Verbal Violence – Men Vs. Women

Men tend to hit women, either with words chosen to hurt, either with blows that make you say „I fell”, „I tripped”, „I hit a door”, because balancing strength and humanity is a difficult task, apparently.

Whenever they have nothing else to say about your faults, they always start with non sense like „slut”, „cow”, „bitch”, „stupid”, and so on, because whenever they’re out of reasons they hate you, it’s easier to offend you.

I’m not always a feminist, but I can’t help but be disturbed by this behavior. I, as a woman, was called names either because I made my male counterpart feel weak or small or stupid, or because I have ignored male attention at some point.

Don’t get me wrong, but these situations make it seem like men sometimes want us submissive and obedient, and they act like little children unused to opinions different from their own.

Yes, women are mean to each other, and their words might sting a little bit more, if told with the right tone and choice of lettering. But men tend to go and offend that very part of you that makes you doubt yourself, just because they know it’s easier. It’s easy to overthrow a woman by saying she’s fat, because she’ll start fasting. It’s easier to make her take a one way trip to guilt town by saying she’s a slut, cause she’ll go home and start counting every little kiss she gave during her short lifetime. It’s easier to make her doubt her own intelligence by saying she’s stupid, cause she’ll think why the fuck is she so stupid to stay with a scumbag like you.

Throwback Thursday: The Flys

Back from that time when the ’90s were awesome, and times were simpler, and Katie Holmes was still Joey. Which reminds me, I have to start watching Dawson’s Creek again.

High school and hearts are broken. Do you still remember those dreams?

Throwback Thursday: Angels and Airwaves

Throwback Thursday has no meaning in this realm, the Romanian windy sh*thole I live in, so I’m always waiting for people to ask what the hell is TBT.

For me, TBT is the memories I ran from, I grew up from, I enjoyed and I learned from. Those memories are what made me, in the end, my beautiful, awesome self that graces the earth today.

SO today I picked Rite of Spring to express what I forgotten for a few days. I’m glad all that darkness is over. Enjoy!

I was locked all day in the summer heat,
In a small brown house in Suburban Street,
With a skateboard and my shit guitar,
I’d dream all day that they would get me far,
My dad would ask me about my grades,
The asshole sports that I never played.
And then I’d ask about the girls he’d date,
Behind our backs when mom would stay up late.
It was near when I turned sixteen,
Got kicked out of school, and so it seemed
that things were closing in and ready to blow,
My dad moved out about that year or so,
It took an hour to start a punk rock band
To offset my fucked up family land
And as I held my mom would start to cry
I swore ourselves a better life

If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It’s made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

The summers gone, the years have passed,
My friends have changed, a few did last,
The smallest dreams got pushed aside,
The largest ones that changed my life,
And all I wish for has come to pass
From Rock N Roll, to love and cash
It’s all success if it’s what you need
Do what you like and do it honestly

If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It’s made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

Zambete si cutite

Dragul meu,

Imi place sa aleg cuvinte, sa le impodobesc cu rasuflari de cafea si funde rosii ca de Craciun, dar stiu ca nu e ceea ce-mi permite  soarta, timpul, orice din sfera asta fatalista, asa ca renunt repede la ornamente  si trec la treaba.

Cand te-am cunoscut prima oara, era aproape vara si era galagie, asa ca mi s-a parut normal sa faci si tu galagie, si eu sa contribui la galagia de-acolo. Ne-am galagiit impreuna, si totul parea bine si frumos, pana cand n-a mai fost.

Acum, sa nu ma intelegi gresit. N-a fost nimic brusc sau abrupt, doar ca in sufletul meu e un cutit, mereu in teaca, gata sa fie folosit.

Si, dupa ce l-am folosit incet pe tine, l-am folosit si pe mine. Si sangele s-a facut durere mestecata si oasele noastre s-au spart cu zgomot, caci n-au mai putut tine in ele oroarea viselor si a zapezilor pustii de-afara.

Are vreun sens ce-ti zic eu aici?

Si iarta-ma daca-ti zambesc, pentru ca e singurul fel in care te pot construi suficient cat sa te distrug imediat.

Si te iubesc, si te urasc, si totul e cafea intre noi, asa e?

Si te vreau, si nu ma vreau, dar asta e tot ce pot sa-ti ofer.

Cu drag,

C.

Review: The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

So, The Hunger Games are back, and Mr. President Snow is back with a vengeance.

After all that fighting and suffering and pure torture that both Katniss and Peeta suffered, we were left to think that finishing the Games was a true victory.

Well, wrong. Because Snow still hates the guts of our little Mockingjay, so he kinda wants her dead.

I loved the fact that J-Law managed to convey horror and terror so well. Her face may be ugly while doing it, but that doesn’t mean she can’t act the hell out of desperation.

I loved that Peeta seemed to be multidimensional this time, as opposed to the blank little boy I’ve seen in the first installment.

I loved the resignation on Gale‘s face, even after he kissed Katniss.

I loved that Katniss’ mother (still known as „Mrs. Everdeen” and nothing more) was a real help, and I loved how Prim started to carry her weight like a, well, boss. A medicine boss, while we’re at it!

Haymitch starts to unveil himself and he proves to be a part of a bigger plot than initially though, so… Kudos for Haymitch, you funny drunk you!

Cinna is episodic, but his final scene is tragic and his death proves to Katniss the ruthless of the system.

Speaking of Katniss, she seems a little off at times, maybe it’s because she doesn’t know who to protect first, maybe it’s because she’s just a child with a heavy burden. I don’t really know, but the girl can act, be it a good or a bad situation.

Finnick is arrogant and gorgeous, almost like I was picturing him while reading the book, but the beautiful Sam Claflin managed to give depth to this amazing character otherwise depicted as very simple.

Johanna is gorgeous too, a wild beast that mocks the Capitol with a smile on her face, but her role is still kept at a minimum, so we’ll have to wait and see what happens next with her.

All in all, this second part of the franchise is more compact, loaded with action (I’m looking at you, Francis Lawrence!) and filled with the necessary desperation and urgency that the first movie lacked so bad. I can’t wait to see how it will all pan out, when all the political strings will be pulled by the right person(s).

Adam Levine, People’s Sexiest Man Alive

Everyone’s problem these days seems to be the Sexiest Man Alive chosen by People magazine. It seems that Adam Levine, massive d-bag with sexy abs, is not worthy of the title because of… Well, his douche-bagginess.

Apparently, his abs (and tats, for those into that kind of stuff) are not enough for the title of the Sexiest Man Alive. Oh well, when magazines like People, GQ or FHM start ranking people based on their behavior and their douche-bagginess (or lack of that), then I’ll argue that the person chosen to represent a generation of sexy is not worth that title.

In the meantime, we are left sighing at the abs of Hugh Jackman and Ryan Gossling and we are left dreaming of the ample bust of Scarlett Johansson and the sexy beach body of JT’s wife (can’t seem to remember her name, though).

People do not rank sexy people based on their humane qualities. People do not choose the sexiest person alive based on the money they donate or the amount of children with cancer they help. People do not take into account the fact that some of these celebrities are cheaters and frauds, so why do you have to be sooooooo judgmental?

Adam Levine and his abs were asking for this title for so long, it’s only right to give them what’s already theirs.