Emilie I 

Kevin now has his own corner on Basic&Bipolar. Enjoy his beautiful words below, and under the menu option “It’s All Copacetic“.

I can hardly remember the way you tossed your hair; something I’ve studied on numerous occasions. I catch glimpses now and again as trees reach out and swing their branches in the wind. And the wind still carries your scent, following me everywhere I go, urging me to look back and see you standing there. But I still have trouble remembering the way you tossed your hair.

I can hardly relive the flashbacks of your lips pressing tightly together and melting away from mine only to tease; like a newly blossomed rosebud opening for the bees and then withering away the second it slips in. Then hunger ensues; hunger for your lips. But I still have trouble reliving those flashbacks.

I can hardly feel your hands. I imagine they would be lost in mine, our fingers intertwined like the mossy overhang on our front porch door. Our front door, it creaked slightly when you crept in, opening it slowly to soften the sound.

Oh, I can hardly recall the sound! The sound of your voice as it trembles beneath a whisper, forcing out those words. And I’m still holding onto those words. You said that if I left there’s no way you’d survive.

Then you left…so, are you still alive? I can hardly recall.

Tinder Tale II

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As discussed in part I of my Tinder Tale installments, I collected tinder date stories throughout the summer. During which, Joan and I had been particularly obsessed with going on a double Tinder date, because after a few dates on Tinder… it was apparent to us that the men in our area didn’t really take to tinder for anything serious, so we decided we’d get some good laughs, food, and drinks out of it. I mean, why not… we’re two hot twenty-somethings; we might as well make the best out of this hook-up app.

“The Worst Double-Date We’ve Ever Been On”

We had had several unsuccessful attempts to have a double tinder date. It was something that was constantly in the backs of our minds while setting up dates with contenders. After probably two months of unsuccessful attempts, we matched with “guy whose name I forgot” and Ari.

GWNIF (guy whose name I forgot) was there for me, and of course the gorgeous and well-built Ari was there for Joan. GWNIF was chosen as a desperate attempt at a double-date. Joan and I really wanted to go out for wine and cheese, so I booked a date with the first contender that was available that night.

Ari arrived to our favorite wine bar before we did, and was already eagerly getting us a table. When we walked in, he was gorgeous and smiley as he hugged both of us. Though he was there for just Joan, he was ridiculously social and sweet to me as well. *Fellas, when you date a woman, you ARE also dating her best friend. Play nice, because best friends can make or break your intentions to date. – I was totally team Ari– I even whispered to Joan that I didn’t care if GWNIF didn’t show up, because I was already having a nice time. Wishful thinking got me nowhere, because that awkward turtle showed up 5 minutes later.

He was nice and polite (at first), but a really snobby sommelier. He was the most annoying of the annoying wine snobs; he sat there sniffing the wines, and testing our waitress on the different dry reds she could provide our table. –I’m all about knowing your wines, but as soon as the customer starts testing the staff, I’m probably going to accidentally spill my wine on his/her lap for being an asshat at my favorite wine bar.

He asked me about my job a lot, as he found what I did incredibly interesting, and he kept saying “I really should go back to school. I can’t do a lot without a degree.” –he said this at least three times, so I finally said “What would you go for then?” And here’s the kicker: he said “I want to run my own wine bar. I’d like to learn more about running a business, and pick-up some managerial skills.” To which I said “not testing the staff like they’re at gunpoint while you’re on a date is probably a really great place to start as far as interpersonal skills go.” -Yes, I did say this… I’m rude, guys.

Ari was being delightful and involving me in his conversations with Joan, because it was obvious to everyone at our table (other than GWNIF) that I was not interested in snobby snobberson. So, my energy was spent attempting to make small-talk with GWNIF, while also socializing with Joan and her pretty manfriend. *I’d also like to add that men also tend to use their best photos for this app (women aren’t the only ones who do this). GWNIF was one of those guys.

