Irony I can do without.
The people you want, don’t want you… and the people you don’t want, want you.
Age old saying, right?
Well, that’s the kind of irony I can do without, thank you very much.
The people you want, don’t want you… and the people you don’t want, want you.
Age old saying, right?
Well, that’s the kind of irony I can do without, thank you very much.
I’m not referring to me, personally. I’m gay so I do that all the time.
I’m referring to the song by Katy Perry. While it’s overplayed, there’s no denying its catchiness - or how it is the apparent anthem for girls ages 17-24 everywhere.
It’s cool to be bisexual.
I’ve got a few years (or more, I’m old) on many of those who read my blog, so I’m here to let you know the generation before you, and the one before that, were the same. Being bi was never uncool, it appears to simply be more “accepted” now.
In 1995, if you can even fathom 13 years ago, Jill Sobule had a hit single of the same title. At 18, I was fresh out of the closet then, but I can recall how the song created a media frenzy and was, of course, criticized by certain groups. I’m noticing the latter isn’t happening as much with Perry’s song. I haven’t read or seen any of Perry’s interviews to know if she’s really kissed a girl, or how she labels herself…and I’m not curious enough to go searching.
Please don’t think I’m criticizing you if you wear the bi label. Wear it proudly if you really are…but please don’t say you’re bi if all you’ve done is swapped spit with and copped a few feels on your girl buddies at a party, just to impress that guy who wants to bang you. That’s just sad. I’m sure he’d bang you anyway after all that drinking.
Current Mood:
Starving
Each morning after my shower, I use a Q-Tip (has to be that brand, the others are basically paper balls on a stick.
) to clean and remove water from my ears.
60% of the time, when I reach into the little jar in which they live, another Q-tip attaches itself to the one I’ve grabbed and ultimately falls to its death on the bathroom floor.
Must be a sad, lonely life to do nothing but hang out in a jar, watching the outside world pass you by. I can’t say I blame those brave little ear cleaners for taking the opportunity to essentially leap to their death…and all for a few brief moments of freedom.
Rest in peace.