I originally had it as a locked post that only my Facebook friends knew the password to. But fuck it - why should I have to be so damn scared all the time of posting stuff like this?
Yesterday, I told my…
I’ve had to make myself stop reading these #1reasonwhy posts regarding sexism faced by women working in the video game industry, simply because I was having a really pleasant evening and they’re bumming me the fuck out as I sit here, filling out college applications for video game design schools. (I stopped being surprised by such internet coincidences a long time ago, but nonetheless this one was unintentional on my part.)
However, I think this particular post sums them all up quite succinctly, and I thought my more politically-inclined followers might find this whole thing highly relevant to their interests.
Being sick in Elementary:
Yay home from school chicken noodle soup and movies
Being sick in high school:
OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO MISS A MATH NOTE AND THEN GET BEHIND IN ENGLISH AND THEN I'LL HAVE LATE MARKS OFF MY PRESENTATION AND I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL BECAUSE I'M GOING TO FAIL EVERYTHING AND DIE ALONE UNEDUCATED AND OLD AND NOT KNOWING HOW TO GRAPH A PARABOLA
I draw in public a great deal; on the train, waiting for my bus, at a café with my friends. I like having something to do with my hands, and since the options of a lengthy period of sitting still are either a page full of sketches or a lapful of napkin confetti, I find it pays to have my art…
I want to start charging $5 every time I hear that self-defeating “I just can’t draw no matter what” nonsense from people. Then maybe I’ll actually be able to pay for art school.
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now.
‒ Excerpt from "After Apple-Picking", by Robert Frost