GWNIF and I didn’t talk about anything interesting in the slightest. I don’t like talking about work in late night social environments, because of the nature of my job, I feel it’s not respectful to discuss it over drinks. So, that topic wasn’t going to work. I kept trying to talk about hobbies (I’m basically a collector of small-time hobbies), and he had none. Who the F**k hasn’t a single hobby!? I mean, nothing. He didn’t collect anything, he didn’t have any special skills (outside of wine quizzing), and he had NO major life interests, and owned zero pets. I had absolutely nothing to talk to this guy about. Staying awake around him was a total chore. He just kept talking about wanting to become more cultured. -And hopefully find a hobby or two.

After our third or fourth bottle of wine at the table, we all decided to call it a night. Completely out-of-tune with me, Joan invited the entire table back to our place for some more drinks and a movie. The situation got away from me, and the next thing I noticed was Joan giving GWNIF directions to our home and telling him “you know what, why don’t you just follow us back!” -Great. Thanks, Joan. Now I have to hang out with this snoozefest even longer. As we walked back to our car, I whispered “what on earth were you thinking? That guy was the fucking worst. Seriously.” Giggling, she responded “yeah, I know. I thought it’d be funny to see how you’d get out of it.” -Gee thanks, yah fuck!

I eagerly took control of this situation, and texted him that I was tired and heading to bed. He understood, and said that he could tell that I seemed “sleepy”. -uhh yeah, because you were boring me to tears, homie.

After a failed attempt at sexy texting me a few days later, I never heard from GWNIF again. I was actually shocked by his attempt at sexy texting. Not only was he boring, but apparently is also horrible at picking up social cues. No thank you, sir. He was rude and a complete snoozefest. He was unmatched and deleted right away.

Needless to say, Joan and I have vowed to never double-date again unless we’re in solid relationships. I know I definitely  have no desire to go on a double-date, ever again.

Have any of you had any good experiences with double-dating? …Maybe I’m just doing it wrong (I probably am).

To Be Continued,

B&B

“Kendrick Lamar: the only grammy performance worth watching”

So much yes, you guys. So. Much. Yes. You know I love me some Adele, but holy shit balls was that everything.

I’m far too busy fangirling that performance to be able to write anything worth reading.

Instead, read these beautiful human’s recap of what I believe to be a pivotal moment in Grammy history:

http://m.motherjones.com/mixed-media/2016/02/kendrick-lamar-grammy-performance

http://m.huffpost.com/us/news/kendrick-lamar

To Be Continued,

B&B

 

Erica II

 

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Kevin now has his own corner on Basic&Bipolar. Enjoy his beautiful words below, and under the menu option “It’s All Copacetic“.

I’ve memorized how many steps it takes to get to your room.

Not because I keep count, but because I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve walked that path.

I’ve learned to navigate through your house in the dark, tip toe dancing around every shadow and missing every loose floorboard for fear of waking the ghosts of our past.

Not because I’ve made enemies with them, but because they are no longer happy when I’m around.

Still, I make my way through obstacle courses of the pain and misery that comes with my having you, only to have you for one more night.

Not because I enjoy the sorrow, but because you’re worth the suffering.

I’ll create more of the ghosts that I keep putting to rest just to navigate your coasts and put my heart to the test.

I’ve taken so much more than I ever thought I could before for just one more night with my arms wrapped tight around the only girl to ever create and destroy my world.

And if ever faced with the question, I’d do it all over again.

This 21 Day “Fix” Shit…

Chris P. Bacon now has her own “corner” on Basic&Bipolar. Find more of her thoughts under Food&Feelings in the main menu.

I would like to take this time to give you a little history on myself and why this section is titled “Food and Feelings.”  Apart from the fact that I love food and I have a ton of feelings that accompany my relationship to food, the struggle bus that I’ve been riding on has lasted much longer than 21 days, which they say can apparently “fix” my shit.

