Dear strangers,


I'm tired of this shit. I'm calling my doctor today. Wish me luck?

love,
g.

ps. I've now decided in the past 10 min that Tiger is an ass and I hope he buys his wife 18 cars after this.

Dear Tiger Woods,

I'm sorry that you're weak. You always seemed like such a "nice guy", even when you were having a tantrum and throwing clubs into sandpits. I'm sorry that your father died? Is that why you did this? You actually sound sorry in your apology, with all that talk about falling away from your morals. The real depressing part? You have kids. That, and the fact that she really should have hit HIM with the golf club, instead of the car, but I digress. Hubris just makes me sad, since it all comes from really horrible insecurity. This post is really disjointed and all over the place, but so are my feelings about this entire situation. Can you tell that I'm transferring my anxiety onto this random universal happening? I also bought myself this yesterday, in black:

It made me feel better for about 5 seconds. I also bought my dad a navy thermal too.
Happy 67th Birthday Dad, you act like you're 7!



love,

the nice girl, who wants you to be a "nice guy" again.

Dear strangers,

I just found out that my old work, Hush, is one of the finalists for Small Business of the Year in my town. Yes, this shouldn't be a big deal, but

SERIOUSLY? REALLY NOW?

You never payed me vacation pay. (Against the law) You didn't give me the minimum 4 hours a week. (Against the law) You fired me at the front desk, and as you were wrapping up, an effin customer walked in. (Against the law of common sense)

I hope they lose. I really do. If there is any justice in this world, they will lose. *

love,
g.

ps. I rocked the presentation
pps. I know that there isn't any justice in this world and they will probably win.

Dear strangers,

If I make it through Monday without having a full-blown anxiety attack, I will be lucky. I have a solo oral (doesn't that sound dirty?) presentation to do, and I couldn't be any more terrified if I tried. I haven't even finished it yet, and it's 15 min long, and it's on Monday at 2:30. I'm the first person to go out of my entire class, which is the only upside. I may not be able to watch other people to see what works and what doesn't but by 3:00 it'll all be over.

My project is really shitty and as far from perfect as it can possibly be.
Apparently writing down your irrational fears is supposed to help with anxiety

1. Everyone will be staring at me and judging me based on my project.

Answer: If they're doing that, they're assholes, and you shouldn't care.

2. The professor will think I'm stupid.

Answer: She's an awful professor. At this point, who gives a shit?

3. I'll have an anxiety attack as I'm presenting. (I've done it before, and it was excruciating and awful and UGH. I cried in front of my entire English class and was shaking and it was humiliating in a myriad of different ways)

Answer: You will make it through. It is only 15 min of your life. Even if you get 60% on this presentation, you are not 60% of a person.

Deep breathing is going to be key.

love,
g

Dear Jenny McCarthy,

I know you mean well, I know you do. However, next time you do an interview talking about autism and how a diet change has cured your son of autism, try and mention the fact that he also got cognitive-behavioural therapy.

You're rich. You also have a lot of supporters. Raise some money, and find some scientists who will run a credible study for you. I am not some skeptical pseudo-psychologist, I just want a credible study instead of anecdotal evidence. I'm prepared to believe that the diet helps kids with autism, and can help reduce their symptoms. (I said prepared to believe that it's true. btw) However, I'm not necessarily prepared to believe that vaccines are what caused the autism in the first place. Also, I know this is horribly sexist and bitchy on my part, but Jenny used to be a Playboy bunny and that's just hard to take seriously.

Has anyone heard about this ongoing controversy? I know that it's been going on for years, but it's been on my mind a lot lately.

love,
g

Feminist rant from the girl who generally doesn't care about feminism.

Dear strangers,

"The worst thing to call somebody is crazy, it's dismissive, "I don't understand this person, so they're crazy" - that's bullshit."

- Dave Chappelle

It's true, and he's right. Before we dated, my ex used to go on and on about his "crazy ex-girlfriend", and I'm not proud to say that I laughed along with him. After he dumped me, I became the "crazy ex-girlfriend" and he produced a multitude of extremely creative lies to tell people. I used to think about the first girl a lot. I knew that I wasn't crazy, so what was she? All those stories he told, were they even true?

The word crazy is dismissive. I've heard a lot of my guy friends use it to describe ex's, or girls who's behaviour they just don't understand. It perpetuates the worst kind of gender stereotype: that women are irrational and psychotic. Most men don't like to talk about their own emotions, and trying to understand someone else's emotions is uncomfortable and awkward.

I get that. I grew up with two brothers, and I can remember various situations where they looked at me like I was from another planet.

But you know what? I'm tired of listening to guys talk about crazy bitches, and why can't they stop crying, and emotions don't have a place here, and if you can't play ball don't step up to the plate. Labeling a girl as crazy is easier than having to face the fact that you did something wrong and that's probably why she's upset in the first place. Have all of us known girls who have freaked out at their boyfriends for seemingly no reason? Yes.
But there is ALWAYS A REASON; whether it's because she's a spoiled brat, or her dad's an asshole.

People and their behaviours are not made up of one simple adjective. They are multi-faceted and complicated and if everyone made a small attempt to think about the meaning behind someone else's actions, the world would be a little easier.
If as women, we can't treat each with love and respect, how do you expect men to?

love,
g

Someone got hit with the young and short stick.

Dear strangers,

Nine days out of ten, I don't mind being short. I can wear heels without towering over people, and my proportions let me wear regular-length pants so I don't usually need to hem things. However, the one downside to being short?

I'm never taken seriously. EVER.

I know I've discussed this before, but it's been on my mind recently. Just like they say at Les Demoiselles (check it out), I get the "you're cute, shut up" look far too often. Apparently short people can't have opinions although I think it's partially due to the fact that I also look 16. (BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. Some guy I know told me that I could pull off 11 years old recently. MotherFU) However, most of the people I interacted with at work last year knew how old I was, and I still got that look a lot.

And yes, in case you were wondering, I think my dramatics play a part. However, just because my personality can be *ahem* flamboyant, it doesn't mean I don't have a brain in my head. I shouldn't have to play that part of my personality down either, just so you can finally realize I'm not a total ditz.

Also, doctor's appointment has still not been made. Ya, I'm an idiot.

Off to bed!

love,
g.