The first year I moved to LA, I had to spend Christmas alone. It was the first time I’d been without my family for the holiday. I made a promise to myself, and to my mom, that I’d be home next Christmas. And so, I wrote this song for her. This song is dedicated to anyone who’s ever had to miss spending Christmas with their loved ones. Enjoy my original song “Miss This Christmas” and do share. This is available to download for free at the link in the description.
what he means:Honestly the idea of men not being able to have emotions other than anger is really upsetting and an issue that needs to be addressed in our society. The hyper masculinity in our society that we teach to male children starting right as they are able to speak is an issue, we should be teaching kids that feelings are okay and that they should be able to express themselves in a healthy manner instead of bottling it up because "crying isn't manly"
we need to stop being so desperate about finding aliens. we need to play hard to get, pretend like we couldn’t care less. watch them come rushing into our atmosphere
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.
I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.
“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”
I thought, You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.
if leonardo di caprio can wait 23 years for his oscar then y’all can wait for the damn light to turn green for more than 0.1 seconds before beeping at me tyvm