For the majority of my life I’ve been what some would call “curvy”.  I’m 5’4″ and  if  we’re putting numbers on things, at my best I’ve weighed around 140.  At my worst, my number has been around 180, which is the current mile marker my struggle bus is stopped at.  And over the past 3 years or so, my number has literally gone up and down in every which way between.  Currently, I have G boobies.  Yes, that is an actual size in the bra department.  On a positive note, I like to own that shit… and when people ask “what size ARE you???”  My response goes like this: “I’m a Gee.”  (Gee as in Gangsta – but no one has to know I mean it in that sense.)  But when it comes to the lower portion of my body.  I can’t remember the last time I fit into pants or shorts that were sized as a single digit.  I rock those 10s, 12s, 30s to 33s.  I get that butts are “in” now (side note to thank Kim K and Nikki…)  But in REALITY, because we all know their asses don’t live in our world, I’d have to be doing 100+ squats per day to get on their level.  Or just have a really good plastic surgeon.  And I really don’t have the time, energy, nor the money for that.  Anyways…

The hardest part for me has been finding that medium where I look and FEEL great, where I’m choosing healthy foods AND foods that fill my soul, where I’m being physically active AND getting my lazy in, and most importantly where I’m HAPPY with the choices I’m making.  I understand that any change you want to make in life all begins with the choice to do so.  However, its not as easy as flipping a light switch and it takes a lot longer than 21 Days to “Fix”.

-Chris P. Bacon

 

BeyFormation

beyonceLike most, as soon as I got a notification that Queen Bey dropped a new video, I ran straight to my computer. I got chills the first time I watched the video. Not only is it hauntingly artistic, but her message is so powerful and I believe to be incredibly pertinent to the growth of our society. I have grown tired of reading White Conservative drivel that bashes her halftime performance and video, claiming that it’s an attempt to elicit Malcolm X-type behavior out of the young black community.

I came across this article, and sharing it on my Facebook was not enough. I wanted to share it with the masses.

Enjoy, and share your thoughts! Please be reminded that none of us here at B&B endorse the poor treatment of others, so any hate-speak will be deleted and blocked. Thanks for the read, beautiful humans and non-humans.
-B&B

Beyoncé’s Formation reclaims black America’s narrative from the margins, by 

On Saturday night, I sent a group text to several friends as we were on our way to meet for drinks. It consisted solely of a screen capture from Beyoncé’s new video for Formation and the words: “We must discuss this shit.”

Everyone knew exactly what I was talking about.

My best friend’s answer: “Did Beyoncé just make a statement about the black feminine body defeating the police state?”

Beyoncé sits atop a New Orleans police car, in the opening of her video for Formation.
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Beyoncé sits atop a New Orleans police car, in the opening of her video for Formation. Photograph: YouTube

Formation is both provocation and pleasure; inherently political and a deeply personal look at the black and queer bodies who have most often borne the brunt of our politics. All shapes and shades of black bodies are signaled here and move – dare we say “forward”? – in formation. Even the song’s title is subversive, winking at how we have constructed our identities from that which we were even allowed to call our own.

Formation isn’t Beyoncé’s first foray into the political but, in her latest collaboration with director Melinda Matouskas (who has directed eight of Beyoncé’s videos since 2007), Beyonce’s narrative and aesthetic comes in sharp relief. The video articulates multiple identities of southern blackness, while social critiques of the nation’s crimes against its darker skinned citizens acts as ballast.

A child finishes his dance before a line of police officers dressed in riot gear, in the video for Beyoncé's new video, Formation
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A child finishes his dance before a line of police officers dressed in riot gear. Photograph: YouTube

Bookended by the flooding of the city of New Orleans after 2005’s Hurricane Katrina – and by which the city’s black residents were disproportionately affected – and a black child in a hoodie dancing opposite a police line and a quick cut to graffiti words “stop shooting us”, Beyoncé morphs into several archetypical southern black women.

