So, I finally talked to my mom today. She said that my dad is opposed to me driving to North Carolina by myself. I'm assuming it's because I'm a girl. It's because I'm his little girl and I can't handle the fourteen drive alone with big, scary men on I-95 in their Dodge Ram Pick-up trucks who have small dicks and huge egos and puny ideas of the world at large. I can handle myself in this world. I have proven myself more than once. Sure, it's nice to lean on people here and there, but I like to think that I am independent. The fourteen hour drive did not scare me. This concept was relieving. Yeah, it'd suck balls, but I'd enjoy the alone time and the scenery. But I might not get that now? Sigh. I'd like to fly considering I've never done it, but I would also like that experience of driving by myself. I hate being restricted for being female. And he can stop me because it's his car. I'm no longer paying insurance so he can dictate what happens with his car. Sigh. This world is soooo oppressing.
Did you know about wine ettiquette? Well, I learned from first-hand experience. Let me fill you in on wine ettiquette. The first time Ryan and I ordered a bottle of wine was at Houlihan's. This was still early on in the relationship, and we had never gotten alcohol together. Sure, he'd order beer, but I never had alcohol at dinner, and never got it because I knew it'd make the bill more expensive. And I was naive about the whole ID bullshit. Anywho...Ryan suggested that we order a bottle of wine at Houlihan's. I was in the drinking mood, as was he, so wine seemed like a great idea. Neither of us were (or are) wine pros, but we managed to decide on one that had a fun and fruity description next to the wine's name. Ryan ordered it for us, and the waiter did not ask for proof of age and I was content with this wine business at dinner. I really wanted/needed alcohol. Duh. The waiter comes with our adult grape juice and shows the bottle to Ryan to confirm that this is the bottle he ordered for us. Ryan nods and the waiter opens, with struggle, our wine and pours a tiny bit into Ryan's glass and asks him to taste it. Ya know, to see if he approves. Ryan does so and decides that it's good. And then, because Ryan said it was okay, the waiter poured me my glass and then filled Ryan's glass. And walked away. So this is what our society comes down to, folks. Sorry to disappoint you with a feminist ending, but I cannot fathom the wine testing thing. 1)The man at the table confirms that the wine presented is what was ordered, 2) The man at the table gets a little taste test, just to make sure HE likes it....because, ya know, that means that I will automatically like it as well, 3)The "lady" gets the first full glass because ladies first is an hella old concept (as is the man making the decisions for the couple). It's complete bullshit and unfair that my boyfriend gets to decide for me if I like the wine. And every restaurant we've been to where we got wine has done this. It's not just Houlihan's. It's everywhere. And we've ordered wine from at least eight different restaurants. Fuck this patriarchal society. Why can't the male and female each get a sip and decide TOGETHER if it's worth drinking. It pisses me off so much.
Guess what? I still have a roommate and I still cannot have sex because of it.
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He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords
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