Antichrist Barbie

One of my favorite poems from Kinky is Antichrist Barbie. It is short, sweet and to the point.

She could turn her head all the way around

like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

Her bare high-heeled feet were begging to be nailed,

Jesus-style, to a cross. Mother's saw their daughter's dolls

levitate above pink carrying cases,

then tip upside down, arms straight out to their sides.

Barbie's an angel, cried the little girls who loved her,

who would mortgage their souls to be like her,

who would do anything she asked.

I love this poem. I like how little girls' view of Barbie is shown, a love and devotion to the shiny, cold, plastic, lifeless doll. And how Barbie is also shown as 'evil' because in a way she is...making girls want to be her. They really would do anything for their favorite doll, no matter what. Everyone views Barbie as sweet and innocent and then, bam. She is secretly the antichrist. Hahaha

Don't Say Yes, Run Away Now.

I Can't Help But Think This Somedays.

“Everyone edits themselves here,

and it makes me wonder

whether you’re ever actually connected to real people,

or just the people they all wish they were.”

(via: goodmorningandgoodnight)

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Just Be...

(via: goodmorningandgoodnight)

I Keep On Running, Keep On Running, And Nothing Works

I am Barbie.

In Mondo Barbie I was just flipping through the pages and I came across this very short poem entitled Barbie - by Jose Padua. I'll type it out so you can all enjoy it as much as I did.

I am Barbie.

I live in your dollhouse.

You change my clothes everyday.

If I could get out

of here I would

kill you all.

In one word, hilarious.

I also read Inner Visions in Body Outlaws. I enjoyed this reading a lot. It talks about how you don't doubt yourself before the age of 13 and how your body is fine and you can do anything. Then how something snaps and suddenly everyone is unsure of themselves and how we wish we could go back to before. The author is blind and the last image she has of her body is from when she was 13. The closing lines are awesome. She says, "The last clear self-portrait in my mind remains that of a plump, ebullient thirteen-year-old with pimples and too many curls. And I am glad about that. I never want to forget her. She had so much spirit."

I think that I loved these closing sentences because it seems lately that my friends and I talk about the past quite frequently. And how sometimes we wish we could go back. I mean who doesn't. You're care free, naive and accepting of everyone. If only all adults acted like 13 year olds in this sense...maybe the world would be better off....

Hairy, Hairy, Hairy

For reading number eight in Body Outlaws I read Memoirs of a (sorta) Ex-Shaver. The reading is about a woman who talks about how woman are have hair naturally, but we shave it off because it is the social norm. She talks about how she went on a backpacking trip where she could only bring the essentials and didn't have a razor and her leg and armpit hair grew out. She shaved it all after the trip, but then in college she tried not shaving for a period of time. Just how different it feels and how people reacted. I chose it because when we were assigned the readings I hadn't shaved in a while, and I was thinking about it that day. I am happy with this choice of reading, it was funny, interesting and I can relate because sometimes I don't shave for a while. Not because I am going against what society tells me to do, but because I am too lazy to and don't really care what other people think about it. Boys don't even understand what a pain in the ass it really is to keep up with this shit! I enjoyed the reading a lot.

Ruthless

If there is anything thing that I have learned over the past 21 years of life about friendship, it's this: "Friends come for a reason, a season, or a lifetime."

Thank you April Glonek for sharing this with me all those years ago. I hope you know it has stuck with me and is one of the truest things I have heard.

I'm not sure that I will ever understand people in general, but it hurts the most when it turns out to be one of your best friends.

I'll close with some words from Emerson:

"For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else."