Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I like to cook…
Whoever said that women make the meals?
I don’t have time for that, I don’t have time for myself
I work more hours than he does, and I enjoy being successful at work
How did my gender ever decide that I should clean up after you?
Fuck that… I expect you to do your share because that’s what a relationship is about, being a true partner, not your own selfish needs.
I heard a sickening commercial on the radio for fast food or something that mentioned those things as a fact of womanhood. Yeah… maybe in the past. How I loathe the past… how I loathe the present…
Why should I have to live with a generation of women who were influenced by “pop princesses” when they were a child? Look where they’ve gone… and they’ve been brainwashed to think it means power. Maybe they can use their sexuality as power to dominate men, but I am not a prostitute and I will stand up for myself with my intelligence and spirit.
Why should I have to live a life where I’m forced to deal with the fact that a whore in the shortest shorts and the most low-cut shirt sits a few seats directly in front of my man at work?
He doesn’t have to deal with those feelings… The opposite… It’s not like a man will ever show up at my work dressed inappropriately and sit in front of me. I’d hate that… When I think “naked man”, all I see is his beautiful, lean, tan, naked body.
Why do we both have to know that it would be viewed as strange for him to ask that anything be done about it at work? I know that he’d like to, because he listens and he understands… he knows it’s not fair and he doesn’t want to see her anyway. He respects me and he agrees with me. I love him…
I am filled with rage at so many things at once… so many people don’t realize just how many aspects feminism entails… They somehow retardedly miss the loads of aspects of life on a daily basis that are unfair to women. They’re ignorant and they disgust me.
I want a punching bag so bad… or kenetic powers… yeah… I want to scare people…
Stretches and 45 minutes of Fat Burn mode on the elliptical… ugh… *dies*
Stretches, 15 min reverse elliptical, 15 min forward elliptical… Made sure to jog when exiting my car and going to the apt as well… Took a shower, wearing something different than tee and jeans, packed healthy food for myself (enough to sustain me, vs. not enough which makes me snack on bad things), packed away vitamins and such to take later. I’m making an effort today.
Sidenote, car is overheating :(… At least the painting of the new place should be finished today… I hope…
I can’t stop being lazy… even right now I’m being lazy by not doing better things to get ready for the day… instead I am finding an excuse to sit around. My brain feels like mush… GAH it’s annoying me very badly. I feel like I’ve been stupified. There are analytical thoughts buried there somewhere, relating to to reasons why I am this way… which is against my passions for productivity, quality, etc. It literally hurts to think though… what have I done to myself? I think I’ve killed too many brain cells at once with that evil alcohol. I need to stop… and if I’m this bad, how will Dominic be?! I hope it doesn’t effect his work too much…
I’m going to stop this entry now for my own good… I need to find ways to fix myself…
