Slut Walk

No, there isn’t a hot girl party in your living room. It’s a trap if there is,

In Toronto, a trashy dressed woman was told she would be less at risk of sexual assault if she had been less “slutty” dressed after she had been sexually assaulted in January 24th, 2011.

Since then, girls in Toronto and elsewhere have thrown a hissyfit about the ambiguousish wording the police officer used at the time, because she is, for whatever reason all about dressing with most of her ladybits on display. She also has taken a few classes in women’s studies in University so clearly she felt the need to write papers about it too and tell everyone in Toronto who also likes to display their ladybits to run in the streets, and get mad over a word, which just so happens to be defined as...

–noun

1.

a dirty, slovenly woman.

2.

an immoral or dissolute woman; prostitute.

About 2000 – 4000 people showed up to parade in the streets with trashy, half wrecked clothes and quasi-creative signs to catch nearby news reporters’ attention to take cool pictures of and put them in their blogs and 4chan.

Oh gosh

Don't get me wrong, I totally support anything that helps sexual assault victims get through the issues that are associated after being assaulted. However, after reading into what the officer actually said, he did not say LYKE IF U DRESS LIKE A SLUT U TOTALLY DESERVE TO BE RAPED LAWLS. He merely said to take into consider the clothing you wear while walking around at night alone, but in a more blunt way. Hell, growing up my parents literally told me to not dress slutty and walk anywhere. Much less the streets of fucking Toronto.

In any given society you’re judged by the clothes you wear – in job interviews you’re expected to dress in dress clothes that are appropriate for the job interview. You’re brought up to dress in a conforming manner. I’m not talking about dressing up like it’s your wedding everyday, just to merely use common sense. Bright coloured hair = totally fine in most situations, wanna wear a few necklaces? Have at it! Wanna walk around the streets at night with half your clothes gone and be aware that there are many people who are mentally and socially incapacitated walking the streets around you who are simply out to get you, the lack of clothing just enticed them more.

It doesn’t mean assault victims deserve it, it simply means it’s unsafe to put yourself out there to that extent and to the rapist it opens the invitation even more. It does NOT initiate it.

If you have NO idea what the hell I’m talking about, SlutWalk

Cheers.

Gobs and gobs of food!

I’ve been without my camera since Christmas because when I went home to Nova Scotia in December, I brought my camera. I was planning on taking pictures when I was home and I did as most people in my family have the photography skills of a blind, deaf armless pirate.

I didn’t get much food cooking done because I had a ton of distractions back home and not enough time. When I got back to Manitoba I realized Christmas robbed me blind, so I couldn’t make anything significantly awesome. Then, I got a job a few months back and could afford to sort-of eat. I made some kick ass food but then realized I forgot my camera charger back home, and after FIVEMONTHSOFBANTERINGTOMYPARENTSTOMAILMEIT. I finally got it.

First dish: Easy peasy baked spicy chicken breast with linguini alfredo, with sliced grilled yellow potato and veggies! Noms!

Second dish: Fresh snapper cooked in lemon pepper sauce with mashed potatos and canned veggies with apple sausages and chopped up carrots. Lots of protein but who cares? Haha.

Lastly, Homemade applestrawberry’ fuckin coconut almond pie.

Chopped up some apples and strawberries, threw some oats and granola and brown sugar and regular sugar together. Garnish with two handfuls of coconut and almonds because coconut and almonds are AWESOME.

Mmm. Diabetes.

Dear Canada Post, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY SERIOUS AGAIN, SERIOUSLY?!

University sucks.

It is basically the reason I haven’t posted in a while, plus the fact that I’ve been busy moving and getting the hell out of the ghetto.

Yay!

I just started changing my address on a bunch of stuff so mail doesn’t get sent to my old address and sending forms in for child abuse check to prove to my school that I don’t beat children on Tuesdays.

Anyway. I send the form in through Canada Post, put ONE stamp on it, figuring it would get to Winnipeg, which is exactly two hours away. I’ve mailed things to Ottawa from Nova Scotia with NO stamps perfectly fine before.

Then I move into my new apartment and the landlord says “Hey, you got mail sent back to you lols.”

WHAT YOU’RE KIDDING YOU BIG JERK

This is getting ridiculous.

Yeah, I finally got out of the ghetto because I secured a fucking beautiful new apartment and don’t have a terrifying intimidating nazi landlord. I messaged my previous landlord the other day after I moved all of my stuff into my new place about getting my damage deposit back, Absolutely shocking enough she’s withholding it to “clean your room.”

Fuckin’ Bologna.

I had a giant lab exam the same day I had to be out of my apartment and spent 30 hours straight studying for it prior to it. I’m not a dirtbag, I clean up after myself, especially if I’m living in someone elses house. I spilled a literal pin point dot of blue food colouring on her vomit-shade-of-white carpet. Completely unnoticeable unless your hands and knees. Food colouring is easily scrubbed out, and I even offered to scrub it out. She said nevermind because she was planning on ripping it up for her renovations. I assumed I was getting my damage deposit back as I cleaned the whole house out as the other tenants did NOTHING. Evidently, no. Fuck her and her ugly small house. I just wanted out of there and don’t feel like fighting over 200 bucks as she’s very intimidating and batheaded nuts.

Short story is, the new place is ten times better, roomier, cleaner and for fuck sakes the new landlord baked me freakin’ cookies two days after I moved in. YUS.

Cheers, fools.