The potency of Formation doesn’t come from its overt politics: it comes from the juxtaposition of lyric with the images, which organically present black humanity in ways we’ve haven’t seen frequently represented in popular art or culture.

Beyoncé in a car, as seen in the video for her new single Formation.
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Beyoncé in a car, as seen in the video for Formation. Photograph: YouTube

There is in it a litany of blackness, of what we love, of our diverse selves, of our intersections – class, sexuality and gender – woven so neatly in the visual that the lyrics and music seem secondary, but are intrinsic to communicating this celebration of southern fried blackness. Even Beyoncé retells her own history and by extension, marries the contradictions of black identity in her declaration: “My daddy Alabama, Mama Louisiana. You mix that Negro with that Creole make a Texas bama” – an insult that, perhaps, only Beyoncé was ever capable of reclaiming.

Beyoncé’s use of “slay” is an additional embrace of the language of the black queer community and, in its repetition, it’s an incantation that can slay haters, slay patriarchy, to slay white supremacy.

Beyoncé's daughter, Blue Ivy, strikes a pose in the video for Formation.
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Beyoncé’s daughter, Blue Ivy, strikes a pose in the video for Formation. Photograph: YouTube

Formation is a protest and celebration, concerned with and in love with the very particular paradox of the black American identity and experience. The images, which are deeply layered and particular to a black Southern vernacular and aesthetic, beg to be catalogued: Creole and Black American, Mardi Gras Indian, crawfish, Black cowboys, wig shops, socks and slippers, corsets and parasols, parades, high school basketball, step team moves, bounce queens Big Freedia and Messy Mya, cotillions, “twirl on dem haters”, braids, “bama”, black spirituality (church and hoodoo, maybe even a nod to Mami Wata), black mama side eyes, drawls, Blue Ivy black girl magic fierceness.

Beyoncé, preparing to "twirl on dem haters" in the video for her new single, Formation
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Beyoncé, preparing to ‘twirl on dem haters’ in the video for Formation. Photograph: YouTube

It’s old and new south; it’s dark and dirty south; it’s Chantilly lace and denim jacket south; it’s baby afro, baby hair and pink and purple wig south; it’s second line and pentecostal holy ghost south; it’s southern gothic and bounce south; it’s my granny, grandaddy, auntie, uncle, cousin south. It is us, it’s for us, and it’s not concerned if white people understand.

I can’t help, while watching and re-watching Formation, being reminded of this Nina Simone interview, in which she defines her role as an artist aligned with activism and black cultural aesthetics.

I think what you are trying to ask is why am I so insistent in giving out to them that blackness that black power that black … pushing them to identify with black culture. I think that’s what you’re asking … my job is to somehow make them curious enough or persuade them by hook or crook to get more aware of themselves and where they came from and what they are into and what is already there and just to bring it out. This is what compels me to compel them.

In this spirit, Formation compels its viewers to acknowledge the beautiful complexity of history, culture and customs, with levity and passion. It compels us to reclaim the black American narrative from its margin and make it center.

Beyoncé and a group of women in white, antebellum-inspired fashion in the video for her new single Formation.
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Beyoncé and a group of women in white, antebellum-inspired fashion. Photograph: YouTube

These representations of black life are critical renderings of the range of our humanity, and they seem so unique here – as they did in Kendrick Lamar’soffering last year – because we are so underrepresented in our beauty and diversity in television and film. (One notable exception is the documentary The B.E.A.T., from which Beyoncé and director Matouskas sourced some of their New Orleans footage with permission of the Sundance Channel, which owns the rights. They later thanked the directors publicly and noted that they were credited appropriately for the footage.)

But the politics were not an afterthought for Beyoncé: the date of the release of this work can’t be ignored, given that February is Black History Month in the US. Mardi Gras festivities in New Orleans have already begun. More to the point, last Friday would have been the 21st birthday of Trayvon Martin, killed by George Zimmerman in 2012 in a shooting widely attributed to racism; Sunday would have been the 29th birthday of Sandra Bland, whose alleged suicide in prison in 2015 after a brutal and poorly justified arrest captured on camera led to unsuccessful calls for further investigation into her death.

