I have two things on my mind: one, whoever broke into my apartment and stole my deoderant can go to hell. (And by 'hell', I mean that godawful shopping center, University Village. I hope this blog comes up when people google "university village." University Village shopping center provides umbrellas to its shoppers so that they're precious highlighted hair won't get wet when they go from Restoration Hardware to Lulu Lemon to Starbucks to Hanna Anderson to Patagonia to FroYo.)
ANYWAY...WHO HAS MY FREAKING DEODERANT?
Second thing on my mind: stupid fucking Movember. From what I gather from my sources (my sources are mostly Twitter and what I overhear on the bus), there is a month where men don't shave and then they are celebrated and adored for it and also this has something to do with their prostate. As someone whose entire sex is subjected to the belittling "support" for breast cancer awareness via athletes wearing neon pink and teenagers wearing 'I heart boobies' bracelets, I object. Strongly. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised: our culture and mainstream media sanctioning and praising men's lack of attention to hygiene and/or grooming norms in order to support a deadly cancer while a FAR MORE WIDESPREAD cancer that affects woman is supported by efforts that are overtly linked to femininity and/or sexuality is unfortunately not shocking. Please let me know when I get to stop shaving something and it will be both socially acceptable and a philanthropic act of benevolence.
Shit, I just got political up in my own blog.
(This post brought to you by graduate school. And caffeine. And my feminist beliefs for which I will not apologize.)
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