Do you ever feel like life has reached the point of a very repetitive circle?

I don’t do ANYTHING anymore. I go to work. I walk the dog. I exist.

I’m sure I used to be interested in things, I used to have activities and people to see.

Now, I just want to exist on my own. Well, me and the dog. I feel like I’ve got nothing to me anymore. I’m a shell.

amandapalmer:

dear PETA,

this ad is really upsetting.

you’re implying that pubic hair that shows/grows “outside the pantyline” (which is normal/natural for the vast majority of us gals) is “unattractive”….this is the kind of shit Gillette and Nair would pull to hock product, and the sort of cultural beauty-standard malarkey that is contributing to a generally worrying trend…12 and 13 year old girls demanding full bikini waxes and all the shit that I think we can all basically agree is absurd.

fur, bad. yes. i’m with you.

but this ad is perpetuating really unhealthy attitudes. fear and unhappiness in the body-hair department is becoming more and more prevalent in young girls (and all women), because they feel they have no alternative. most feel like they’ll be judged if they don’t tow the party line, and an organization like PETA has more cred (you’re somewhat cool, right? you’re forward-thinking people fighting for a noble cause, right?) than a corporate hair-removal/razor company.

despite the strides of progress made by the generation of women who came before us, we’re slipping backwards. the beauty standard is presenting a more and more difficult struggle for young women. ads like this are part of the problem.

PETA, if you care about animals, and their health and overall happiness index, take your human animals into account alongside the rest of them.

compassion for all.

yours,
afp

Old man Jeff

rememberthe60s:

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coffeblack:

Duck Hunt

Birds in flight

So this is my first written blog in years. I used to be an avid live journal, dead journal, blurty etc user.

So, as the kinks say, “what are we living for?”

Wasting valuable time on the Internet writing crap that nobody really needs or cares about. I’ll try again tomorrow.

/end

Stop taking pictures now, mother…