How feminism has helped me

So I realized I haven’t posted in a while, and this makes me sad. I obviously cannot post regularly because I forget and I’m lazy. But I do post, which is something. To me, maybe not to you. And by you, I mean you the reader the one who is staring at these words hopefully maybe with an amused look on your face. Because you are probably thinking “what is this girl rambling about?” because if I was in your shoes that’s what I would be thinking. Well that’s what I’m thinking right now actually, and how my coffee is cold, again.

Anyways I do have a point to why I am posting, not to just blabber on about things that aren’t important.

So feminism.

I am still new to it, I am still learning, well we’re all still learning. There isn’t like a badge of feminism that says “YOU ARE THE HIGHEST RANKING FEMINIST” no that’s not a thing, feminism isn’t like being a girl scout. That is what being a girl scout is like? I wasn’t a girl scout as a child so I could be totally wrong. ANYWAY. The point I am going to try to make is why feminism is important to me, Izzy. Many people have different reasons for believing in feminism, and I want to explain mine. Mainly because I just figured it out. I know why I believe in feminism and why it means so much to me now, and I think it’s a wonderful thing that I figured it out. I feel like I want to scream it to the clouds and talk about to anyone who will listen. But since everyone is working I will go to you, the reader/s, the internet! A magical place!

So I was in the shower this morning and I was looking at my legs, I haven’t shaved for a couple weeks or so, I initially didn’t shave all July but then some stupid thought popped up and was like Izzy shave your legs it’ll feel nice and I did, but it took a fucking hour to shave my legs, and I barely got any hair off so I just gave up again. But anyways my point to my legs is that, I’ve heard many stereotypes of the “typical feminist” and what they look like. The one stereotype that continues to pop up is a dirty, unshaven, butch lesbian. I and many people can say that is utter bullshit. Like people (because they are people gasp) feminists come in all different shapes, sizes, genders, skin color, sexuality, religion etc. So some feminist are straight edge, girly, weeaboos! They can be anything, and because of that the feminist community is so vast and different but everyone has the same intention, equality for everyone. Everyone is so understanding and accepting of everyone that it makes you feel better. Do you get what I’m saying?

I don’t think so, I’m just stringing words together hoping they make sense. Let me try again maybe.

Like before I “found feminism” I was really self conscious, I didn’t do things that I really wanted to because I thought be judged, and I thought wearing a lot of makeup would make me look like a “whore” and I just wasn’t happy with myself. But then I started to listen to Bikini Kill and I started reading books on women’s suffrage, and I got involved with the tumblr feminist community. And I realized something, I can wear whatever the fuck I want, I can put as much makeup as I want, I don’t have to shave my legs if I don’t want to. Because it’s not about pleasing other people, it’s about pleasing and making yourself happy. When I “found feminism” I became more open to peoples ideas, I was able to believe in something that made sense to me. It opened my eyes to what the world is like. I live in small community where women were treated like people, and there was a very prominent LGTBQ community. So I guess I took that for granted and thought that everywhere was like us, but it wasn’t. I’m glad that my eyes were opened to it and I didn’t stay ignorant to what is happening in the world. It’s good because if I went out into the world not knowing that everyone is not as nice as I think they are, I would I have been screwed. I’m not saying everyone is a horrible person but there are those people who are and you cannot avoid them.

I guess I kinda just grew up thinking that people were treated equally and gender or race or sexuality wasn’t being taken into account on peoples views on one another. So when I learned that it wasn’t like that, feminism just made sense. People should be treated equally, men should not dictate what I can do with my body, I want to have equal pay, I should not worry about my self image and how it affects other people, and most of all I want to feel safe about being self. And feminism showed me that, of course we’re gonna have to work for some of those things, we can’t just sit around and talk about it we need to stand up for our beliefs. I know if we try hard enough we can make a change.


By the lake


My family and another family rented a house right on the lake. I left my computer at home and only brought my notebook and four books. One notebook was for my novel that I am attempting to write, and my other notebook was for little things that popped into my head. I am sharing with you the notebook that was for the little things that popped into my head.

June 23, 2013

I tell him of her lost life story, he replies with the statement “Well she will just have to live it again,” as if living life twice is a simple thing to do.

