All right, all right, I still have a blog, I swear. And it’s mostly humorless feminism and pretty shoes, aren’t we just a bundle of contradictions. And also I didn’t kill McQueen.
Speaking of (the first two parts)!
Re humorless feminism: ugh. These posters are both stooopid.
I found them near my building on campus. And the thing is, Teenage Jessica would have been all like, “HEEEHEEEBOOBIES” and also “BUT IT’S FOR A GOOD CAUSE BECAUSE I’M AN ACTIVIST AND/OR UM A SINGER I GUESS” and “HEY THERE’S A GUY THERE TOO SO IT’S FUNNY QUIT BEING SO HUMORLESS.” But grown-up Jessica is basically humorless. The one for the singers is the less-annoying of the two, I think, but the one about investment transparency just makes me roll my eyes so hard they’re about to fall out. At least put a fucking web address on there, yo. Otherwise you’re just showing us your tits. HA HA BUT THERE’S A GUY THERE TOO SO IT’S FUNNY. I don’t know. Humorlessness.
And re pretty shoes:
I don’t really have anything re pretty shoes, actually. Um. Here’s this. I ain’t got no shame in saying I want those boots.
Tags: feminist rage