppelin (The song itself isn't space-related but guitar riff about thirty five seconds into it just reminds me of a journey into outer space. Just listen and tell me you disagree.)
  6. "Supersonic Rocket Ship" by The Kinks
  7. "Space Cowboy" by The Steve Miller Band
  8. "The Galaxy Song" by Eric Idle/Monty Python
  9. "Space Truckin'" by Deep Purple
  10. "Mambo Sun" by T. Rex
  11. "Satellite of Love" by Lou Reed


And just in case you dig outer space as much as I do, here's some fun links you can check out.
The Prelinger Archives A collection of old films that are completely FREE to use and are legally in the public domain. 

AND OF COURSE.... THE MUSIC VIDEO OF "HOW GROOVY" FROM THE SCOOBY DOO AND THE SPACE INVADERS MOVIE! Enjoy. :)

Friday, May 10, 2013

Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?



  The other day at work, during a particularly busy hour, Rod Stewart's go-at-disco hit, "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?" came on the radio. Of course only my (almost 30) boss and I knew the song, and my other coworkers looked at me like I was crazy. But it got me thinking.. a lot of musicians who were previously known for playing rock, soul, and blues decided to take a wham at the trend of "disco" music in the late seventies. This includes artists like Rod Stewart ("Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?"), The Rolling Stones ("Miss You"), Barry Manilow, ("Copacabana") David Bowie, ("John, I'm Only Dancing"), Paul McCartney and Wings, ("Goodnight Tonight"), Elton John & Kiki Dee ("Don't Go Breaking My Heart") and Blondie ("Heart of Glass"). What made these musicians "sell-out" and decide to do disco? The answer is simply that they wanted to appeal to a broader audience, and since disco was popular at the time, they decided to try making their own disco hits. Some were successful, some weren't; but nonetheless, we can all go back and laugh at rock stars trying disco. Especially Rod Stewart. So, I've decided to give outfits of some glam and disco musicians! Enjoy.

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David Bowie

  Who else on a glam, glitter, and disco appreciation post than David Bowie? Bowie is the ultimate KING of glam, wearing the greatest, craziest, most glitter-soaked outfits in history. He was glitter before Ke$ha! Although I didn't capture too many of his beautiful outfits here, he definitely has more that are worth checking out, as well as a bajillion beautiful, glitter-soaked songs. 



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The Glimmer Twins

  Everyone knows The Rolling Stones, but not everyone appreciates how great both Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were fashionably. Their duo name is the glimmer twins- and I definitely believe that fits. Their outfits in the late sixties (mainly 1967) were STUNNING, but today we're focusing on their late seventies glam looks. They dressed in sparkles, loose shirts, and many, many scarves. One of my favorite jackets is the one Keith Richards wears in the "She's So Cold" music video, even though it's from the eighties (pictured bottom left.). I just love them!

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Rod Stewart

  I personally am not a big fan of Rod Stewart (although I do appreciate him), his "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy" music video is what inspired this post. Just watch it; It's blonde, it's flamboyant, and it's the sassiest, most fake-disco thing I've ever seen. Just watch the video below to see what I'm talking about. His pants are incredibly tight, his hair incredibly tousled, and the music incredibly hilarious. The song itself is a parody of disco, but I still love it nonetheless. 



Enjoy various music videos by the artists above :)



Thursday, May 9, 2013

Satisfaction & Stairway: A Review of the Greats. Part One.

  What defines a "great" song? A song that all of us know, hum the guitar solos to, and practically recite the lyrics in our sleep. A song that is just so timeless, so great, and simply incredible to listen to. We all know what I'm talking about: the greats. But who critiques what is already considered so great? Me. The answer is me. Today, I am going to take some of the greatest songs of all time (by Rolling Stone magazine, me, and various internet sources) and give my honest opinions. So sit back, relax, and let nostalgia take over.



"(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones
Writer: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Producer: 
Andrew Loog Oldham
Released: May 1965, London
14 weeks; No. 1

  The Rolling Stones are still touring today (in fact, I'm seeing them for my birthday!) after over fifty years of being together as a band. Fifty! Any band that still tours after fifty years, let alone is even together, is definitely considered great. But is what is considered the Stones' most famous songs, often nicknamed "Satisfaction," really as great as it is made out to be? Yes. The answer is yes. In my opinion, this song isn't so much lyrically great as it is musically, but that doesn't knock it down even a tad. Every single time this song comes on the radio, I found myself air-guitaring the opening riff (which EVERYONE seems to know, for some reason) and even singing to it. Singing a riff! You know a song is great when you can sing a guitar riff. It's catchy, danceable, and definitely deserves to be considered a "great."