June 23, 2013

In the beginning of summer I fell in love with how the moon enveloped the lake.
How the lake and the forest      melt together to create an
amorphous blob
How the moon drips down into the lake
and how the light from the houses bled into the lake
filing      the       water        to be golden
I fell in love with nature and out of love with you

June 24, 2013

The dock is quiet, except for the waves that come once and a while and crash against the rocks. And for the chatter from the house that reverberates off the dull shimmering lake. The dock is the opposite of quiet actually, it is full of sound. The cicadas whistle, the water laps at the rocks as if it was a dog, the kids screech in the distance as they get thrown into the water by a sibling or a parent. Once and a while the loon will make a noise and it will echo for a few minutes prolonging the eeriness of its call. The humidity press down unto me, making me want for the cool waters to surround me. But I fight the urge and let the lake side breeze cool me. Noura comes down, her flip flops making a noise as she rushes down to sit at the dock on the white chair. My thoughts are disturbed and my words float away as if they were on a boat.

June 25, 2013

The world seems more alive in the morning. When we are sleeping the bugs and birds come out, they whisper and giggle to one another. Telling stories of their nightly triumph. I want to preserve this moment, this moment at 4:24 on a Tuesday morning, in a time capsule. Save it for my children so they can know that when the earth is death from war, the earth was once alive. It thrived like I did once. I much like the earth is most beautiful when no one is watching. When the morning sun sneaks its way up the staircase to catch a glimpse of it’s reflections on the water. The birds will sing to it, telling it of it’s beauty.

June 29, 2013

I want to take all the rope in the world and make one big lasso
I want to lasso the stars and drag them closer to us
We could hop from star to star
Naming the unnamed after our favorite things
Each star would be different and we could absorb all of its energy
Soaking it into our skin
We could bask in the energy of our galaxy we named.

Female Fronted Bands


I have a friend who has some questionable opinions. We wanted to start a band together, like every teenage kid, and I wanted to sing cause I thought it would be fun. The thing he said to me stuck with me for a while, and it wasn’t mean, but being a feminist it put me off a little bit. He said to me that we shouldn’t have a female singer because not many female fronted bands get famous. It bothered me because there are so many female fronted bands that are so famous and so amazing.  Because he said that to me I want to be just like “challenge accepted” watch me get famous.

There are a lot of great female fronted bands that don’t get as much reconnection as they should. So I have been making it my duty to find as many as possible. Normally when I talk about music it’s mostly about like 80s-90s music, mostly punk rock or something. I have noticed that a lot of girl punk bands talk a lot about feminism, sexism, sex, and things that pertain to being a girl. Which I find very empowering and totally badass.

  • Bikini Kill
  • Royal Trux
  • Blondie
  • Pat Benatar
  • Damone
  • The Cranberries
  • Hole
  • Jack Off Jill
  • Marina and The Diamonds
  • Pussy Riot
  • I guess Pussy Galore, there is Julia Cafritz, but she’s not the singer, she’s the guitarist
  • Deep Dark Robot
  • Queercore
  • Regina Spektor
  • Kids Love Lies
  • Kimya Dawson
  • The Distillers
  • Lana Del Rey
  • Free Kitten (which is actually Sonic Youth’s Kim Gordon’s band)
  • The Donnas
  • Lilly Allen
  • Florence and The Machines
  • Paramore
  • Emily’s Sassy Lime
  • Cold Cold Hearts

There is soooo many more, I have actually just recently found a wonderful playlist of a bunch of these bands and of course they start with the song Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill, which is always the best way to start a Female Fronted band playlist

I know I must have missed a bunch of bands, there is no way I got all of the female fronted punk/rock/pop bands. That’s just what I could think of off the top of my head. But if you think of one or two or six please share them with me and I would love to add it to the list! Music is a wonderful way to help express things. So I hope if you don’t know these bands already that you look them up! Because most of them are amazing!

Why teenage girls act the way we do, coming from a teenage girl.

my scanner doesn't always work so I took a photo with my smanshy fancy camera.

my scanner doesn’t always work so I took a photo with my smanshy fancy camera.

I am a teenage girl, as I have said before, I think. Being a teenage girl is a very confusing thing, mainly because of the other teenage girls we have to interact with and having to deal with our own personal findings. Being a girl or women in this world we live in now is an interesting thing to go through. You have the pressure of the future looming over your head, not to mention the pressure of stereotypes and other women’s views of on one another.

To understand why teenage girls act the way we do, you have to understand what we go through.

