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Being A Woman Sucks.

Published May 26, 2014 by Britt

Listen well, all of you.

I’ve had this on my mind for a while, now allow me to explain to you a thing. Current events made me think of how much this society is a piece of crap.

A month ago, a girl was stabbed to death because she said no to a guy who asked to be her prom date.  A few days ago, six people were killed by a guy in California who had earlier posted this highly offensive video (I repeat, it is offensive. Even Youtube tried to warn me about it) that is the biggest clue to his motive: that girls weren’t attracted to him. Every day, women are killed, raped or beaten by men because women aren’t viewed as people, they’re viewed as property that men are ‘entitled to.’ Elliot Rodger believed he was entitled to sex and kisses from girls, and that caused him . He’s not alone in his thinking.

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If you’re a woman and you’re not terrified for your future I’m incredibly jealous of your naivete. Women don’t even have equal pockets to men. Not that they have the same amount of cash to put in their pockets, because the Census Bureau reported in 2012 that women make 77 cents for every dollar a man makes.

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Media doesn’t help.

“But Frozen is the most feminist movie ever-”

SHUT UP. It’s a good movie. But it is not. Feminist. Other Disney princesses wanted something different, and the guy was extra. Anna wanted the man from the beginning and had some serious lack of consent for a lot of things. One quote about wanting chocolate or one quote about being gassy does not a feminist make. Marvel Comics is making far more headway in advocating for equal women by creating a very popular TV show that focuses on a woman with no superpowers, and a Black Widow movie is on the way. DC is still wondering if Wonder Woman would be watched. I would watch the heck out of a Wonder Woman movie. But still women are treated as ditzy and airheaded and comic relief. Or just there for the guy. They’re not strong, powerful, independent women. Movies are just as bad. There’s a cool thing called The Bechdel Test that’s actually incredibly simple to pass, but you’d be surprised at how many popular movies don’t.


Guys, let me tell you a thing. I’m sure there is a woman in your life, mother, sister, daughter, grandma, cousin, acquaintance, friend, girlfriend, wife, partner, that you find important. But not only is that woman a woman, or some relation to you, she is a PERSON. She has the same kind of genes that make her a person. She is just like you. Just because she has different genitals or a different hair length or bigger boobs than you does not make her less of a person. She is not an object. She is not a toy. She is not a plaything. She is not your property or anybody’s property. She is not only her nether regions or her boobs. She is not on her period when she tells you no. She is a person with emotions, feelings, a brain, a heart, lungs, stomach, everything.

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I will have to teach my daughters to be afraid of men, because men are beasts. I will have to teach my daughters how to avoid being raped, buy them rape whistles, give them a fake wedding ring, teach them self defense. I will have to teach my daughters that the twig in the media is meant to please men and not to listen to them.

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I will have to teach my sons not to rape. I will have to teach my sons that no freaking means no. I will have to teach my sons not to treat women as objects. I will have to teach my sons to be nice and that being nice doesn’t mean that they owe you anything because you’re supposed to be nice. I will have to teach my sons that she is a person.

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If you don’t respect women, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t come near me, don’t breathe near me, don’t breathe the same air as me, and quite frankly, don’t breathe at all. If you don’t respect women, you’re lowering the IQ of the world with every single breath you take. If you don’t respect women, you can go brush your teeth the with their menstrual blood while you remember who pushed you out of her womb and fed you.

Brittany attempted to censor bad words, okay Mom?

Brittany attempted to censor bad words, okay Mom?

I almost don’t want children. I don’t want to force someone into a society like this. And unless there are some serious changes that are drastically needed, I probably won’t. I hate that. I want them, but I don’t want to have to worry about the potential crimes of my children, or the potential crimes my children will be victims of when I’m not watching them.

But if I do decide to have children, I don’t care if they are gay, straight, boy, girl, purple, alien, mentally disabled, I will still love them. But if they rape or bully, we will have a problem. A serious, serious problem.

