What celebrity would play you in a movie about your life?
Depends on the type of movie. In a Spanish/dead person version, Frida Kahlo. In a trannie version, my dad or a 14-year-old boy with lots of estrogen (but it’s not like I dress feminine enough that you’d even be able to tell that it was a trannie version). In a cat version, Babygirl. In a romantic comedy/prettyfying version, Zooey Deschanel, I think. In a rock dramedy, Kaki King. So yeah, take your pick.
What’s the oldest piece of clothing you still own and wear?
This is the lamest fucking question ever. I’ve been avoiding it for weeks now. Fuck formspring. I have a couple of pairs of jeans from my sophomore year of high school that I modified into shorts. I’m pretty sure those are the oldest articles of clothing I still wear, though not in their original forms. I weigh less/am a smaller size than I did/was in seventh or eighth grade, but my style’s just so different now. Plus, it’s not 2003 anymore…eh. And you know…I don’t listen to Avril Lavigne anymore.
“Today I have a few feminist rants that I need to get out of my system.
1. The murder of innocent women at a gym in Pennsylvania has alerted me to the existence of the pick up artist community. These are men who rant and moan about the unreasonable bitches who won’t fuck them, and they share tips on how to trick women into their beds. Several men in this community expressed sympathy for the shooter — women had rejected his offers of sex for 20 years, so it’s understandable that he would shoot up a fitness class.
Just yesterday, a man said “Hey there gorgeous” as I passed him on the street. When I kept walking, he got angry and practically spat at me, “I said, hey there gorgeous!” I encounter this all the time. A stranger called me gorgeous, so I am expected to respond to this “compliment.” If I don’t respond, I am an ungrateful bitch, and the man is justified in feeling angry with me.
2. A family member recently told me that I should never walk home alone after dark. I responded, “If I stuck to that I would have an 8 p.m. curfew” — and she insisted that I should have a man with me when I walk home. First, always walking with a male escort would be impossible. My male friends would have to take the train with me, walk 15 minutes to my apartment, then get back on the train. That’s just unreasonable to ask of anyone. Besides, I am often out with a group of women.
But most importantly, I am an independent, autonomous adult, and I should be able to leave my apartment whenever I want. I know that women get harassed and assaulted in the city, but that isn’t my fault. I shouldn’t have to stay inside after dark, to avoid certain streets, or to watch what I wear because if I’m not careful, men will attack me. Men are responsible for their own behavior. I hate how our society places the responsibility on women, like I need to accept misogyny and be “responsible” by drastically restricting my movements after dark.
3. A professional athlete recently told the foreign press that American women are fat and ugly, and it’s tragic that they don’t “take care of themselves.” His comments made me remember all of the times I have heard this phrase before, especially directed at fat women.
So, women who starve themselves and dress like prostitutes are taking care of themselves, while women who eat food and dress comfortably are not taking care of themselves. In conclusion, fuck that. I will ignore men if I want. I will go out when I want. I will wear what I want. And I will eat what I want. So there.”
I know awhile back I remember reading you hinting or saying that you did not really believe in marriage. How do you feel about marriage now?
Interesting question, since I did hint at that. My biggest problem with the institution of marriage is the fact that it often reinforces traditional gender roles. Even in gay marriages, there’s the (possibly worse) societal pressure for each person involved to choose a gender role to abide by. Marriage should be an egalitarian effort. In saying all of this, I’m not saying that I’m against the “legalization” of gay marriage; I’m completely enthusiastic about it, but I don’t think that marriage needs to be the ultimate goal of a relationship, gay or straight or bisexual or what have you. I may be naive because I’m less than twenty years old, but I honestly couldn’t see myself groveling for a ring. Also, if I wanted it that badly, I’d be the one to propose. I’m not old-fashioned.
Another thing is that if the religious want their sacred marriage for themselves, they can have it. Aside from the legal recognition, there’s nothing that marriage can give me that a secure long-term relationship can’t provide. To me, marriage is a binding legal contract that prevents you from changing your mind (although these days, divorce doesn’t really solicit disapproval and abandonment from the community). Nice and secure at first glance, but terribly distrusting when you look closer. When I look at it that way, I think, “My boyfriend’s not dumb. I don’t need to keep him on a leash.” Then again, I’m fucking vegan. I think the same thing about dogs.
Some days, I think it would be the most quaint thing to be married (eventually), because it would add some seriousness—or at least, society would take my relationship more serious than one where I was just committed to dating one person. Also, I mistakenly consider marriage a slightly more permanent entity than a long-term relationship (it is no more permanent), and I think that if I married someone, they’d know I loved them only, or vice versa…they would rather spend this futile, temporary, and all too short existence with me only. Which is selfish to think, but looking at it that way makes it more acceptable.
What are your first thoughts upon waking up, and last thoughts before going to bed?
It depends on the day. Most of the time, when I wake up I either wonder why I have to pee so badly, or else I try to remember my dreams before moving my head from the pillow. I have vivid dreams every night. Most of the time I resent being awake. I also hate waking up without any eye aid, because I can’t see anything. When I go to bed, I usually just wish I had more close friends in Richmond about whom I could dream vividly.
would you smuggle a smelly mexican boy in your backpack for a chance to be on deal or no deal ?
Well. I don’t really want to be on Deal or No Deal, but I would probably smuggle a smelly Mexican boy in my backpack for some carrot cake “ice cream”. I guess I just wonder where I’m smuggling him to/from and how much he weighs. Also how smelly he is and what type of smelly he is. And probably also how old he is. If he’s under ten, I’d probably be happy to keep him; otherwise, I’d just smuggle him and be done with that. So yes.