Both were considered formative moments for the women and gay men who have been at the forefront of Black Lives Matter and, more broadly, the movement for black lives.

Beyoncé seen in regional-specific clothing during her video for her new single, Formation.
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Beyoncé seen in regional-specific clothing during her video for Formation. Photograph: YouTube

Formation as a work of popular art is clever in its acknowledgment of the labor of black women as soldiers and leaders in social justice movements, even though popular culture has been more interested in the role of men and of male performing artists – like Usher, Kendrick Lamar, Common, Pharell, J Cole, and John Legend, Run The Jewels – in the wider conversation and activism around the crisis of police violence and black community.

Beyoncé and her back-up dancers, as seen in the video for her new single, Formation.
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Beyoncé and her back-up dancers get in formation. Photograph: YouTube

But the image of black women synchronizing their bodies in dance juxtaposed with the lyric, “You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation” is signifier for many of black women who have felt ignored and marginalized in their own movement. Beyoncé’s almost exclusive use of black women and black queer bodies in Formation underscores the gender inequity of the visibility of black lives lost to violence (and the movement dedicated to eradicating it), in which the pain and death to which black women and black queer and transgender people are subjected, become invisible and subordinate to black cisgender men and the white gaze.

Formation exists in a canon of black protest art and may now formally align Beyoncé with other black artists who have supported and boosted social justice movements by black Americans. (Tidal, the music service owned by Beyoncé’s husband Jay Z that currently has the exclusive sales rights to Formation,announced a $1.5m donation to Black Lives Matter and related charities on Friday.)

A little boy who had been dancing for helmeted police officers receives their answer, during the video for Beyoncé's new single Formation.
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A little boy who had been dancing for helmeted police officers receives their answer, during the video for Formation. Photograph: YouTube

Beyoncé’s work shows that revolution can be beautiful; protest and celebration are not contradictions when imagining a black future that isn’t overrun by images of black pain and death. In the video’s concluding sequence, the black child in a hoodie “gets light”; his dance is a challenge to, but still in dialogue with, a police line in formation. His dance concludes as he raises his hands up in surrender; the police line raises their hands up in response. (Should the message be unclear, a quick cut to a graffiti wall with the words “stop shooting us”.)

And then, tantamount to a sacrifice, Beyoncé, using the weight of her own body, sinks a police patrol car into the flood waters to birth a new future. Women and children can bring that future to pass, it says; maybe, it’s saying, only women and children can.

Beyoncé goes under the water in New Orleans at the end of the video for her new single Formation.

Tinder Tale I

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At this point, I know very few people who haven’t tried tinder. They’ve either tried it just for laughs, or to actually meet people. I know a very small portion who have actually pursued relationships with tinder matches, and I’m happy to say they’re all doing really well.

I won’t lie, I felt a little weird trying it. I knew it was basically a hook-up app, and I had no idea if that was what I was even looking for. I just knew I wanted to meet new people and have fun. It was the summer before I was turning 25, and I decided it was time for me to have a scandalous summer. I’m too big of a control freak to ever commit to anything scandalous, so it was time for me to let go a little, and try something new. However, as a writer and scientist, I obsessively journal any and every new life venture so I can (much) later look at my experience (semi) objectively. Lucky for all of you beautiful creatures, you get to relive my experience with me.

So, here’s my first Tinder Tale:

“When Joan&Jane Were Sailors”

Before I start the story, I should add that Joan is my roommate’s nickname/drunk alterego. No one pronounces her name correctly and  we decided on Joan, because it sounds sort of “badass office lady”. Also, Joan and I work together in addition to our being roommates. For most, it would be too much time with one person, but we’re basically two different sides of the same coin; we make a great team at work and outside of work… it works for us, and has for years.

