It's a Man's World

It really is. Don't get me wrong I'm not some sort of hard-line feminist who's gonna preach not shaving for four years and not wearing deodorant like some sort of high on acid-nature seeking hippie. But as a general statement, I'm all for equality, and feminism is definitely a massive part of that.

I guess I'm just a bit fed up with the whole "you must look like a victoria's secret model at all times of the day" stigma that is present in our society. As a girl who is definitely not 100% happy with the way I look (which girl is, lets be honest) I am so sick and tired of hearing comments like "oh you look tired, are you not wearing makeup?" or "I prefer your hair straight you should straighten it more often". NO! Look, don't get me wrong I love to hear the compliments. But I'm always thinking, why do I need to change the way I look because you prefer me another way? Why can't you just be happy with me?

To all the ladies out there I say: Don't ever think you have to change to please someone else. You're pretty much already great the way you are, and no guy ever has the right to tell you otherwise. Feel proud, to walk out of the house without makeup, flaunt your 'haven't shaved in three days' legs, embrace those few days your hair gets a bit frizzy or messy. 

As my girl Christina would say: "We are beautiful, in every single way. Words can't bring us down. So don't you bring me down today"

-Kate

Head Full of Egg

Today I came across something rather spectacular. It's a book,  a collection of poetry by some kid named Bo Burnham (I'm sure if you know him you'll forever hate me for referring to him as 'some kid' but please bare with me) who is kind of this incredible god-like poet (told you it would get better!). The book is called Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone.

Now I have to admit I am quite a fan of poetry (and by poetry I mean I love me some tumblr browsing) and I have read my fair share of poems that all seem to revolve around sex and death and all that lovely/terrible stuff. But when I read a poem from Egghead, I knew I'd found something different entirely. 

And I love it, I love it I love I love it. It's all kinds of wonderful. I may even buy it.

Seriously though, worth a read this Egghead. Yeah, I dig it.

-Kate