Chances are, after all the sh*t that went down yesterday with the VRA, DoMA, and #StandWithWendy, that you’re probably a little riled up over something. Are you celebrating? Pissed? Scared? Toweling off before the next round? You probably should.
If you did manage to somehow make it to this blog without having heard about any of the history being made in the last 30 hours, and without being crushed by the weight of the rock you live under, I dedicate today’s quote to you.
Right. Because she’s going to school for prostitution?
My new show opens tonight, so I thought I’d get a little personal.
Guess what else? Surprise! I don’t look for a parent in my boyfriend. Sometimes this site is cathartic for me, too.
Never let somebody else tell you who or what to be. Especially not in the name of love. That’s not love.
In honor of flying back home to NYC today:
Really? Please. Just please.
In other news, this is the first TMXS update I’ve posted from an airport! And boy do I feel important, doing business on the go. On the fly? On the wing? I’m giddy with options! Or perhaps that’s just sleep deprivation. Anyways, home I go, and thankfully not to this guy.
Today we round up our March Madness Mondays with one of the most disturbing submissions I’ve received. Not only is this totally f*cked up, but it’s timely, as well. As the Steubenville rape case just wraps itself up, so many of us are wondering, “How can horrible acts like this still happen? How is it possible that women and girls are still seen time and again as less than a person?” The best answer I can muster, particularly after reading this quote, is look to the schools. You know, those factories of peer imitation and role-modeling.
Who doesn’t want this high school teacher taking his/her daughter under his wing?
At least this guy seems to be in some level of distress for being a total slimebag. Do we blame the movies, for casting pretty little–excuse me—Bright Young Things to prance around as leading ladies? Do we blame the students, for wearing cute little skirts and totally asking for it? Or do we blame (my preferred inclination) this asshole for being a creepy pervert? If you can’t get through a work day without mentally undressing your students, it’s time to find a new job.
Ordinarily, I try to let the quotes speak for themselves. But as the submissions keep coming in, and some of them are so incendiary, timely, and just upsetting, I may find it harder and harder (pun not intended) not to throw in my two cents about them. Your discussion is heartily encouraged.