So, one night after a really shitty day at work, we decided to get the pool floaties out and drink a bottle of rum in our pool. After getting a little sauced, we decided to go out for some cocktails -because we ran out of rum.

I met up with the Dodger that I slept with once (who I met through tinder, but that’s a story for another day), and Joan met up with a previous Tinder Tackle turned long-term friend who had flown in for the night.

I got annoyed with the Dodger, because he was nothing short of one of the flakiest guys I had ever hung out with and was being wishy washy about where he wanted to go (as far as which bar) -total shocker..an athlete with a short attention-span. So, I decided to pretend to ignore him. Drunk or sober, I’m not great at ignoring or even pretending to ignore people. So, my attempt at pretending was, I’m sure, laughable at best. I just rolled my eyes at him and didn’t follow him to his stupid VIP section. I think all I said was “Nah. I might go home. See yah.”, and then I took my pouty attitude to the other side of the bar. Joan, her friend, and I decided to stay at this same bar because after my attempt at passive aggressiveness, I was stuck in this rapid cycle of “take a shot, dance for 10 minutes, take a lap to make sure he’s having a miserable time (I’m a little batty…drunk or sober *I embrace it), and repeat! We did that for about an hour, and my friends were ready to strangle me.

Eventually, Joan and her friend got bored of the workout my crazy was giving them, and we decided to head to a few other bars. I eventually got them to go back to the original bar, claiming that the music was better. Joan’s friend got refused at the door because they thought he was too drunk…. I have no idea why I didn’t set off any alarms, but I still got in so I didn’t care -I didn’t see Joan after that until we left for work the next morning.

So, I’m at the first bar and I went straight to my dodger(because I obviously knew his exact location) and told him to take me home because my sandal broke and I was tired. He complied, and gave me a piggy back ride to our uber, while holding my sandal because I was too busy being devastated over my broken shoe to hold it myself. On our way home to his flat, I flirted with the cutest Dominican uber driver… in front of my dodger (who just laughed the whole time, while still holding my shoe). When we got back to his place, at 5’2” tall (1.5 meters), I attempted to give this 6’2” (1.9 meters) solid muscly athlete a piggy back ride into the house. We fall at least three times, but I got him through that threshold!! After that, I had decided that I’m basically the hulk.

What happened between the attempts to carry him into the house and my having to pee shortly after is still a little blurry, and was probably full of “I could probably arm wrestle you and win!”(I’m embarrassing, guys). But regardless of what ridiculous shit happened between those two moments, I had to pee. I eventually got to his bathroom  and this was one of those bathrooms that conjoins two bedrooms. So, I was wearing a romper (with no-bra), and I was paranoid that taking my romper off to pee would intuitively lure someone into walking into the bathroom to see me…basically naked, just to pee. Well, I ended up locking both doors.

I somehow managed to keep the door to the baseball player’s bedroom locked even after having opened it to exit the bathroom…Leaving both doors to this bathroom locked, preventing anyone from being able to use the rest room for the entirety of the evening. So, at 4:30 am there was my sexy (mostly) naked athlete taking the bathroom door off it’s hinges. While doing this, he was mumbling that it was probably “that stupid tart my friend brought home”, so I agreed and even threw in a “she sounds like a mess!”. I did nothing to help this situation. I took a few photos of him struggling, snapped them to Joan, giggled a bit, then passed the fuck out -because I’m obviously that sort of “fun time” that you take home, locks you out of your bathroom, giggles while you’re struggling, then passes out… and I was probably drooling all over the place. I’m a gem, guys..I really am. Tinder should probably use this story as a testimonial on their site.

The next morning when I woke up for work, my Dodger and I were both still drunk. Still wearing the REALLY short romper I was in the night before, I stole a t-shirt from the Dodger, threw it over my clothes to give myself a little more length in the material department and made my way home. How I managed to get a ride home is still beyond me. Luckily, I made it home with enough time to brush my teeth, and throw my hair up.

