what people don’t realize about That’s So Raven is how it paved a crucial path for women. In many of the episodes, we’d see Raven dress up in all sorts of different costumes. She promoted body positivity. She wasn’t trying to impress boys all the time. Raven taught girls that it’s ok to be dorks. The stereotype that women aren’t funny was proven wrong countless times throughout the series. That’s So Raven is the single best show in all of Disney Channel’s history
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and the unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy—ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness—that terrible loneliness in which one’s shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what—at last—I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.
Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
Me time, writing, meditation, yoga, having time for my favorite fashion/make up guru ladies, creativity, home cooked meals, and organizing.
I lost myself quite a bit in my jam packed schedule of a life I was living. All of these positive activities, that I now have time for again, have reminded my why I moved here and started at the institute in the first place, My brain was so clogged with the negative and the panic and the rush. I lost my self in it.
I am going to be more than ready/motivated/rested for school when it is time to go back. Sometimes your soul just needs a break.
“Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.”—
something someone should have told me when i was eighteen
Here’s a sure-fire way to know that you hate women: when an incident of intimate partner violence in which a man knocks a woman unconscious gains national attention and every question or comment you think to make has to do with her behavior, you really hate women. Like, despise.
There is no other explanation. There is no “I need all the facts.” There is no excuse. You hate women. Own it.
Now, you probably don’t believe you hate women. You probably honestly think you’re being an objective observer whose only interest is the truth. You are delusional.
We have this problem in our discourse around the most important challenges we face where we feel we have to be “fair to both sides.” But sometimes, one of those sides is subjugation and oppression. If you’re OK with legitimizing that side in the interest of “fairness,” you’re essentially saying you’re OK with oppression as a part of the human condition. That’s some hateful shit.
I finally have my appointment with the iowa digestive health center today.
So of course my brain is doing that thing where it is convinces itself that i don’t have a chronic illness/that it makes up the pain and symptoms I have and none of it is real.
So that’s neat.
…and I usually know when I’m doing it. Sometimes life just requires me to, though. It all gets too intense and fast and I try to keep up and participate, but when I keep going and stop listening to my groaning brain and wobbly body it all blows up in my face. Always.
(Panic attack last night that made the top 5 worst of my life.)