one in four women will be raped in her lifetime ... There is something eerie about teaching our daughters how to fight off rapists and kidnappers. We need classes that teach men not to rape and hurt women.
If you need special training to know you that can't just stick your dick in whoever you want, chances are your parents shouldn't have been allowed to breed.
Why is it that I was like a five-year-old with ADD hyped on coffee when I tried to read books for my English class over a period of weeks, but I can sit with the same books from start to finish over a couple days and absorb the smallest details to the largest metaphors like a dry sponge dropped in a puddle when it's something I picked out myself? Same deal with textbook material (hooray for pirated textbooks). I've found the answer. I think.
Class work is for someone else. It's to establish someone else's opinion of you to establish a grade to establish a number to establish a far more watered down opinion of you for others at a glance. When you pick up a book off the shelf and go "oh, this looks interesting" and take it home, it's for yourself.
The only exception to this that I can think of was when I read Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. That book touched me so deep not even the subconscious stigma of having to read it for someone else could ruin my enjoyment of it. It reached in and touched mah fucken soul, man. That's the spark that happens when aliens in a mundane wasteland find some glimmer that reassures them they're not the only one of their kind. I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE IN HIDING IN THE SEA OF SHIT SOMEWHERE! And you're as lonely as I am, and alone enough to not be able to fill the loneliness through anything but dead people and strangers.

This was drawn in three minutes to make my little sister giggle. It succeeded, and is now my new badass "what the fuck" LJ icon. I don't know what they're looking at, but Meghan says it's probably Blixa Bargeld in a tutu. Rowland is clearly very upset.