Friday, April 23, 2010

RIP this blog


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Saturday, October 17, 2009

I feel like I have forgotten how to read and write. How good it feels, how necessary it is.

I think I'm getting that back.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

It's not often that I use this as a feminist platform. I get my feminist fix just by stumbling and giving the thumbs up to blogs or articles I feel address points well. I believe that is because it has never really impacted my life.

Things are a little different now.


A friend of mine was sexually abused by a man. He was in a sort of position of power over her. Not physically, but he was the head of a group she belonged to. He quickly filled her mind that he was right in a lot of areas and ways and that she should listen to him. And she did. She frequently adjusted her schedule to fix his needs. Eventually, this escalated to him brainwashing her, convincing her she needed to drop her friends and move in with him. Other things happened behind closed doors that I do not feel comfortable addressing here. I don't know the details, but she finally saw what a disgusting man he was and was able to leave that. She went to the University Police, the women's centre and spoke to individuals who might be able to aid her. UP said that since he was not a student on this campus, there was not a lot they could do, but she should be fine, and to contact them if that ever changed.

Tonight, that changed.

My friend received a phone call informing her that Swithun No had a night class at the same time in the same building as her. She left class early to tell UP. I walked her out of the building and a friend met her to walk her to UP. I have not been notified the actions they may be taking.

My reason for typing this up is that now I have to change the way I view attending this class. Immediately, I thought how I and my friend would have to alter things. I want to make sure she does not walk to her dorm alone. I want to make sure we wear shoes we can run in. I want to make sure we are able to run if we need to, and that there are people around us. And I have to keep an eye out for this scum if I have to.


I guess my point reflects one I read today. That she and I (mostly she) have to become almost hyperaware just walking to class. And that it is almost only women who do. Luckily, we will be walking with classmates and the walkways are lit.

My point is: Because of this piece of shit sociopathic control freak, we have to change. And not him.


Well. Fuck this.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I take pleasure in knowing my brother is smarter than you.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

With great power, blah blah blah

My dad finds great philosophies in comic book movies.