"Like a Rolling Stone" by Bob Dylan
Writer: Dylan 
Producer: Tom Wilson  
Released: July '65, Columbia
12 weeks; No. 2

  Bob Dylan is known as possibly one of the most influential musicians of the twentieth century. Known as the "king" of folk rock, Dylan changed us all with just his acoustic guitar, harmonica, and that strange, strange voice. (It wasn't until the famous Judas!/Electric guitar incident that people began to look at him for things other than folk rock.) "Like a Rolling Stone" is considered one of his best songs, and in actuality- it is. In my opinion, at least. Of course I love millions of other Dylan tunes, like "Ballad of a Thin Man," "Lay Lady Lay," etc- "Like a Rolling Stone" really is a great song. I love everything about it, from how Dylan's voice echoes through stereo when you play it to how jumbled and disorganized it sounds, and yet somehow still works. "
Al Kooper, who played organ on the session, remembers today, 'There was no sheet music, it was totally by ear. And it was totally disorganized, totally punk. It just happened.'" (RollingStone.com/) And I think that's why it's so good.. the rambling of Dylan and the crazy instrumentation make this song both enjoyable and fun to listen to.


"Hey Jude" by The Beatles
Writers: John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Producer: George Martin
Released: Aug. '68, Apple 
19 weeks; No. 1


  *Takes a deep breath, clearing my throat and preparing for a ton of hate from Beatlemaniacs alike* I DON'T LIKE LISTENING TO THIS SONG ON MY OWN TIME! Whoo. There, it's finally been said. Worshipping The Beatles as much as I do, I must have listened each song dozens of times. Of course, their more popular songs, like "Blackbird," "Yellow Submarine," "Let it Be" and "Hey Jude" receive more airplay and mention than some of my personal favorites, like "Happiness is a Warm Gun," "Lovely Rita," and "Long, Long, Long." Don't get me wrong; I very much enjoy "Hey Jude." I just don't like listening to it in my own free time, because of how much airplay it receives. When it comes onto the radio, I of course sing along, jam out, and obsess over the song. But it's just so overplayed that I become sick of it. While "Like a Rolling Stone" and "Satisfaction" are both very famous, I find they don't get as much radio play as "Hey Jude," and therefore, I'm not as "sick" of them. I do love "Hey Jude," but I feel like it's just been played over and over to the point of tiring me out.

"My Generation" by The Who
Writer: Pete Townshend
Producer: Shel Talmy
Released: Nov. '65, Decca
5 weeks; No. 74


  I used to love the Who. But after I saw their concert in November I realized that in my opinion, the band was a bit overrated. (PLEASE, I NEED TO POINT OUT THAT THESE ARE ALL MY OPINION) I do enjoy a lot of their songs, but from listening to and obsessing over them so much in the previous year to seeing their concert, seeing them live was just.. well, a let-down. That being said, I am somewhat bias to review a Who song because of my current opinion on them. But let's get this straight; I love Roger Daltrey's stuttering, Entwistle's quick bass solos, and basically the whole song. Although I don't consider this the GREATEST SONG OF ALL TIME I do like it well enough to put it on this list, and give it a mention. It's not the Who's best song in my opinion, but I do like it and consider it one of their few songs I don't find overrated.

"Stairway to Heaven" by Led ZeppelinWriters: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
Producer: Page 
Released: Nov. '71, Atlantic
Non-single, no chart information

  NO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO. I love Zeppelin, but Stairway is NOT their only song! They have plenty of other songs that are just as great, and maybe even better! I am beyond sick of people saying Stairway is their best song (as well as "Kashmir," which I don't like at all, actually) and I'd appreciate it if people looked into the band before adding their input on Stairway's greatness. Yes, the solo is amazing. Yes, Plant's vocals are both beautiful and haunting. But no, it is not my favorite Zeppelin song, and not their best in my opinion.


"Light My Fire" by The Doors
Writers: Robby Krieger, John Densmore, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek 
Producer: Paul Rothchild
Released: June '67, Elektra 
17 weeks; No. 1
  The position I have on "Light My Fire" is similar to how I feel about "Hey Jude." I love the band, and thoroughly enjoy the song- it's just that hearing this song over and over has started to bore me. I absolutely love the Doors, and they're even one of my favorite bands. I love Morrison as a singer, Densmore as a drummer, Krieger as a guitarist, and Manzarek as a keyboardist. I even saw them live in October of 2012. (Well, minus Densmore because he doesn't tour anymore and obviously Morrison.) It's just that hearing this song constantly has started to annoy me. Especially because this song, like Stairway, is lengthy. Don't get me wrong- I like this song. But the instrumental part of it just.. bores me to pieces. 



