Pardon me, but holy shit.

Normally I'd be really careful to censor my emotions and be as diplomatic as possible, but I've passed the point of giving a fuck.

I am so indescribably sick of having to defend every decision I make seven ways to every damn person I mention it to. I just got done having an hour-long conversation with my mother about whether or not my sister and I are going to get bunk beds in our new apartment, complete with to-scale diagrams. Jesus christ, who the hell cares? And let me make it really clear, debates like this find me way too often in way to many avenues with way too many different people. This wasn't a singular instance, just the final straw before I decided to Angry!blog >:|^TM.

I don't care if I come off as a stuck up bitch here, because believe it or not, the more I have to defend the things I decide to do the less I care about the way they're perceived.

I'm really, really smart. I'm even more analytical, and I'm more capable and driven than, I'd be willing to bet, 9 out of 10 people. If you bring a concern to me about the way I've decided to handle something, you can be 98% sure that I've already considered anything you could possibly come up with from ten different angles at least five times.

Now is probably not the time to say this, being that I definitely have been a little bitchy lately (I went back and re-read the Facebook posts, wondered what was wrong with me, and took them down) and given that, it'll present horribly, horribly poorly.

Whatever. Think what you want. I'm sick of answering to people that ultimately have no authority over my decisions. It doesn't matter what your intentions were, because it's your responsibility to realize when you're grilling someone who has no reason to answer to you, take a step back, and be a little less controlling.

If I need to fuck up, let me. At least you'll have the satisfaction of reading about it if it does happen. But you know what? The chances of that are pretty low, because I can handle myself. Next time you feel the need to impart some life lessons, don't be surprised when I don't reply.

On a completely unrelated note (probably the MOST unrelated note I could hit after that), I thought the cover of Fast Company for September was really beautifully done -

Men's magazines

...are not boring (generally), which is more than I can say for most magazines targeted to women (which is sad). And you know what? The amount of naked/almost naked women in them doesn't offend me as much as the fact that there aren't naked men in women's magazines. Women get objectified a lot, sure. But most of the time when I pick up a magazine targeted to dudes, there's as much 'be good enough to win the approval of women' content in it as there is 'be good enough to win the approval of men' content in magazines targeted to chicks. I think the thing that would actually tip the scales to equal or close-to-equal in this corner of media is, in fact, equality in nudity. And I bet sales would skyrocket for anyone willing to pioneer the idea.

Well, one other thing, actually: There is a TON of content in many men's magazines devoted to learning to do things dudes haven't traditionally done for themselves, like cooking. Why, in women's magazines, are there not articles on things like how to change your car's oil? Diminishing the idea of gender roles is pretty important, imo, so how about some media support?

Maybe I should write some letters about this.