To people who did not put me on “Married at First Sight”

I can’t believe you people.

It’s awkward enough to be this attractive and not already be on TV. It really grinds my gears that you rustled up a whole lot of people who just can’t seem to nail down The One and matched them up with each other and I wasn’t informed or contacted. I am not that hard to find, and you know it.

Particularly when I’ve now watched the season finale (don’t you worry, I’ll be going back to watch the whole season online at my convenience) and I note the attractiveness of the man options. I could have definitely managed getting married to any of them before knowing anything about their personality. Who even needs a personality. I clearly have enough for both halves of a couple. These men seemed mostly normal, compared with women who didn’t know how to do laundry or butter toast. I would never suggest anyone leave their farm that they loved.

I would have done wonderful to camera bits. I would’ve opened up about any feelings I had about anything ever. I would have taken it seriously. I would have put out on the honeymoon.

I would have spewed forth clichés with warm and genuine inflections. I would have tried new things, like other ones in addition to getting married to someone I’d never met before.

I would have been a total dreamboat, and now I never will, and it’s all your fault.

To people who refuse to concede that Bieber is killing it lately

Nobody is more surprised than me that I am writing a post about Justin Bieber.

But listen to me when I say this: his 2015 album “Purpose” has really found itself a place in my regular listens. There’s some definite stuff going on. Musical stuff. It’s good.

Let me break it down for ya (much like Biebs breaks it down on several of his singles):

  1. What Do You Mean?

This one is about not knowing what someone means, and actively trying to figure it out using the tactics of questioning.

  1. Sorry

This one is about a breakup, I think. And Bieber knows he’s screwed up. He wants to know if it’s too late now to say sorry, and then he decides to just say sorry anyway (I getcha Biebs, it can’t hurt, can it?).

  1. Love Yourself

This one is about a girl who used to hang out with Bieber or whatever and doesn’t anymore and he’s just realised she was a bit of a dick and his mum didn’t even like her. And he’d just really like to make it clear that he’s not still secretly in love with her. Publicly, he’s making it clear publicly.

  1. Where Are U Now

This one is about Bieber trying to locate someone – Skrillex has come along to help.

 

They might be a bit silly, really, but they are the catchiest damn songs ever. Listen to all of them a bit. Listen to all of them a bit more.

To people I hope to entertain and then annoy in 250 words

In this age of teeny tiny attention spans, we all look at things and decide how we feel about them in less than 5 seconds (I have literally pulled this stat from nowhere and I will not be challenged on it). It is my opinion that we should all accept this is a thing now and just start working harder on selling people on whatever we’re putting down that we’d like them to pick up.

Me personally? I am a fan of well-titled books and academic journal articles/dissertations. A friend sent me a book title recently that I enjoyed. It was “Barbara the Slut and other people”. I would read that, wouldn’t you read that? I would read that twice (or read the first half of it four times, depending on which part was about Barbara and which was about the other people).

I like the use of puns. I’d quite enjoy a research-based article about gluten free pasta to make use of the word ‘impasta’. I think we need to have a sense of humour about those oftentimes highbrow academic spaces, for if one is not able to laugh, then one should not be in charge of anything to do with other humans.

I digress. (Part of me always wants to say that and then leave it there).

To people on the internet (a long post because of all the so many reasons)

Let me preface this by saying that I respect science lots because it means I get the internet, a car to drive around playing Rihanna really loud and even scotch. Even scotch is from science! So I definitely respect its power. I also like how it gives me power(electrical). However, some people are definitely all “YEAH BUT SCIENCE” and I am not one of those people.

There’s other kinds of power besides electricity.

I’m not getting derailed by science, because I am not a scientist, and I don’t care to get a science degree just to make a point, for there are much more interested parties with much more scientific brains who have it covered. All the kinds of power to ya.

Just one quick thing though, about online conduct. I posted an article which made a little bit of fun of one science person’s thing they said. Mainly because I do not like when science is used as a tool to support perpetual inequalities, like science exists outside of the human world as untouchable facts in manner of God or similar. Science is made by humans and humans are flawed. Yes? Let us continue.