Monday, May 6, 2013

Pretty in Pink



Collage by Emma D.

  So recently I have made the decision to dye my hair pink. Why, you may ask? Pink is the ultimate feminist smack in the face to those in my school who treat both me and me female peers unequally. If that didn't back sense, basically my group of friends dyes their hair and dresses however they like, and boys don't really seem to like that. Hell, the entire school doesn't seem to like it. People tell me they quote-on-quote "like my hair" or "think my dress is pretty" but I can really tell they want to burn it at the stake. However, I don't mind this much, seeing as I'm representing much more than a hair color by how I dress, but also a group of feminist, liberal ideas that I feel strongly for.
Rolling Stones, Andy Warhol ("Your fifteen minutes are up!") and Union Jack pins, all from Newbury Comics.
Sporting the pink locks and vintage babydoll dress (It's actually an XL T-shirt!) from the 60's.
Mixing iParty's 50-esque glasses with a 60's dress? Win.

  I kept the underneath of my hair black just in case people really did feel like an all-pink head was too offensive (I don't know why the hell they'd be offended, but some people are, so..) and that a somewhat-natural color to pair up with it might be better. I know plenty of people with pink hair (mainly from the internet, but ya know) and plenty with unnatural hair colors in general, so why should people be so offended by the pink?
Kailey from Mermaidens

Marianne from Esme and the Laneway
  I was definitely not trying to be a so-called Manic Pixie Dream Girl (a name given to the generic, quirky, Zooey Deschannel-esque characters in indie romantic comedy films) by dying my hair a fun color; I was simply dying my hair a fun color for the hell of it. Even now as I type this in homeroom, I can feel the judgmental glares of my peers over the fluorescent mop of hair atop my head. But why does this bother me so much..?... I'm not all that sure myself. I've tried to teach myself about the true meanings of feminism and that all girls are equal (well, everyone is equal, to be exact) but no one besides myself seems to get it. I haven't met a single feminist in real life besides myself so far and sometimes I feel like the internet's feminist ways are eating me alive.

Illustration by Ana
  I'm so confused at why people don't treat everyone else equally by this point in time. It's 2013, and it's time things start to change. I'm currently writing an essay in my English class on why gay marriage should be legal, and I have a feeling that the reasons why gay marriage should be tolerated can also apply to why women should be treated equally, too. I don't mean to sound like I'm ranting or rambling but I feel very strongly for both feminism and LGBTQ rights and I feel like now is the opportunity to take a stand. So join me, with my pink hair, and treat everyone equally!

Today's Playlist:

  1. "I'm Not Like Everybody Else" by The Kinks
  2. "Undone (The Sweater Song)" by Weezer
  3. "Beast of Burden" by the Rolling Stones
  4. "Heroin" by The Velvet Underground
  5. "Andy Warhol" by David Bowie
  6. "Whatever Gets You Thru the Night" by John Lennon
  7. "Sweet City Woman" by the Stampeders
  8. "Dedicated Follower of Fashion" by The Kinks 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

✿ A Day of May✿

   Although I can't sing "Sweet Little Sixteen" just yet, today is my birthday- and I'm fifteen. Fifteen seems so much older than fourteen. Although, that previous sentence does sound quite cliché... but yes, it does. Fourteen and thirteen I happen to bunch together in my mind as the "scary" phase, a phase in which most teenage girls (and sometimes boys) partake in where they rebel against their parents and think they're incredibly cool, when in reality they are nothing but a bunch of annoying little kids. I am finally out of that age group, for which I am thankful, and I intend to embrace this deeply.
  My birthday is on May 1st, also known as May Day. May Day isn't celebrated widely these days like it was around a hundred years ago or so, so I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't heard of it. The day is basically celebratory towards anything flower-covered or nature-related, although it mainly focuses on flowers. In the early 20th century people would make May Day baskets full of flowers to leave on each other's doorsteps, kind of like reverse trick-or-treating. It seemed like a lovely holiday, complete with flower-smothered goodness. Loving everything having to do with flowers, this seemed like the perfect holiday for me, and ironically, it was on my birthday.
  There isn't much of a point to this post rather than that I wanted to spread May Day/Birthday cheer with everyone. Look forward to my Saturday/Sunday post- it's sure to be a good one. Other than that, have a lovely May Day everyone. :)


Since I can't make any new 8tracks playlists (they're blocked on this computer), here is the one I used from my Marianne Faithfull post. Enjoy!