As are your and other anons’ feedback. Thank you ever so much.
Well, I’m never gonna please everyone, am I.
Since I have a well-functioning brain, yes, of course I am.
Why would anyone in their right mind not be in favour of equality between sexes? (Answer: When they consider the other sex a threat and/or they are in a position to abuse power due to very poor equality ratios.)
I do, however, have an issue with both hostile and benevolent sexism.
Women are not inferior to men; women are not superior to men either. I’m in favour of total equality on all fronts. I would hate it if I would get a job because the firm I’m working for has to reach a minimum quote of females on a certain job level - if there’s a male applicant that would actually be better at the job than I would be, by all means, he should get that job.
The same goes for gentlemen behaviour, which sometimes borders on the edge of benevolent sexism. I am perfectly capable of walking down a street at night in a shirt, just like I am perfectly capable of opening doors and carrying my own stuff. Unless I make it known that I am cold or unable to reach/lift something, please don’t think I’m incapable of doing so.
I don’t need any advantage or disadvantage over any male, ever. That’s all.
I used an application used ‘real life’.
We had a grey concrete wall, and white paint, and I was in charge of primer, so I got a brush and some paint et voilà. Concrete paint art.
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Something, Nothing, Anything - Chapter Eight
Hello. That was a bit of a hiatus, wasn’t it. Let’s acknowledge real life getting in the way of creative writing sometimes, and let’s get over that. Thank you for all of you that messaged me about SNA, especially the ones that were super polite. You are fabulous. Moving on - SFW, rather SFF, 1.168 words. Previous chapters can be found here.
“You didn’t like any of those places?” Her mother’s eyes pierce through hers, “None of them?”
“The second to last one was alright.” Grace mumbles as she waits for the traffic light to turn green, “It’s just – I don’t know. It’s got to be a place where I can take Goose to, and it has to be close to the highways, and well, loads of things. I have to think of work and stuff.”
“What about this one?”
Grace glances aside to the piece of paper her mother is holding. She doesn’t even have to look to know what she’s being shown. Hannah, for some reason, messed up and included a house in the suburbs, one she could either rent or buy. Grace had put it at the bottom of the pile, because it seemed like a stupid thing to do, buy a house.
“I’m not gonna buy a house, mum.”
Go donate money to them now please.
I done did good.
Jayms - #5
Listens to Taylor Swift.
Sings along to ‘when the sun came up, I was looking at you’.
Gets told ‘no, you were looking at your phone’.
Hannah Hart in “Vloctober 11: Everything Matters!” (x)
"Vloctober 11: Everything Matters!" (x)
Vloctober 11: Everything Matters! (x)
I am never tired of this.
I’m gonna stop posting these now, but thank you so much, you are very kind. Especially because I think you wrote it out instead of copy/pasting, because preety. You’re a darling, thank you.