After getting home, I found what the night had left of Joan… She was not only still drunk, but had lost her underwear at some point. Apparently she and her friend both woke up with random cuts and bruises and were 80% sure that they beat the shit out of each other during what we assume was really intense foreplay or a back alley fight club. Joan threw up in the bathroom at work twice, and I walked around looking like someone ran me over…twice.

Joan and I had a pretty successful night. We decided being sailors was probably for us, and that we should probably find a boat and take our show to the sea.

*I had talked to the Dodger  for somewhere around a week. He was also not actually a dodger. Just an athlete (team unknown). He was gorgeous, and lovely but we didn’t have a lot in common outside of us both liking his statuesque body. Joan is still really good friend’s with her Tinder Tackle turned bestie.

Do I have any ex or current Tinder users out there in my following!? Or any other site for that matter? I know Tinder doesn’t have the best reputation, and to be honest, I never took tinder seriously. I basically used it to try out different personalities for fun. My next Tinder Tale will be about how one of my best friends and I posed as a lesbian couple looking for a “third”, just for a good laugh (I’m an asshole)…and for the free drinks. 😉

To Be Continued,

B&B

 

Sexist Drivel Part I

So, this blog Return of Kings??

Apparently this blog is of this “neomasculinist’ movement… because at some point masculinity became old hat and left our male dominated world?? Anyway, It’s been highly publicized lately, as one of their writers allegedly promotes legalizing rape on private property.

Did anyone else’s jaw drop when they read that? So, here’s the dirt: in his 2015 blog post, he was quoted as saying: “I propose that we make the violent taking of a woman not punishable by law when done off public grounds. If rape becomes legal under my proposal, a girl will protect her body in the same manner that she protects her purse and smartphone.” – Author and founder of this gem of a website and movement, Daryush ‘Roosh’ Valizadeh, said his comment was meant to be satire…………………..

*I must also add two things: the author of the post in question/creator of this site is a self-professed relationship guru. He gives dating advice on his site. And it’s hilarious. WHAT A STUD. And second: I have NOT found an actual publication talking about being pro-rape legalization outside of the quoted phrase above. To be honest, I got too sick of weeding through the sexist drivel to continue searching.

But here are a few of the highlights (along with my thoughts) from my trip through this website. Feel free to click the links and read them for yourselves.

8 Things That Make A Girl Stupid And Useless

  1. Bars & Clubs. -Sure. Sure. *rolls eyes*
  2. Social Media -Right, we should all be hiding in our towers, waiting for someone to save us, so we can debut our faces in public after we’re married.
  3. Careers -I totally agree. Women in the workplace? Gross. All jobs should be given to men. Including blowing. Hetero misogynist douche bags can take that job, too.
  4. Colleges and Universities -Because what woman needs an education when these lovely gents have so much knowledge to drop on us? *College Educated Feminist and proud, asshat.
  5. Smartphones -Awww….but I just learned what all of those buttons, and doodads did!
  6. Shopping Malls -Yes, we all love malls…because we have tits, so obviously we all just live at the fucking mall.
  7. Movies and Television Shows –Same as #6…we all have tits, so obviously we watch the same shows…..and they make us dumber by the hour (or 45 min. depends on the show)
  8. White Knights and Male Feminists -Those damn white knights and male feminists….THEY RUIN EVERYTHING BY SUPPORTING US!!

I’m surprised this list didn’t include “#10: Having a Heartbeat also makes women stupid”. Do these guys even like women?? It doesn’t sound like it. I don’t know about you guys, but I think these guys sound like a bunch of 10’s. I bet they get all of the dates.