Also: philosophy is made by humans and humans are flawed. Still yes? Excellent.

There is no hierarchy of truth here. You cannot beat feminism with anything because it is not a true or false scenario. Also: feminism is made by humans and humans are flawed. Yes.

I don’t care about the words you know and I don’t care about how you’re using them to speak over me when I’ve told you I am not interested in anyone playing devil’s advocate, or investigating the merits of the article from a scientific perspective, or explaining to me about how I’ve read the article incorrectly. I know why I posted it and you’ve not changed my mind. Nor do you endear yourself to me in any way by explaining to me what feminism should be getting to the bottom of.

If you do not understand why I haven’t let you beat me with science or philosophy, all I will say is you’ve missed the point.

If you are offended that I am not speaking in hushed tones around you explaining the science to me, remember that I actually told you I wasn’t interested in what you were saying and you kept saying it and I also don’t care about your stupid feelings.

I don’t have much respect for philosophy when it’s bandied aboot on the Facebooks. I prefer to talk the way regular people talk when I talk on social media. It means anyone can join in.

And listen. I have no time for being educated on a better approach to feminism. Mine works really well, in fact it’s the best way of looking at things ever and I’m so not interested in having it challenged or changed. Thanks.

To aspirational Instagrammers/Facebookers who make me think I’m doing it wrong

Hey kids,

Cool it on the perfection, the inspiration, the aspirations, the hashtag glory. I’ve been trying to keep up for ages and now I’m a bit over it. I’ve come up with a list of suggestions I’d like to see you whack a filter on – let’s call it a ten-day challenge:

  1. Post argument #selfie with your significant other before making up, when you’re both wondering if you really need this shit
  2. Close-up of snotty tears face just after crying at Grey’s Anatomy/P.S. I Love You/video of any sort of animal being reunited with its animal friend or family
  3. Ad-hoc catalogue of pointless, passive-aggressive work emails sent about people’s dishes in the kitchen area
  4. Daily play count of catchy pop song in style of Bieber’s “Sorry”/Rihanna’s “Bitch Better Have My Money” interpreted into graph, relative to day of the week and blood sugar levels
  5. Cups of tea, in no particular order, in a 3 x 3 grid
  6. Short video of just-missed bus as it pulls away
  7. Pile of never-read books in order of literary street credibility: most impressive at the bottom of the stack
  8. Bitten-nails manicure on stubby fingered man hands, with a French twist
  9. Bar graph representations of how many times a person at a desk job hits their Enter key/smacks their forehead to the desk in a day
  10. Error messages as inspirational quotations

And…. go.

To the damn System, the whole of which is wrong

I am completely fucking over this whole fucking systematised misogynistic bullshit pile, for it is a gigantic waste of my excellent brain energy.

Hypothetically, let’s say I see a job I want to apply for that I would be very damned good at.

People react to me sharing my intentions by pre-emptively coaching me through the not getting of the job before I’ve even written a motherfucking cover letter. Breaking it down, you say “yeah, I mean, you may as well give it a shot” – I hear “bless your cotton socks, you think you’re people who get important jobs”. You know what? I don’t need any more suggestion to prepare myself for failure. I’m a young female person in an old male bureaucratic institution. I know full well that I’m staring down the barrel of a lifetime of busy work and spreadsheets unless I pick myself up, trudge through the mud and the gentle suggestions that I aim lower. I know women are meant to be happy little administrators who good-naturedly run the world with little to no acknowledgement, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit quietly waiting for someone to throw me a party.

System, you asshole. You’ve made me internalise some hectic self-doubt, and I’m equal parts heartbroken and furious. I could run this whole entire world, given the right gang and the correct breakfast – yet here I am, paralysed into breaking down selection criteria and listing reasons why the things I’ve done so far are Not Enough.

I think what really grinds my gears is that I know there are people in the world who just assume they will get the Job or the Thing or the Whatever, and then they just… get it, just like they thought they would. I want the Job! I want the Thing! I want the Whatever!

The end.