Being a teenager you have to get up at the ungodly hours of the morning, which for me is very hard to do. My school actually starts later than most high schools which is better for me. I drag myself out of bed and down to the kitchen to make myself some coffee, because without coffee it is very difficult for me to have a filter. I than go back upstairs once I make coffee, 2 spoons full of cream and 1 spoon full of sugar, to get dressed and do my make up. Which shouldn’t take long but I make it long. I like my make up to be as perfect as possible so it takes me like 40 minutes to do the wings, which is ridiculously long I get annoyed with myself a lot during this point in my morning. During this my coffee gets cold because I forget about it so I run down the stairs to nuke my coffee then in that minute I run back upstairs to throw all my homework and papers into my bag. Once I hear the ding of the microwave I check myself in the mirror then hurry back down the stairs. By then it’s already like 7:30, I get up at 6:30, or I try to. So I gulp down the last bits of my coffee and throw together my lunch and breakfast that I bring to school. I brush my teeth and then put my shoes on. Surprisingly I am normally the first person to be ready so I go on my computer to kill time.

Why do girls feel the need to put on so much make up, or spend so much time on how they look? “It’s obviously because they are trying to impress a guy they like” No. Most of the time it’s because the person is unhappy with how they look. (let me say this is not why all girls do things, I probably know as much as you do on my gender, but this is what I know about some teenage girls.) The media has ingrained in our minds since the beginning that if we do not have their product we are not beautiful, or we are wrinkly, or our hair is greasy ect. It’s set up to make us feel like that so we can get whatever product they are trying to sell us. Being kids we don’t always understand that, it’s not in our front of our brain. We do not wake up and think “Oh I don’t have this type of make up, I’m ugly.” It’s over time, in our subconscious. And that is the worst, because we do not have control over that. We can say that these commercials do not affect us, but we are still buying make up.

I buy make up because I like it, and sometimes because I don’t like how I look without make up on. But admitting that is the first step to changing that. I am trying to change that, but I mostly wear it because it has become habit and I generally like putting make up on.

So back to my average day. It takes between 20 to 30 minutes to get to my school from my house. Because I am learning how to drive some days I am the one in the drivers seat. I am normally early, once again, to school because my parents have to get to work before school starts. Once I get to school I got to the cafe we have and make my breakfast then sit down in a little nook of the school to read. Not many people are at the school that early in the morning so I seclude myself, so I can read or do homework that I forgot to do in the previous night.

Lets say it’s a Monday morning. So I’m probably more rested then I would be in the middle of the week.

The first class I have is stage combat, it’s an alright class. We are currently learning how to stage sword fights. So just an average type of class. I like to wear dresses a lot so I have learned to wear bikes shorts under my skirts/dresses so I don’t “have to act like a lady.” Meaning I can kick or jump on someone without having a anime panty shot.

Somewhere in my day I have to go to the bathroom. Which shouldn’t be as stressful as it is, because you are just going to the bathroom. But the bathroom is where girls go to gossip, check their make up, and judge everyone. If I am lucky no one is in there, but that is almost never the case. I have noticed that girls tend to judge other girls on things that happen to everyone, like lets say, periods. I don’t know why but whenever I am trying to unwrap my pad or something whoever is in the bathroom just stops talking and it becomes instantly awkward and I find that hard to deal with. Like I know I have no reason to feel awkward about it, but I do. So I put a thing on tumblr asking girls if they feel awkward about unwrapping pads or tampons when there are other girls in the bathroom. It’s weird how many girls felt uncomfortable with it or felt awkward about it. Like every girl gets her period so why is so awkward?

Also sometimes when I walk into the bathroom there will be girls in there talking and they’ll just stop talking and stare at me. This isn’t the normal who’s-at-the-door stare, it’s the why-the-fuck-would-you-even-come-in-here-when-we-are-talking-in-here. It’s the worst.

At the end of my day I come home with a bag full of homework that I am expected to do either for the next day or by the end of the week. And the school expects us to sleep? It’s either sleep or good grades. Somehow I have managed to have both, but it’s very difficult.

Double standards is a huge issue that I see people struggle with, and I myself struggle with a lot. The google definition says double standard is a “Noun: A rule or principle that is unfairly applied in different ways to different people or groups.” A frequent double standard that I see happen is when people, particularly males (I’m trying to write this so it’s not male bashing, because that is bad and just as mean as sexism.), tend to say to girls “oh why do you feel so self-conscious, you are beautiful,” or “you’re so pretty when you laugh, why don’t you laugh more” or “why don’t you like to wear bikinis?” etc. When a girl wears something that is a little bit revealing or she likes it and feels pretty in, males will make rude comments (not always though, there are nice guys out there). Some will comment on their body figure, or “what rack she has” or “how her ass looks fine in those shorts.” Sometimes girls have scars, and say she has gotten enough confidence to show them or wear something that shows them, people will make negative comments on them. That is unacceptable, making rude and mean comments to someone who has scars on them is hurtful. The person has been through something so bad that they feel the only way to take control is by harming themselves. And saying that they shouldn’t wear revealing clothing, or that it’s disgusting, or anything making a comment on it in a negative way, is not helping the person in any way or form. So next time you ask a girl or anyone why don’t they wear a certain thing, or do this or do that, think back into comments that you or anyone else may have made on them. Then see why we don’t always do that.

