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    Saturday, December 19, 2009

    "Cognac and Patsy Cline while drinkin' in my Sunday dress"

    Am now officially on Christmas Holiday! Since the new year is getting close I decided to do a summarization of this blog's 2009 - so far.

    • In January I took the quiz on bloggparti.se thinking I would turn out to be a Social Democrat, possibly with a leaning towards Miljöpartiet, only to be told by the test that I write like a Kristdemokrat. I proceeded to be a sensitive bitch about this for the rest of the month. Pah.
    • London had a snow day. And it was pretty.
    • A steampunk laptop totally made my February!
    • April - Camilla Lindberg and Pär Ström decided to "studera feminismens verkliga agerande". A most fascinating read that offered all clichés and no actual analysis.
    • April - Joakim Ramstedt plagiarized an article on Newsmill and Pelle Billing very generously offered young women advice on how to avoid being raped, like for example that they shouldn't go home with a man unless they had already decided that they wanted to fuck (only willing to give a blowjob usually does not count - if you suck you must fuck), since of course all men you meet are potential rapists once a female have entered their territory and since the law that everyone can change their minds does not apply to young women, Billing only wants to help them learn this as early as possible. Strangely enough, no similar advice on being careful about who they went home with was given to young men - even though there was apparently an epedemic of men being falsely acused of rape after they had had sex with willing girls. Huh.
    • Then Ingrid Carlqvist criticized feminism for tricking young women into believing the false truth that they can walk around the city naked without it ending in them being raped. Yes, this is all still April. It was an exciting month for nutty & rabid antifeminist views.
    • May was Merlin month on this blog. Oh, and I went a bit nuts.
    • Andreas Dahlin, who would later co-author an article with Pär Ström, wrote the craziest, most confused Newsmill-article about feminism I've ever read. I guess there are some things you don't learn at Chalmers.
    • In June the "Bara Bröst" debate made its rounds and as usual the reactions to the debate were more interesting than the actual debate.
    • I wrote about depression and some people linked to it and suddenly I had a comment-field full of interesting comments. What? For me that's a lot of comments.
    • In September, Pär Ström - probably too busy trying to label all feminism on the planet as man-bashing - missed the opportunity to criticize an actual man-bashing housewife.
    • Oh, and I still need help coming up with an Internet Law that properly describes the comments on Newsmill. The best one I have at the moment is still no 6.
    • November and the phrase "genushysteri" is still in full use. What the definition of it is, however, is not entirerly clear.
    • This is the also the month I was firstly made aware of Robert Pattinson's sharp hipbones and their impact on the world around me.
    • And, still the same month, Adam Lambert found out that I was bored with life and decided to make out with his male bandmate live on television. Thanx, hon!
    • December have been a bit messy so far, so I'm not even gonna try to summarize it. I listened to Dolly Parton a lot. Swallowed a couple of Xanor. You know, and so on.

    Saturday, December 12, 2009

    "I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a boy so drunk he doesn't talk"

    Tänkte göra ett försiktigt försök att komma tillbaka och börja följa internetdebatterna igen men så fort jag råkade på den första personen som skrek om hur det är BEVISAT att män och kvinnor är olika IN TEH BRAAAINZ, så gav jag upp. Jag är inte redo. Jag är fortfarande så trött och så arg efter veckan som varit. Det får bli peggle maraton och youtube videor på boys kissing och labrador puppies ett tag till.

    Alla omkring mig lyssnar på mig och ger mig goda råd. Häromnatten vaknade jag till och kom på att en av de inblandade personerna som gjort klart för mig vad han ansåg inte ens var med på mötet utan måste blivit infångad efteråt och fått förklarat för sig vad han skall tycka - och jag berättade det för mamma och vi skrattade så vi tjöt.

    Jag kommer ur det här med en fråga: Vad är det som får vissa att tro att om de höjer rösten så kommer de plötsligt att övertyga en, även om de bara drar samma argument om och om igen?

    Jag är tilltufsad. Det finns inget annat sätt att uttrycka det på. Och det är inte över, inte än. Still standing, though.


    The huge climate march seems to be a great success, yay, and going in an insanely orderly fashion, but that didn't stop me & the twin from having a tiny Toby Ziegler moment anyway:
    Me: Never Trust a Cop? Pffft. Those young people know nothing about protesting!
    The twin: Yeah. We have been going to protest marches since we were born. Our parents took us in the pram.

    Tuesday, December 08, 2009

    "My mom and dad were in their teens, and anarchy was still a dream"

    Ja. Vad kan man säga? Det har varit ett par tuffa dagar, och det är fortfarande tufft.

    Vad hade jag gjort utan dem, mamma med all sin erfarenhet av fula spel och som dessutom vet vilka tabletter som får en att somna när man verkligen behöver det, pappa som vet precis hur man ger råd i sådana här frågor och på vilket sätt, A och J och E som bara stöttar mig och tycker jag har HELT rätt utan att de egentligen vet exakt vad som pågår eftersom det är just det som tjejkompisar är till för, och så så klart the twin.

    Jag kan inte berätta mer om vad som pågår. Men det är inte roligt.

    In much happier and not-connected-to-me-going-nuts-over-bad-stuff news, Livejournal accidentally made one of their V-gifts - the snowflake cookie - free and people started sending cookies to each other in a frenzied speed and now everyone is sitting there with 15.000 cookies in their LJ profiles.