I love Miley. There, I’ve said it; I love Miley Cyrus. Seriously, I think that she knows exactly what’s up. She see’s society’s bullshit double standards and (literally) fucks them. Miley’s song “We Can’t Stop” is all about doing whatever you want because you can and not letting anyone get in your way.

“It’s our party we can do what we want; It’s our party we can say what we want; It’s our party we can love who we want; we can kiss who want; we can screw who we want.” 

I don’t know about you, but I totally agree. But that’s not why I’m writing about her. I’m writing because I totally respect her and all of the things that she’s been doing.  She’s doing something that like ten other women have ever done- the ones who come to mind are Queen Bey, Madonna, Lady Gaga, and Nikki Minaj. She’s saying “fuck you” to social constructs and gender roles and doing whatever she wants. People are freaking out because “her image has changed” and she’s no longer the “innocent Hannah Montana.”

Why is that something that’s expected of her? Girls don’t stay twelve forever; they grow up and they become sexual beings (or, according to society, sexual objects). But seriously, Miley didn’t owe it to anyone to stay a virginal little princess. She grew up and she realized that she wanted to be a real, popular singer- because who would want to stay twelve forever?

And people complain because she “acts out” and “dresses like a slut” when she actually does have an amazing voice (watch her singing Jolene and the rest of the backyard sessions). But the thing is, those videos exist. She obviously tried that- it’s not what people are looking for. The general public wants edgy, exciting, new, different. And that’s what Miley is giving. Miley’s got a great voice, and she deserves to be heard. In the music industry today, what she’s doing is what works.

How can people seriously be complaining about Miley’s over-sexualized act without complaining about all of the male artists that use vulgar, sexual language and obscene gestures and ideas as bases for their art? Hello, “Blurred Lines”?? That song is about rape. R. A. P. E. And it’s played every fifteen minutes on the radio. What’s wrong with our society that plays a song (by a male artist) about rape all the time, but flips out when a woman expresses her sexuality publicly?

And to everyone shocked by her performance at the VMA’s, why are you only focused on her? She was grinding on someone, meaning that someone had to be grinding on her too. And someone was. That someone was Robin Thicke, artist of that song about rape, who has gotten absolutely no shit for grinding on someone maybe half his age…

That’s just messed up, people.

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I can’t fucking stand humanity. Why we as humans believe that we are so superior to every single other living creature on this earth is beyond me. Why we think we can remove innocent creatures like orcas from their natural environment and place them into (relatively speaking) bathtub-sized, what are essentially, cages, I will never understand.
Things like this make me want to cry (out) in despair for the future of our earth. They also make me want to abandon all of my goals to be successful in a scientific field and want to become an environmental-activist.
At least someone is making this movie to spread the word.

On a side note, I do support many zoos and preserves that attempt to replicate animals’ environments in order to prevent their extinction. Seaworlds, however, do no such thing and it makes me sick.

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I’ve watched and read numerous interpretations of post-apocalyptic/end-of-days/advancement-of-technology-to-the-point-of-destruction type societies, and each one is more interesting than the next. I guess it’s because I really believe that something like any one of them/something that we would never expect is going to happen. I truly believe that humans are destructive by nurture- we live in a society that nurtures destruction. I don’t know enough about anything to make any observations about human nature.

I don’t think it will occur in my lifetime, and I hope it doesn’t occur in the lifetime of my potential-children. But i feel as though we are now living in the in-between stage. The time when it’s all starting to develop. Our technology is advancing at a rate faster than ever. Our world is changing rapidly.

And I’m torn. On one hand, I support this advancement because we as a people can benefit from it. The possibilities of science are endless and that is intriguing and exciting. But it’s also terrifying. I feel a loyalty to our earth- to protect and maintain her. Our advancement, I believe, is destructive. And it scares me that we are constantly destroying the single thing in our universe that has always supported us without hesitation. If we continue on this path of destruction, if we waste our earth, there will be no second chance. Everything we do is permanent.

So I’m afraid and excited. The future is limitless. It is all that we make it. I just hope that the rest of the world eventually realizes that all of our actions have consequences and are ready to face them when the time comes.

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I am a human being. I am not an object. If nothing else, I deserve to be treated as a person with emotions and independent thoughts. I really do have feelings, and when you treat me as though I’m just another friend who will accept your criticisms and “whimsical” behaviors, it does actually hurt. 

Please do not forget this. 

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endings scare me

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I’m a little girl, about 6. It’s a brisk autumn day, and I’m dressed in my favorite orange sweater, the one with the mismatching pockets that reminds me of Halloween. I look to the woman beside me, and I slip my hand into hers, noticing the difference in size. My mother’s hand envelops mine in a tight embrace, and I feel a sense of security and happiness that I don’t feel anywhere else. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves in front of me, and I giggle as she pretends to chase one, stopping only after it has flown so high we can no longer see it. We continue on our walk, and she points out different animals, scurrying along, preparing for a long, hard winter. She tells me about the different trees surrounding us, and she explains how each one starts out as a tiny little seed. Of course, I don’t believe her. How can something that enormous, so much bigger than even she is, come from something smaller than a penny?

Fast-forward a few years, and I’m now in middle school. I have since learned that trees do in fact grow from seeds, and I have come to terms with the reality that something so big can start out so small. But I just can’t grasp the idea that the unknown entity that has been causing my mother so much agony is even smaller. It’s a minute group of cells, which by some cruel trick of fate, have aggregated within her. How can something as small as this cluster of cells within her head be the sole cause of all of her symptoms? The vertigo, the headaches, the backaches, all because of the tumor.

And her hand, the hand that guided me through my childhood, into my curiosity-driven adolescence, the hand that used to be strong enough to do anything, is now weaker than I could imagine. It is my hand, now, that enshrouds hers. My hand, that softly squeezes hers, hoping to transfer some of my vitality to her.

I learn that I can no longer rely on her for everything. I learn that because of those few cells, the infinitesimally small intruders, my life is now driven by an animalistic need to survive. The need is hers as well as mine. I need her to survive, but in order for her to do so, I must become like those animals from my memory from oh-so-long ago. I must prepare for a long, hard winter. My winter is only symbolic, of course. In reality, it is her recovery, her struggles. And through that winter, I must be there for her; I must support myself so that she no longer needs to.

My transformation is not subtle; it is not smooth. I learn, and I learn fast. I discover the value of autonomy. I realize not to ask others ‘will you help me?’ but to ask ‘how can I help myself?’ But above all, I grow. This experience changed my life, molded me into the person I am today. I have grown as an individual, but more than that, I have been exposed to the true nature of the world, to its volatility. I have seen what a slight change in the natural balance can do, how even the most minute variation can have exponential consequences. And though I am constantly overwhelmed by the ephemerality of life, I have learned to appreciate even the smallest of successes and to try to effect the best outcome from every situation.

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Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man,
leave me to fly.

I was in your cage, little little man,
little little man who gave me my cage.
I say “little little” because you don’t understand me
Nor will you understand.

Nor do I understand you, but meanwhile,
open for me the cage from which I want to escape.
Little little man, I loved you half an hour,
Don’t ask me again.

— Alfonsina Storni

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