That’s kind of the main double standard I see a lot of girls struggling with. It’s a difficult thing to navigate through.

People say confidence is attractive in a girl, but then girls will make fun of each other and guys will make negative comments on our bodies. You expect us to have a high esteem level for ourselves, when we are bashed by our peers? That is double standard that I have the hardest time dealing with, because I don’t have a lot of confidence in myself.

Being a teenager is weird, you have all these emotions that you don’t always understand. Then on top of that you have to go to school and have friends and a social life. It’s just a weird part in life that everyone goes through.

A teenagers view on Time Travel


Today I am sick, and when I am sick I have a lot of time to sit and think. But luckily for you, the reader, I am not thinking about my “love life” or what I am going to do with my life. I am thinking about time travel.

Time travel is a complex and very confusing thing. As the 10th Doctor has said “People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint – it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.” To understand time travel one must understand time. Everyone knows what time is, we have grown up knowing what it is. As little kids we know that there is the past, which has happened before us, there is the present which is what is happening right now at this very second and then it turns into the past, and then lastly there is the future. The future has yet to happen, and no one knows what is going to happen in the future. I know as a high schooler who is looking into colleges, I stress about the future.

But time is not that simple. Many philosophers have spent years studying it, trying to grasp it.

The Oxford English Dictionary defines time as “a limited stretch or space of continued existence”, or “as the interval between two successive events”.

From what I’ve gathered on the internet there are two main concepts of time. Concept one is Presentism. The thought of presentism is that only the present is real, that the past and future does not exist. Everything occurs in the present and whatever has happened in the past or future does not exist. The second concept Block Universe View is the concept that is more widely used. It is the concept that the past, present and future coexist together. But these concepts do not tell us why we move forward in time, or why we cannot go back into the past.

Now that I have said a very tiny bit on time, I shall dive into the scary wormhole of time travel.

Time travel is moving from one point in time to another point in time. So how do we do that? Do we travel really fast in one direction, of course not, we would just end up break the the sound barrier which is not time traveling. We need to bend time to be able to create wormholes to the point of time we are trying to get to. Wormholes are bridges between time and space that things can travel through.


Traveling through time has consequences, and they are called paradoxes. The most commonly known paradox is, what would happen if you killed your grandmother? You would then be nonexistent because if your grandmother is dead, then your mother was never born thus you were never born either. But killing your grandmother would lead to many other things not just you not being born. It could lead to many different things, because one person has a huge effect on things. Like say for example, after your grandmothers death it could send your grandfather into depression, leading him to commit suicide. But your grandfather was going to be elected as congress men in the early 2000s, so now they elect someone else. But of course it does not have to be that dramatic.

Time traveling is a dangerous and impossible thing. As a wise wizard once said “Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous.”


Community; a noun; A group of people living together in one place, esp. one practicing common ownership: “a community of nuns”. A definition does give a true meaning. Community is more than just a group of people living together, you don’t have to be living together to be a community. A community is when a bunch of people take care and love one another. A community is more than just a group of people, it is the bond that the people share with one another, friend or not.


Women are not to blame


I have grown up in a world where my parents have told me to dress appropriately, so that men’s gaze doesn’t fall upon my body in the way that makes me shrink into myself. They told me that my skirts have to be go past the tips of my fingers, and my shirt cannot show cleavage. But as I grow older I begin to realize how illogical it is. It should not be my duty as a woman to dress so that I do not get touched or harassed by men. It should be the duty of men to not look upon a women with that type of look that makes the cringe and shrink into their bodies and minds. Sometimes what we wear does not stop men from doing that. Sometimes little girls feel the wrath of men who cannot control their urges, and was it what they were wearing set the man off? The answer is mostly likely no.  Maybe instead of teaching young girls how to dress, parents should teach young boys how not to rape, not to make women feel uncomfortable. Then maybe this world will be less fucked.

Woman should not be blamed for their rape, because they were drunk or they were being too provocative or she never said no. Being drunk doesn’t allow anyone access to someones body. Wearing a short, tight dress doesn’t mean she’s asking for it, or that she’s a slut. Just because she never said no does not mean she wants you, if she is pulling away or squirming, she does not want that to be happening.