This just needs to be said...
Have a crush on a band dude and think he’s the hottest thing around? That’s fine. That’s part of the role they play.
HOWEVER, and this is a BIG however..
Do not go onto those band members wives/girlfriends social networking sites and leave little love notes for the dudes you have these weird obsessions over.
Put yourself into these peoples shoes:
They go months without seeing their loved ones and have random kids posting stuff on their personal pages about ‘omg I love your boyfriend’ or whatever other style of creepy crap gets posted to these girls profiles.
If you really love these artists, give them some respect and some privacy when it comes to their personal lives.
Man, I could go off on this for hours, but I will end it here.
“Toews and Kane obviously were terrific together and it was great to see, exciting," Tallon said. "Kane keeps you on the edge of your seat. Jonathan and him together seem to be a match made in heaven." Toews, in his second Hawks prospects camp, knows the kind of pressure Kane is under as a top draft selection. "He's the talk of the camp," Toews said. "Everyone wants to see what he's capable of doing and I think he showed it. "Obviously there's a lot of pressure for a kid like that, but all he has to do is go out there and play his game and nobody's going to be too worried about it.”
—(x)
Your favourite actors and the creators of that thing you love are on twitter. That’s cool, but remember, these are real people, using twitter for fun and to share cool stuff just like anybody else. The quickest way to see someone in the public eye delete their twitter for good is by making them feel like twitter isn’t fun anymore, and campaigning to bombard a person with pressure to make a show the way you want it is a pretty good way to do that. Don’t say anything to them that you wouldn’t say if you saw them walking down the street. Now imagine hundreds of people saying that same thing, all at once, crowding around you when all they were trying to do is share stuff on the Internet with fans and colleagues. I know it’s tempting to say certain things because there’s no other scenario where you’d ever be able to contact these people directly and instantly, but remember that you are one person from a much larger fandom and while you messaging on your own isnt so bad, contributing to a campaign targeted at a single person (instead of a corporation) is a good way of making that person feel irritated and bitter about not only you, but the fandom as a whole, instead of supportive. They deserve to use twitter to just share cat pictures as much as anybody else, don’t spoil that for them.
A small rant for your evening
If one more person tells me, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,” I’m going to eat them. You know what feels even better than being skinny(for me)? Self-respect. Being thin and having self-respect are not mutually exclusive. If you’re thin(naturally or through hard work) and you respect yourself, that’s great. But let’s face it. I’m never going to be thin. It’s not in my genetic makeup. Once my hormones kicked in and once I got all auto-immune diseased, being a size 4 was no longer an option for me. And I’m okay with that. Yes, I’m going to still workout because I want to be as healthy as possible, but I’m also going to eat a piece of cake sometimes. And that saying is kind of insulting to me. I tend not to trust fitness instructors who said food is just fuel. It’s mainly fuel, but realistically, our entire culture revolves around food for celebration and comfort. You get engaged, you have an engagement party typically at a restaurant. Someone dies, you fix their family a casserole or buy some chicken and a deli platter. I’m not going to take myself out of those moments because I’m too busy scolding myself for wanting that chicken leg.
Okay, I said this was a small rant, but I guess it’s not. Sorry. But my main point is it’s all about self- respect for me. If you are 100 pounds, or 600 pounds, and you walk into the room like you are the fiercest bitch or butch to grace this particular hemisphere, I’m going to be jealous as fuck and want to know your secret. I want to walk into a room feeling like a complete BAMF, even in my grubbiest fat day sweatpants and tank top. I could not care less if I’m classified as skinny. As long as I’m happy, as long as I like myself when I wake up in the morning, I’m a-okay.
Stevo: There were quite a few punks in the SLC back in ‘85, but there were equally as many posers. Posers were kids who would dress and act like punks but they did it for fashion. They were fools! They’d say shit like…
Poser: Anarchy in the U.K.!
Stevo: See what I mean? Posers. “Anarchy in the U.K.” What the fuck’s that? It was a Sex Pistols thing. That’s where they were from, they were British! They were allowed to go on about anarchy in the U.K. but what does that mean to us in Utah, America? That’s all you ever hear from these trendy fucks like
[in really bad English accent]
Stevo: “Did you hear the new Smiths album? It’s fuckin’ terriff!” Stupid posers walking around Utah saying “terriff’” with a stupid English twang.
[Grabs a poser with Union Jack patch]
Stevo: See what I mean? What’s up with the England bullshit? Union Jack is a FAG! I used to know this girl who would only have sex with a guy if he had a stupid fuckin’ accent. So these assholes — and there are plenty of assholes in this general area — would get her drunk and then put on some stupid fuckin’ accent and go to her and say
[in really bad English accent]
Stevo: “‘Ello misstress! You fancy a shag?” And there she’d be, fuckin knees in the sky. It was sad, it made me sad! Girl had no self respect!
What ever happened to respecting women? Granted…I know this is a two way street. And I know that sometimes, men can’t respect a woman that doesn’t respect herself…just as anyone may have a hard time respecting someone that doesn’t respect themselves…but I DO respect myself. As a person, as a woman, a mother, a lover, a friend, and a human being. And I can’t help but be appalled by the constant lack of respect that is shown towards me by the opposite sex when it comes to the whole “dating” thing. Ridiculous. End rant. Discuss.
The reason I loved being a park ranger is the respect. People respected me. It was unusual and wonderful to me. I just put on a uniform and people respect me as a friendly authority that they could approach and ask questions to and TRUST. I wasn’t lame. I wasn’t a dork. I wasn’t weird. I wasn’t stomped on. People 30 years my senior, heck 50 years my senior, valued my opinion in the workplace. Greatly. People from age 2 to age 92 came up to me at the desk, on the trail, wandering the parking lot, and asked for my help and trusted it. I was amazing at what I did. I am not going to lie. I am a natural. Put me in a suit and tell me to talk about rocks and animals and plants and history. I won’t stop until you make me.
Please life, let me live out my calling. Please. It doesn’t even have to be NPS. Just anywhere I can put on a suit, teach people about nature and history, and I am given respect 90% of the time.
I am SO SICK of being the lame loser that NO ONE respects (minus my followers like i said you are beautiful hummingbirds). It’s just so clear and obvious. I get stepped all over no matter where I go and I hate it. UGH.
Also Paul you are an angel for respecting me and I appreciate it every minute of my life you know this.
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The awkward moment when a not-so-close friend asks you to take pictures at her 21st... for free.
So sick of this! People really don’t understand the value of a good photographer! And people sure as hell don’t understand why I won’t take photos for free. My time and skill are actually worth paying for. I’ve studied my craft for three years at uni god damn it! THREE YEARS AT UNI. THREE YEARS.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked, either.
I just don’t get it.
Would you work for free? I don’t think so!
The only time I work for free is if it’s going to further my portfolio… And taking photos of drunk girls in short dresses and high heels at a 21st party would not add any value my folio.
End rant.
