Another Day, Another Dollar

Okay, this has bothered me for a while so here it is. Read the whole thing before you rip my head off.

Feminists. Extreme Feminists.

That sounds bad. Just listen, okay?

The feminists were essentially created by a bunch of females that wanted equal rights, right? Okay. And they don’t have completely equal rights, but they’re still working on it and I completely support them in that endeavor.  Still with me? And one of the main reasons they were created was because they were treated like garbage by males and were tired of it. Naturally, it can be generally assumed that each sex thinks it’s superior, just like every soccer team thinks that it’s better than any other soccer team or how every band thinks it’s the best band on the planet.This is all well and good, but not necessarily true. Okay, so here comes the zinger.

If feminists were so tired of being treated poorly, why do they think it’s okay now to simply bash men and always talk about how inferior men are to women and essentially do the same thing that was done to them?

Think about it. There are girls everywhere who always say “Girls are the smarter, prettier, better sex and guys are terrible and ugly and fat and stupid and mean”. Yet the number of men who say the same thing about females are not nearly as populous or outspoken in today’s society. And yes, this is a generalization, but so is the statement by all these females.

Granted, there are exceptions to my statement, but this is so blatant and it’s bothered me so much I just had to say it.

And another thing, there are plenty of feminists who jump on non feminists’  backs because they non feminists simply don’t believe what the feminists believe. What’s up with that? Guys don’t do that to other guys. That’s not cool. America is the land of the free choice. Not the land of “you have to believe what I say”

Look, I’m not an anti-feminists or whatever it’s called. I’m a huge supporter of women and their continued fight for equal rights, equal pay and equal benefits, among other things. So please don’t say that I’m not because it is simply not true. But Tumblr is a place for your thoughts and this is, well, my thoughts….my wonderings. And this is, well, a wondering. I know there is a bias in this, but how can there not be? There will forever always be some form of bias in this “argument” so to speak.

So before I get attacked by the people who simply skim this and only looks for the bad in it-and I know there will be those people- just think about it. And the next time you think about saying something mean or sexist to someone, remember that we’re all people of this planet. We’re all God’s people (or Allah or what-have-you) and we should stop fighting each other and slinging harsh words, and instead work together for a better planet. Because so far, we’re stuck here with each other, and we better get along better or we’re all in trouble.


Th-Th-Th-That’s all, folks.

(You read this whole thing? Props to you for caring what I have to say!)

WE FIXED THE “A” KEY

On to other news. Wow, this project is the worst. I’ve just finished my abstracts and I feel like I’m rewriting practically the same thing for each abstract. Obviously they’re different articles but I don’t like it. But I mean overall, the project is going much better than I originally anticipated.

itsnotthesaharadesert:

north korea launches nuclear missiles at america

in an unexpected turn of events they turn out to be nothing more than party balloons filled with confetti. kim jong un had simply hired a bad translator who mixed up his vowels and couldn’t tell the difference between fights and fetes.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

My brother wants me to stay at home for college and attended Oakland University cause it’s close so we can play video games together for four more years. Cute, yeah, okay. Whatever. That’s not the point. This is the point:
Yesterday he tried enticing me by saying-and I quote- “You should go to Oakland because it has many beautiful and classy ladies for you to mingle and court with”

he’s going far in life.

I’VE HIT A ROADBLOCK. I went out and got this criticism called “Juha in the Arabian Nights” from JSTOR. Okay, whatever, sounds good enough. So I start reading the criticism and it keeps mentioning “Juha”, but it never actually defines what it is. Once again, for a learned scholar like me, I am not phased. OFF TO GOOGLE WE GO!


…It’s not anywhere on Google.Or GoogleScholar. Or dictionary.com. Or Wikipedia. Or any other site that I can think of. Nothing.

WHAT DO I DO?

Welp, I’ll end up skipping it and just using another source. Dang. And this project seemed so simple at first.

Woohoo done!!! See, this was way worth it. Now just to write it. See, everyone who puts you down just drives you. Literature is just like sports-WHOA. The last stories were clearly the best, and Sherezade managed to escape from that psycho prince (she’s such a sneaky little devil). This was SUCH a good book. I’m definitely reading it again.

Okay, still reading this huge tomb. It’s long, but these stories become easier and easier to handle. Eventually you settle into a rhythm and can pretty much knock out fifty pages in a sitting if your mother doesn’t bother you or your brother doesn’t ask you to help save the planet or an asteroid lands in your backyard or what-have-you. Anyway, I’m approaching the last couple stories (Sinbad, Aladdin and Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves-all famous) so hopefully they’ll fly too.

So I suppose you’re wondering why I abbreviated the title of my book to “1001 AN”. Well, the “a” key on my keyboard is broken, and typing the letter “a” is just a pain. I mean look how many “a“‘s Arabian Nights has. It’s a pain!

Anyway, I’m 200 hundred pages in and I’ve got 400 to go. I hope most people realize that I still have to read MORE PAGES THAN THEIR BOOK HAD. 
“oh my gosh Geoff, why did you do that to yourself?” “it’s all your fault.” First off, not complaining, just stating a fact. Secondly, I like challenges, when will you people realize that?
I’ve also come to realize some of these stories are incredibly bizarre. The entire premise of one story is that a man has gotten his beard shaved “at the luckiest time in 800 years”. Someone else choked to death on a fishbone, while his buddies just watched him die. They then preceeded to blame his “murder” on five other people in the town, shoving the body down chimneys, over stairs and kicking it around in the streets. These stories are absolutely crazy and they’re all different. Every single one.
I’m reading 20+ pages a day, but there’s no end in sight.

So this post is from when I started reading 1001 AN. Kreinbring kinda ruined the beginning for me by telling me what my book is about, but oh well. I also have a Reader’s Digest version, which I consult if I’ve got any questions on the language or whats happening in the story or what-have-you. It’s written in older English, there’s a lot of pages and it’s all in very small font. Like I said though-I love the challenge.

Yay I picked my book. See, the thing is, I figured out the more Kreinbring told me not to read the book because it was too hard, the more I wanted to do it. I want the challenge. I need it. I thrive on that kind of stuff. Plus, I love to tell stories and what better way to do something that I love than to actually read stories about stories about stories.

So I couldn’t choose between 1001 AN, Don Quijote or Dante’s Inferno. They all seemed relatively interesting and I want to read all of them before I go on and do something awesome with my life. They’re all a lot of reading too, but I like challenges so I was up for it. I wasn’t really quite sure which one I wanted to read for the longest time.

Why does everybody take everything so seriously?
Why is everyone so stressed about things that will work themselves out?

You. Are. ALIVE. 

Make the most of it.