There is still an uncomfortable sense of sadness when a dreamboy turns out to be a douche. New age bullshiting has never been an area of strength for me…. but I hope they have fun shrouded in darkness and essential oils. Whatever, my friends have been so wonderful and I know it’s going to be the best fucking Halloween. There are real dreamboys to be found. Ones that know women of the Northwest are goddamn queens of the wilderness.
The wind was blowing hard, 2013
Realistically why wouldn’t you go out if you looked better completely rain drenched than anyone you knew? It is Southern California and the times that you look better than anyone are around 0%. It is the land of people wearing hoods for photographic purposes almost exclusively. You know maybe you were born in a cold place and just happen to only blossom when the weather is desolate . Or maybe you just look hot in the rain. Go out.
What’s the difference between a selfie and a self portrait?
what’s your problem with selfies bitch?
My problem is their ubiquity and pervasiveness. The selfie phenomenon reflects a certain kind of crass self-absorption that I find repulsive, and I’m tired of staring back at legions of shirtless duckfaced morons posing under the florescent lights of their own bathroom mirrors.
what about the selfie as a way for women to be photographed the way they see themselves instead of as objects of the male gaze?
Don’t use feminist theory to make excuses for your narcissism.