My blog sucks, I really can’t stand it.
No one talks to me anymore either. I don’t know why I’m still wasting my time with this…
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So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
This is horrific D:
Wow
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» so this exists...
please kill me
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Having a horrible day, my friend blew up on me and treated me like shit. I can’t stop crying.
I can’t wait to leave here. I’m going to be gone for 4 months and I won’t miss her one bit.
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because Natives only belong on reservations in your imagination of what their precolonial cultural practices are, right? to give you a short answer: NO.
don’t you think it’s not really the place of a non-Native to dictate what Native fashions, and by extension Native cultures, look like? especially considering it’s coming from someone so ignorant, they don’t even realize that not all indigenous American cultures are buffalo-centric, and that the use of buckskin has traditionally been much more common than any other hide anyways? don’t you think that contemporary Native fashions are in part shaped by hundreds of years of complex experiences of colonialism, some of which include the use of European-made beads as compensation for colonial violence, near-total destruction of the American bison, forced relocation, violent minerals extraction, and serious environmental degradation that can compromise cultural practices? or did it never occur to you that Native cultures are living breathing dynamic entities that change over time due to circumstance and preference, or that maybe Native people are human beings that innovate just like everyone else? maybe you forgot that Native cultures have been growing and adapting to the times from the get-go and as such, Native fashions are emblematic of Native strength, resilience, ingenuity, and creativity?
are you way out of line, and is it totally racist to expect indigenous peoples to live in the ahistorical essentialized cultural vacuum you’ve constructed for them, or is it just me?
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- Have an appointment to skype with your sex therapist.
- Therapist doesn’t show up for the appointment.
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So my abusive grandmother is going to be over tomorrow.
Excuse me while I feel trapped and seclude myself in my room.
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apparently there’s a sludge band called “Indian” and it’s…wait for it…
a bunch of hairy white dudes.
Who wants to start an all-native sludge band called “Honky”
