Just saying. No spoilers.
The good:
Female pilots. And female storm troopers. And at least two scenes with aliens speaking Kuyo and Jang’o. One of them is Lupita. Also, light sabers.
The bad:
Everything else. But please. Go ahead. Watch it. Make them more money. I dare you.
May the force be … oh fuck it.
This video has been doing the rounds … and most people seem to think it’s super cute. Maybe it’s just me, but something in this video chilled me. No, not something. EVERYTHING!
I know that my response will be dismissed as feminism and men-hating and blah blah blah. But if we could stop for just one minute and think about these two kids.
This little girl, for whatever reason, does not want to be kissed. And this little boy, for whatever reason, has decided to kiss her – whether she likes it or not.
How is that cute? If this little boy tried the same thing five years later, or ten years, or fifteen years, would we all still think it was cute?
Fine, we can say it’s innocent and harmless because they’re so young. But what are these kids learning? I don’t know what happened after the video – or before it. But this boy may very well grow up thinking girls don’t mean it when they say no.
And the girl could grow up thinking it doesn’t matter if she does say no, because the boy will do what he wants either way. What kind of world would that be?
Oh wait …
Listen World. That little girl’s body is hers and hers alone. And if she doesn’t want him touching it, or kissing, or doing anything to it, it’s her right to refuse, and he has the obligation to fucking pay attention.
So, little boy, and everyone who told you that what you’re doing is cute – you need to just stop. And you, little girl, are an inspiration to us all. Don’t. Ever. Change.
A lot of people think purple is my favourite colour. It’s actually red. Except when it’s not. Then all hell breaks loose, literally. I suppose our bodies were designed to house children, which explains why they get so angry every time it doesn’t happen.
I wanted to write something really clever today. Something deep and philosophical, or at the very least, a well-researched piece on the universal function of PMS and why the world will fall apart without it. Maybe Denmark can help me out.
Instead, I have over-indulged in ice cream and Coldstone cocktails. I’ve been there so often in the past week that they know me by name and are now offering me free stuff. Like fridge magnets, pens, and a free Fudge-Banana-Love-It-Chocolate-Waffle.
Meanwhile, my workmates are providing commentaries on my expensive habits and trying to calculate how much I earn spend on dairy products. One even asked if I have standing order for Woodvale Grove, or whether I just left them my ATM card.
Today was actually pretty cold. It rained twice. But I still spent my lunch hour at the river nibbling on Coldstone. Yes, we have a river. Google says it’s Mathare, but we’re pretty far from there … and it’s more of a stream. It’s pretty clean though, and it has crabs and lobsters. They probably escaped from the neighbour’s cooking pot.
I’m almost done with therapy, and have learned a lot of useful skills when it comes to handling depression. They’re pretty helpful with PMS as well. So much so that they offer free entertainment for my office deskie. You see, my favourite method involves mind-mapping in multi-coloured ink. Turns out my deskie savours the uncensored…
Yesterday, I did a mind map on why I shouldn’t have another ice cream cocktail. Then I went and bought an ice cream cocktail, and balanced it out by spending two hours on my exercise bike. It’s a pretty basic bike, so even with two hours clocked, I barely broke a sweat. It made me feel a lot less guilty though, so that’s pretty cool.
This morning I came into the office with mud on my shoes. It has never occurred to me to wipe them off, but after some less than subtle comments by my boss and HR, I went to the reception and scrubbed the mud off the carpet. Then I got ice cream. And yes, I’m blaming it all on my uterus. If only nature had a less messy way to say this …