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So a friend of mine linked me to this article, which in her words is a sobering but necessary read. I think she’s totally right, and while I don’t necessarily agree 100% with some points the author makes (but in the scheme of things, really rather minor points about jokes and stuff) I think the overall message is so amazingly important.

The most powerful message that I think we need to get across is that it’s not okay, ever. Ever. A woman should be able to dress however she likes, go where ever she likes, with whomever she likes and not be scared that someone’s going to sexually assault her because she was dressed like a slut, or she was in the wrong neighbourhood. And it should not be okay for a woman to be sexually assaulted because she was on high, or drunk, or in any way unable to say no.

I don’t really have all that much else to say on the matter and I think the article really speaks for itself, but I do want to draw to everyone’s attention the fact that one out of six women are sexually assaulted in their lifetimes, and that’s not okay.

Look at the links in the article to see some disgusting cases of victim blame that have taken place astoundingly recently.

Does anyone else find it weird that the one publicity shot they choose is an upskirt? I don’t understand what they’re trying to convey… are they trying to attract young dudes to the site? But then it’s the GIRL that’s wearing the tshirt… kind of implying it’s clothing for girls. And is there really any appeal in upskirt shots these days? Is there a young male that would enlighten me? I’m sure if they’re that desperate to get a glimpse… I mean there is a lot of porn on the internet. Could they not just look at that? Does the company not realise? Do they not have eyes? I’m so confused by this… This is almost as confusing as trying to find out what the point of that “funnest iPod ever” campaign was about…

-Sally

Argh! I knew there was something else on the 8th of January… Grizzly Bear are playing a show at the Fly By! What a week… Cat Power, Grizzly Bear AND Micachu and the Shapes? I have no doubt a whole bunch of other exciting sideshows are happening too… Start saving, bitchezz!

-Sally

PS my cat is sleeping on my bed letting off SBDs at an alarming rate. i love her too much to move her though! naww. she’s the cutest.

So forever ago I mentioned these dudes here, Micachu and the Shapes. To be honest I had kind of forgotten about them a bit… mainly because I never ever ever use myspace anymore and neglected to actually purchase their cd.
Anyhow, upon re-listening I totally take back everything I said about who they sound like, that was basically just that one song. In any case, they still sound rad, AND if you are a Perthian like myself, you can catch them at Amps on the 8th of January. Which is a little bit ridiculous because I’m pretty sure that’s on the same night as Cat Power’s Southbound sideshow… Actually, I take that back. Cat Power’s playing at the Astor on the 6th, so there is now no excuse. MAKE YOURSELF PRESENT.

I SEE YOU CHOOSE TO MISUNDERSTAND ME.

-Sally

I am thinking maybe I should change the name of the blog…?

In the words of my brother: “sounds like someone is getting up to some mischief and debauchery on the net”! Indeed they are. I am beginning to realise the repurcussions of having “shit” in the title…

-Sally

So I only just looked at Sea of Shoes tonight, after it dancing around my periphery for such a long time, and I have to say it is one of the most depressing things I’ve ever seen. Never before have I ever wanted to be rich and talented so much. I wish I had oodles of money so I could go to Paris and me and my mum could buy Balenciaga boots on a whim . Sigh. The blog has also birthed (birthed? I’m at a blank for an adequate word but this one is just so bad!) my new found love for Ann Demeulemeester boots. Holy shit.
Also: I just ate a bowl of rice with satay and it was soooooo gooooooooood.
Also: I have been eating a lot of satay lately, it is sooooo goooood.
Also also also: The craziest thing happened today, I was flossing my teeth and then I noticed this weird thing at the back of my jaw. Holy shit, it was one of my wisdom teeth! My wisdom teeth came through without me noticing. What the fuck?
Also: I just put my retainer in for the first time in forever, it hurt like a motherbiiiiiitch.
Also: I am sorry I am such a terrible blogger!

-Sally

So, my brother is pretty good at mostly everything. It used to be that I was the “social” one and he was just better than me at most other things, but now he is older and everyone thinks he is like the most charming thing ever, and all my friends like him better than me, and I am just loud and obnoxious. Sigh. Anyway, I was totally into photography when I was in year 11 and 12, but then he started doing it, and he is so much better than me it is ridiculous.

My point being, he made this insane video with his new macro camera, and it is over here. That is also a link to his flickr stream, which has lots of photos and things on it?

-Sally

To continue my open letters to people who irritate the shit out of me:

Dear everyone on Facebook,

I do not want to see photos from your “Restaurant City” or whatever the fuck it is. I would just delete you from my friends list but you’re dense enough to think everyone cares about your pretend restaurant, so you’re dense enough to not take a fucking hint and keep re-adding me.

I don’t want to read my own daily horoscope. Why the fuck do I want to read yours? I don’t care what character from Scrubs you are. I don’t care that you are beat your friends at “Typing Madness” (Seriously, who publicises the fact that they play typing speed games?). I don’t want to know how sexy your zodiac sign is (especially not when it is accompanied by some new-ageish computer generated “faerie weeping on a moon” crap picture), or that your Disney prince is Prince Adam (who is, by the way, the Beast from Beauty and the Beast).

If I saw an acquaintance on the street, I wouldn’t walk up to them and say “Oh my god. Did you know that I am 97% NOT colour blind? How about that shit?!”. That would be fucking retarded of me to somehow expect that they are interested.

What I can understand, is the occasional status update: cool, that’s what it’s there for. I should probably expect it. But when my whole fucking homepage is filled with people I’m (let’s not be coy about these things) not really friends with, and don’t care a great deal about, talking about their fucking zodiacs… man. It makes me hate everyone.

Once, I got stuck at a party talking to this girl who insisted on telling me aaaaaall about both my zodiac sign and the characteristics I display, but her own as well.
I. Don’t. Care.
I don’t care if I display what are “oh my god, classic Virgo!!!” characteristics. I don’t care. Really, I don’t. The horoscope industry is based completely on people being gullible and interpreting everything they ever read to be relevant to them, here is an idea: the universe does not care about you, because the universe is a whole bunch of matter and isn’t a conscious entity. Sorry to have to be the one to break it to you, but you probably should have figured it out by now. If you want to be retarded about shit like that, fair enough. Go for your life, but don’t tell me all about how just because I’m born on a particular day I automatically behave in a certain way. For real, everyone born from the 23rd of August to the 22nd of September has “work troubles” or “new romance” or “financial uncertainty” or whatever the fuck vague term they use in order to be interpreted as whatever the fuck anyone wants, all at the same time? Apparently Virgoans aren’t cynical: really? Most of what I spew from my ridiculous brain on this here blog is petty, vitriolic ranting! Apparently I have a “compassionate and caring vibration”, what the fuck does that even mean?!

So anyway, I think retarded Facebook updates and horoscopes are stupid.

-Sally

I am wasting my life away with youtube videos of chavs. Why do I do this to myself? Time is fleeting.

Although, this is fucking hilarious:

-Sally

So this is actually what I was going to blog about before I got all shitty about hating my job:

My (and Lyndon’s) linguistics tutor/lecturer has a blog, and he says some pretty darn sensible things. It’s over here, so go have a look.
I also found this article via Good Reason, which coincides rather nicely with my essay on the problem of evil this week.

-Sally