Dear reader, I’d like you to do something. Think about how you would react to your mother, sister, best friend, daughter, or any female related to you were a victim of sexual harassment, rape, domestic violence. Think about you being a victim of any of that. Try to imagine what it is like, how horrible it is. Go on Twitter and visit the #YesAllWomen. Now try to find a way to stop it.

R.I.P. to everyone who has died because of gender related violence, and those who died in the Santa Barbara rampage.

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-HOPE


The (Un)importance of Individualism

Published March 10, 2014 by Britt

When you’re a happy little kid and you’re so incredibly naive, your parents, teachers, and family all tell you “Be yourself! People will accept you for who you are!” You believe them. Their voices are in the back of your mind saying “It’s okay! You’ll do great!”

And then reality slams into you in the form of growing up. And learning. Life’s not as sugar coated like they like to make out in elementary school. People aren’t as sugar coated and adorable as they are in elementary school.

I like to consider myself an individual. I try my hardest to tell the world that I am a gosh darn person (not a robot), I’m amazeballs, I can do anything, this is my world and you’re living in it, I’m better than you. I’m me. I’m proud to be me. I’m that girl who freshman year carried around a jar of dirt. I know somewhere, someone is still wondering why I did that.

Let me explain to you a thing. That jar is an accurate representation of how society deals with individualism. They hide it. They steal it. They make fun of it. They come up with nicknames for it. They act like terrible people about it. That gave me a glimpse into humanity.

I had a teacher tell me the other day “You’re probably one of the most intelligent people at this school, Brittany. But you have to conform some one day.”

If conforming means acting like a terrible, god awful bag of trash, I don’t want to conform. Not saying that the teacher’s a bag of trash; I actually really like him. I’m saying society is a bag of trash. I don’t want to be a bag of trash. Sometimes I feel like it, and I hate that feeling. But even if I am a sack of trash, here’s my message to society:

I’m better trash than you.

Society should be trying harder to encourage individuality. Parents should teach children to be more accepting and not act like little pieces of crap. School should not only be a place for book learning, it should be a place for learning how to deal with people. People who are different from you, and situations that are different from anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s meant to help you adapt and deal with people. Probably the biggest thing school has taught me is that conformity makes you into a brainless, mean, person.

But then again, individualism scares people away too. I get hurt sometimes because I think that I’m not included in the conversations. People don’t come to me for help with their life issues, even though I really do want to help. Friend, I love you, I want to make you feel better, don’t push me away. I hate that. I think of it and I want to curl up in a ball and cry for seven million years. It makes me not want to come to other people for help, because if they don’t trust me with their issues, why should I trust them with mine?

Yes, that sounds not fair. It’s just a sign that I seriously don’t have any idea of what to do with my life in the future, and I’m probably going to end up on welfare or in a cardboard box. Or at least as a starving artist surrounded by starving cats.

Ironically, I’m allergic to cats.

Things like this make me not want a future. I don’t know if I want to deal with people for the rest of my life, because people make me upset. I need to find an outlet for this. I need a place to be free.

The Politics of Brittany.

Published January 6, 2014 by Britt

Political affiliation? Lana Del Rey.

Politics is a touchy subject for most people. In fact, Dad says it’s one of three things he never talks about on the phone with someone at work making small talk while he fixes computers (The other two are religion and sports.). I kind of have to get involved for debate. It’s mock Congress, for crying out loud. I have to. Now, I’m not going to cram it down your throat. But it’s probably about time I explain my stance on certain things for future reference. And I came up with these opinions on my own; I did my research on them came up with them by myself. None of this was me being raised this way, and my opinions don’t really reflect those of my family (At least, I don’t think so.).


I like to think of myself as an independent leaning to the left. This is for lots of reasons. One is demographic. I am a young, educated, female student and that’s a type of person that that side happens to appeal to.


I think both sides are huge pieces of crap. All they want is basically the opposite of what the other side wants, and they won’t cooperate to make things better. They won’t sit down and focus on the problems, and when they do they’re being essentially bribed by corporations to do their bidding. The won’t sit down and do what’s best for the people. Quite frankly, I don’t know if they even consider the people in making their decisions. It’s all about the money for them.