Never Date A Woman Who Takes One Of These Prescription Drugs (feel free to check this doozy out on your own)

The author lists 10 different commonly prescribed antidepressants (brand name and generic name), and urges other men to investigate their potential partners. He recommends they check the bathroom medicine cabinet (obviously), the purse, the car, the nightstand, etc. ALL in the name of finding out of she takes antidepressants. He later goes on to say this: “These pill popping broads are not to be taken seriously in any way, shape, or form—they’re losers. And what do losers do? They fucking lose, and they’ll bring your ass along for the ride if you let them. Just because these women get their drugs from a pharmacist, and not some low-life drug dealer working a street corner, doesn’t mean their issues have legitimacy.”

Well, from this “batshit ho-bag from America” to all of you,

I get my Prozac from CVS (not a drug dealer), and it’s white…not green………..So, there’s that. -Can we all just take a minute to consider what sort of human this man is? A man that not only demeans women who take prescription medications, but also warns other men to stay away. How gross. It’s 2016, how do men like this still exist? It is completely unacceptable to shame ANYONE for taking care of their mental health.

Mental health is a serious and important thing. Fuck everyone that tells any of you otherwise. EMBRACE who you are, and what got you to where you are….baggage and all! You are perfect the way you are. We all are.

*sidenote: so, SSRI’s (selective seratonin reuptake inhibitors= used for seratonin imbalances) are completely unacceptable, but there’s no mention of actual narcotics being unacceptable?? So, your girl can be an addict (not of Xanax though, because it’s used for anxiety)…she just can not be depressed, have anxiety, or have any other personality disorder that requires an ‘upper’?

Like I said in the beginning, I could NOT find anything tying the site to a “pro-rape” agenda.

I really do believe, after having read several pieces by these men, that the author and creator of that site was being a sexist jerk who thinks rape is a woman’s problem and not a societal problem. I believe his “satirical” statement was said in a “if we legalize rape, maybe they’ll stop being sluts and actually protect themselves.” sort of way. Is he pro-rape legalization? Probably not. Is he a sexist asshole who thinks rape is a woman’s fault and problem? Yeah, probably.

Shutting down ignorance like this website is hugely important to becoming a better world. Let’s not get caught up in a media frenzy over one single line he said months ago. Lets instead look at the website as a whole and say “no, this is unacceptable.” -Return of kings has a really large following, so it’s not like there are a handful of men out there that live by these mindsets. There’s a massive amount of them, so it’s going to take a massive amount of opposing thinkers to shut down their sexist and hateful spewing.

What do you guys think of this site, have you read about it already?

To Be Continued,

B&B

Chris P. Bacon

Hi.

I’m Chris P. Bacon.

The name is fitting, I’m sure you’ll come to understand. I’m a new contributor for B&B. Here I’ll be expressing my feelings, frustrations, highs, and lows surrounding my relationship with food.  All kinds of food.  The healthy kind of food.  The not so healthy kind of food.  The kind of food that not even running a 5k could make you forget about.  I’ve never run a 5k…but I highly doubt it would make me want to forget about pizza… or bacon.

Sometimes I’m a hard core dieter.  The kind of hard core dieter where cleanses are involved, pills, shakes, meal replacements, etc., you name it – I’ve probably tried it. Other times, I’m a binge eater.  A serious binge eater where its Chinese take out for dinner, fast food for lunch, and leftover cake from a relative’s birthday celebration for breakfast.

Don’t get me wrong- I’d love to see myself in something less than a size 12 in my life time.  But oh the struggle is real trying to find a place between happy and healthy when all I really want to do is eat macaroons.

I’m on this journey of balance.  But for now, you’ll hear me bitch about needing to run but wanting that burrito a little bit more.  I’ll get that six pack… one day.

-Chris P.

 

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One of my friends sent me a photo of what came up when she typed up my site’s address, and said: “You own a dot com now?? You’re basically Gossip Girl. Just an FYI… you’re the coolest.” -I have to admit, I do find all of my social media links in one spot to be suuuuuuper fancy!

Thank you, community of follower friends for the follows, feedback, and overall love! I’m glad this bebe venture of mine has turned out so fruitful.

Xx,

B&B