I Hate My School

You heard about Iowa and Vermont legalizing gay marriage, right? Well, my lovely principle Major Douchebag** decided that he needed to make up for that. So he denied our request to observe the day of silence on April 17. By our, I am referring to S.T.R.I.D.E., the GSA (even though we aren't allowed to call it that) at my school.

This isn't the first homophobic act he has committed. Last year, we had to fight like hell to even start the GSA. Major Douchebag said no, our superintendent said no, and it took a protest and an article in the Newspaper to force them to allow it. Still, they refused to let us call it a GSA, so now the club is promoting genera; "tolerance."

Another example (although he wasn't directly involved in this one): Last year, Alice* was elected to an officer position in the Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA). Later, she went on the radio and mentioned that she was a lesbian. Because she said this, the sponsor of the FCA stripped her of her officer position. And Major Douchebag did nothing about it, of course.

So, basically, I can't wait to go to college and get away from this condoned homophobic shit.

This is why I should be president.
-TS

*name has been changed

**D-A-V-I-D K-N-I-E-P-C-A-M-P (I think that's how you spell it...)

I Love Abortion

Seriously! There’s nothing like waking up on a nice, sunny Saturday morning to the promise of an early- to mid- afternoon abortion! It’s the perfect conclusion to a wonderful week of promiscuity and meaningless sex! And sometimes, in the morning before my weekly abortion, I give BJ a ring to see if she wants to go to. I mean, we’re feminists. What else would we be doing?

Instead of campaigning vigilantly for women’s rights, we spend our Saturday afternoons in the abortion clinic, barely containing our excitement. It’s so hard, you know? Waiting for the doctor to suck the fetus… sorry, I mean ‘baby’… out of you. (Sometimes, I must confess, I get pregnant purely so I can get an abortion! It’s just so much fun!)

Yes, I know that I could easily carry the baby to term,; my family would be super supportive, and my school career would turn out perfectly! But who wants that? Everywhere I go, people try to encourage me not to get abortions-- they throw birth control and contraceptives at me, begging me on Wednesday to PLEASE-FOR-THE-LOVE-OF-GOD-TAKE-THE-MORNING-AFTER-PILL!!! Once, I actually grabbed one of the condoms they threw at me, but I tossed it out, despite the superb comprehensive sex-ed program I was exposed to throughout my high school career educating me on contraceptives and such.

Fortunately, they also exposed me to abortion. And soon after, I found out that it was legal for teenagers to get abortions in my state! That, I must say, was the deciding factor for me. Armed with the knowledge that I could get an abortion, I went on a quest to become pregnant. And I did. Then, after my first abortion (which awed me with its amazingness!), I decided to make it a weekly event.

This is why I should be president.

-TS

I Hate Make-Up

Just a warning: this post is an amazing display of my hypocrisy.

Every morning since seventh grade I have begun my day by applying various make-up products including foundation, concealer, eye liner, eye shadow, mascara, lip gloss, etc. For the first two years of high school, I refused to walk out the door without at least covering my skin with foundation. I felt like my natural skin wasn't good enough- it was too blotchy, too pale, or had too many pimples (even though, in reality, I don't even have a problem with acne). Very rarely did I wear make-up just for fun.

Which is what I'm going to rant about. I'm all for make-up, as long as it is used for fun. You know, to spice up your look or make a statement. What I absolutely can't stand are girls like I once was- girls who can't stand to leave the house without make-up, who have self-esteem issues up to here *motions very high up*. Because that's what make-up (specifically foundation) is to a lot of women- a way to "cover-up" whatever they don't like about themselves, instead of learning to appreciate themselves for what they are.

For most women, though, it's a societal issue. You never see women without make-up in the media, unless it's one of those "See What Cameron Diaz Looks Like Without Make-Up" pieces of crap. The funny thing is, a lot of times magazines (at least the ones I read) stress the "natural" look. Um, personally, if I want to look natural than I'll just be natural... why use make-up to look like you don't have make-up?

Yeah, so this is the total hypocrite part. I do have a lot of self-esteem problems, so I use foundation and all that crap. Not all the time... I'm trying to cut down and realize that my skin is perfectly fine without it.

So what's the big deal about using make-up products if people feel better about themselves? That brings us to my closing argument:

The ingredients in make-up are BAD for you.

This is why I should be president.
-TS