Allow me to give you an example. I went to an invitational and this very attractive guy printed out the entirety of Obamacare and intended to use it as evidence in his speech. Sounds like a good plan, right?


Say hello to my little friend.

He said the librarians got angry at him.

And guess what? Congress hasn’t read that whole thing. It’s over 1000 pages long. Maybe more. No one’s read that thing. That is unfair to America. I will admit, I prepared a speech on the same bill that he had prepared his speech on, but I at least watched a few videos to figure out how it works, or at least get the gist of it. I wouldn’t say the system is perfect (none are), but healthcare, according to the UN, is a basic human right, and this is at least a step in the direction towards universal healthcare.

I can’t be the only one who remembers the tragic shooting a little over a year ago at Sandy Hook Elementary School. Demands for gun control skyrocketed. Congress had a very good background check bill in hand. They dropped the ball. The bill died. Lots of people are to blame for that, Democrats and Republicans. Meanwhile, there’s Sen. Angus King and Sen. Bernie Sanders who are sitting and looking around hating everyone. You go Independents.

You want guns, NRA? Why not have marshmallow guns instead? Marshmallows are fluffy and delicious. And not deadly.

Basically, I think the American political system needs serious reform. It’s all nonsense. College Humor made a good parody of how Congress works right now in the form of an email chain. It makes me laugh.

I can’t wait for Congress to get the boot and have the new leaders of tomorrow like me  get involved in the political system and learn how to cooperate and do better things for America than the lazy Congress we have today.

Why Shakespeare is actually really great.

Published January 3, 2014 by Britt


Most teenagers my age like to hate on Shakespeare because they think he’s boring. And I’ll admit, his tragedies suck. I was forced to read Julius Caesar for English last year and it was awful. I hated Julius Caesar with a passion. And so help me god, if you like to say your love life is like Romeo and Juliet, I’m judging you. Why? I like lists, have a list.

I don’t care that this is Leonardo DiCaprio. I don’t care if he’s suave. I don’t care how romanticized this play is. STOP.


  • THEY ARE 13.
  • It lasted a WEEK. Yes, they met, got married, had sex, and killed themselves in a WEEK
  • So, you know that famous balcony scene? “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” (wherefore means why, not where) It was actually really offensive to the Capulet family. Romeo scaled the walls that had been built by Capulet to protect his daughter and her virginity. You shouldn’t do that. It also could make her not a decent bride for Paris if anyone saw them together and thought they were screwing (Please see Much Ado About Nothing).
  • PARIS WAS A DECENT GUY. He was wealthy, he was great to Juliet, he was going to treat her well, and he had status. Perfect guy. Romeo, not so much.
  • Romeo moved on pretty quickly from Rosaline, who just wanted to be a nun, did he not?
  • This relationship ended with 6 people dead. That’s more than The Great Gatsby.

Anyhoo, rant over. His tragedies are boring. And not really tragedies, according to Aristotle. The Greeks were the people who really got theatre going, and Aristotle created three rules for a tragedy, also called the Classical Unities.

  1. The unity of action: a play should have one main action that it follows, with no or few subplots.
  2. The unity of place: a play should cover a single physical space and should not attempt to compress geography, nor should the stage represent more than one place.
  3. The unity of time: the action in a play should take place over no more than 24 hours.

Romeo and Juliet… doesn’t really meet any of those rules.

His comedies, however, are really great.

Now, one thing my theatre teacher taught me was in order to better understand Shakespeare, you need to take it out of the iambic pentameter. So, this:


He set up his bills here in Messina and challenged
Cupid at the flight; and my uncle’s fool, reading
the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged
him at the bird-bolt. I pray you, how many hath he
killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath
he killed? for indeed I promised to eat all of his killing.

Becomes this:


He set up his bills here in Messina and challenged Cupid at the flight; and my uncle’s fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt. I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed? For indeed I promised to eat all of his killing.

