When I came up with the idea for this blog, I was super pumped to start it up. I LOVE writing, and I missed it. I’ve also gotten an oddly large amount of commentary about how hilarious my Facebook posts are.. so I was like okay I got this. Designing the page and being able to have my own “website” is kinda sweet. Even more so, it’s an amazing feeling to hear someone who I’d never think for a second would check the page out.. not only comment on something I’ve written, but enjoy it.
Here’s the thing though – as much as I really do have to say, I feel like I can’t really say what I want to say. Not the whole thing anyway. And definitely not on the internet. I mean unless I say something horrible enough that comes back to haunt me like Kim K’s sex tape and I become filthy rich for doing absolutely nothing other than having an ass.
Even before the world became super sensitive about everything under the sun, I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve heard: watch your language, how can you think that, tone it down, don’t say that, or just plain been shushed because “someone might hear me”. SO WHAT IF THEY DO?! Are we supposed to stay pussies our whole lives? Or live in fear that someone will judge us? Or take bullshit from someone because we’re scared of what will happen if we speak up?
This post will kinda segway into the next one.. or next few. There’s so much I don’t fucking understand in the world. And from the looks of it, it’s just getting worse. It really doesn’t matter if it’s a men’s or women’s bathroom. Call it a bathroom and just go fucking take care of your business with whatever parts you have.
In the words of my father to my baby brother, “think for a quick second before you stick it in.” The majority of you – there doesn’t need to be more of. #sorrynotsorry