I also think you need to watch it if you want to get it too. I hadn’t read A Midsummer Night’s Dream and never really knew what the hype was about, and reading a play sometimes you can’t really understand what’s happening until you watch it. Then my theatre teacher had us watch it in class, and it was funny as heck. There was a girl fight that looked remarkably similar to a girl fight in the modern world.

Things got a bit muddy.

It then turned into a mudwrestling match. Those are fun to watch. But it was the “You’re prettier and it’s your fault and stop stealing my man you b*tch” type thing. And then there are all the great insults.

   Away, you Ethiope!

   Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
   Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!

                      Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
   Out, loathed med’cine! hated potion, hence!

   O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!
   You thief of love! what, have you come by night
   And stolen my love’s heart from him?

                                                               Fine, i’faith!
   Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
   No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
   Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
   Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you!

                                 Get you gone, you dwarf;
   You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;
   You bead, you acorn.

Those are in order of the scene, but they’re just the great insults. I use acorn and canker-blossom in my head daily. It’s way better than any of those generators.

Thou infectious, fly-bitten, hugger-mugger!

Another favorite quote, from Much Ado About Nothing:


Dost thou not suspect my place? dost thou not
suspect my years? O that he were here to write me
down an ass! But, masters, remember that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not
that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of
piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness.
I am a wise fellow, and, which is more, an officer,
and, which is more, a householder, and, which is
more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in
Messina, and one that knows the law, go to; and a
rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath
had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every
thing handsome about him. Bring him away. O that
I had been writ down an ass!

Fun fact: Apparently the play Macbeth is cursed. You can’t say that in a theatre at all or else you have to do some form of cleansing ritual to get the curse out. Fun ones include: turning three times, spitting over one’s left shoulder, swearing, or reciting a line from another of Shakespeare’s plays. Popular lines for this purpose include, “Angels and ministers of grace defend us” (Hamlet 1.IV), “If we shadows have offended” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream 5.ii), and “Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you” (The Merchant of Venice, 3.IV). A more elaborate cleansing ritual involves leaving the theatre, spinning around and brushing oneself off, and saying “Macbeth” three times before entering again. Some production groups insist that the offender may not reenter the theater until he is invited to do so, therefore making it easy to punish frequent offenders by leaving them outside. (Thanks, Wikipedia.)

So, back to topic. His comedies are great. Appreciate those. The tragedies are stupid. Don’t cry about Romeo and Juliet. Even if Leonardo DiCaprio does deserve the Oscar. And remember, Shakespeare got where he did because he started out poor and lived in the country with people with a crass sense of humor. He gets people. It’s part of why he’s famous today because people can relate to the characters, even if they’re talking in old language that can be tricky to understand. He’s really a pretty chill dude.

“Yea, I am.”

The Obligatory New Year Inspirational Post

Published December 31, 2013 by Britt

What would a blog be without one?

Every year is a mixture of ups and downs. If someone had an all good year, they’re lying to you.

That’s the way you should view every year. There will be good things, there will be bad things. You will love things, you will have lost other things. But that’s an important part of life. You can’t hope no bad things will happen to you, because you will be sorely disappointed. But you can hope as many good things happen to you as possible, and you can hope that in the end, your life will be a grand adventure. That’s what life is. A grand adventure.

No adventure is complete without good things and bad things. You can only hope to overcome the bad things so you can go and get to the good things. The good things mean more if there are bad things, and if you don’t want the good things enough, you’re just throwing yourself into a brick wall and falling over. You’re giving up.

So, all you can do for this moment is dream of having that grand adventure, and be hopeful that the good things are truly as great as they sound. You can’t hope that this year will be better than the next, because only you can make that happen. It’s your own adventure, so make something amazing out of it.

Because remember…

So, cheers to the grand adventure waiting for us in 2014. It will have its ups and downs. We will gain amazing new people, amazing new friends, and amazing new experiences. But we will also gain wisdom from the experiences that aren’t that amazing, and we’ll be stronger because of it.

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