Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Friday, July 06, 2007

"Beauty is Only Skin Deep...

...but ugly goes clear to the bone." I read that once, in a book called Garfield's Book of Put-Downs, Insults, and Slams, one of many books I borrowed from my brother in my teenage years. I never got it before, but it might be starting to make sense.

So, some of you may have noticed Shayerahol's comment on my last blog, and he's right I didn't make a seperate post to continue my debate with him so that's entirely my fault. I'm doing so now because I realize that's really not appropriate to have on a post about Jessee. He and I have been engaging in a debate on Alexsander's blog, but I decided that it really shouldn't be there since Alex wasn't a part of the blog and it was getting increasingly less polite (though I was trying to be nice!) I invited him to e-mail me privately, feeling he might not want to publicly humiliate himself through this argument. He's decided e-mailing is only for friends (talk to one of my ex-boyfriends though, he'll tell you otherwise. :-P) and has decided to be public about this. That's fine.
He also mentioned that no one like me would ever be friends with him. I wonder if he means college students, sane people, gay people, young people, people in general, Caucasians, or people he's ever written anything to. All of the above, maybe?

So, to recap, I'm going to explain my side of this...Shayerahol is more than welcome to explain his side in his comment. Or on his blog...if he ever gets one. (Just an aside: most people have their own blog as a place to share their opinion with the world, rather than going and leaving dissenting opinions on everyone else's blogs? Think about it. It's an especially good idea for people with ridiculously strong and highly offensive convictions....not saying names...)

So he leaves some comments on Alexsander's post about L.A. Pride, calling Prides skankfests and so-on-and-so-forth. The first comment was deleted, which of course riles up Shayerahol and he starts on about Freedom of Speech...which doesn't apply to comments on personal blogs because of that little word "personal" that's thrown in there.
Anyways, because I'm nosey, among other flaws, I replied. Realizing this was probably a mistake I said "I hate to feed the trolls but..." and, because as far as I can tell Shayerahol seeks out opportunities to claim he's being discriminated against, decided this meant I was calling him ugly by using the term troll.

Now, I want you all to pause for a second and flip the common sense switch to "on" if it's not there already. Troll, on the internet, is a term meaning someone who is trying to start an argument. "Feed the trolls" has one meaning and one meaning only, anywhere, which is to reply to an Internet troll. I've provided links to prove that. But, having pointed this out to him, he accused me of backpedaling.
(And in case anyone's wondering, when I apologized for using the word troll which he correctly reasoned was fake was fake only because I was apologizing for something I didn't do. How could it possibly have been real? I mean, I could have apologized for offending him, but, as you'll see...I think we're fairly even as far as that goes so I don't think an apology is necessary there.)

Then he made an analogy of what if Isaiah Washington said he meant a "bundle of sticks used for kindling" when he said "faggot" -- I think he might have forgotten that that's where Isaiah Washington came into this, just because he seemed to think the two of us were being compared for our opinions of the word "faggot".
(On a totally unrelated note, I don't watch Grey's Anatomy, but I think Isaiah Washington might be right about getting fired for racist reasons, but I don't really know because I'm not actually paying attention because I don't watch Grey's.)

Which is another point of our debate, actually. He's arguing that the word is, in and of itself, offensive. Which is a valid argument, I understand the reasoning behind it, I just happen to disagree. I don't think a word can be offensive on its own, the intent behind it and any actions that come with it, that's where a word becomes offensive.

Looking for further ways to claim I'm discriminatory, he has latched onto the idea that the "Cracker" in my user name is an indication that I'm a white supremacist and that there is no way at all it could possibly be related to the fact that my name is Graham and I've been called Graham Cracker, quite literally, since the day I was born. I've explained this to him several times but to not avail. Apparently, I'm racist....against myself. (Which, for the record, Shayerahol, I have never in my life heard of anyone using the word "cracker", meaning white person, proudly.)

Now, I have given him some room here. I admitted freely to being shallow -- which we all know is true. However, he seems convinced that because I think about whether or not someone is attractive, I use this to judge their character, talent, and worth and that I discriminate against ugly people. That's the furthest thing from the truth.
He looked on profile and picked out the gogo dancing -- which he's decided defines who I am -- and I admitted the job relies entirely on being pretty, and of course, manipulating people. I admitted the job was immoral, and even said I didn't care all that much. He says this makes me amoral, and honestly he can think that if he'd like. Personally, I disagree...but then, I know me and he just judges me. Aside, how immoral is it when the people who are tipping are looking for that? I'm just giving them what they want. But that's neither here nor there.
Of course, the mere fact that I am a gogo boy, even now that I have outlined all of the reaons I have for doing it (y'know, I'm a full-time student, I have a day job too, but $30,000 of medical bills and $32,000 yearly tuition, plus monthly rent now, and extracurricular activities, and I already have all the financial aid I can get...), makes me a villain. "Other college students can get by without doing it."
Uhm, no, most other college students can get by without doing it. If you're under the impression that I'm the only one, then can you explain to me why are there bumper stickers and t-shirts that say "I pole dance to pay my tuition"? Or maybe why there's books about college students who stripped to get through college? Or why no one at school is at all phased by this? Or why it's actually a pretty common night job for college students - gay and straight - to have?
Let me put it this way: unless mommy and daddy are rich, you are a full-time student with anywhere between one to four part-time jobs. One of those jobs is almost guaranteed to be a night job with tips and probably under-the-table pay.

So, his arguments have been that the gay community is shallow. I pointed out that that's actually like the whole rest of the world. He returned, basically, that we should be better than the rest of society, my question -- which has gone unanswered so far: if we seperate ourselves even more from the straight world, how are we supposed to be accepted in it?

Now, aside from his railing against the shallowness of the gay community, there's also his determination that Prides are entirely about how people look. I pointed out, going from my personal experience of Prides I've been to, three which do not fit his stereotype of a Pridefest. They are actually all of the Prides that I've been to. He replied that it was three out of zillions. Now, I have to assume that he expects me to believe he's been to zillions of Prides...which, oddly enough, I don't so his argument is a little unconvincing. I mean, why would someone who hates Prides I do believe he's judging this based off of the pictures he happens to see...but, obviously, since he reads the blogs of young, hormonally active gay boys we're going to post our favorite photos -- which generally will have our friends and people we wish were our friends-with-benefits, y'know? Not at all different from the blogs of young, hormonally active straight boys who post photos of gorgeous women whenever they have an opportunity.

Some comic relief from early in the debate, because I know some of you love comedy...I said, metaphorically, that every day was straight pride and he asked: "Do straight men behave like drugged up, drunken whores in public?" Now, I don't know how many of you have ever been out in public -- I'm assuming most of you, but it's a lot like hormones on parade. Especially at places where teenagers hang out -- malls, beaches, movie theaters, schools, coffee shops, bars, streets, CVS, parking lots....and I'm pretty sure those are not gay people. :-P

Our final point of contention is actually just a matter of opinion, so neither of us will win that argument. I happen to think Frenchie Davis needs hair. That's all I'm saying. I don't think she looks good without hair. I think she is amazingly talented.
I also think Sean van der Wilt is talented, though not as much as Frenchie. Apparently the fact that I like his music despite it's unoriginality is somehow offensive to Shayerahol. He seems to think he can't possibly be talented because a) no one's ever heard of him, and b) because he's white and pretty. Which kinda sounds like the racism and lookism Shayerahol accuses everyone else of. Hmmmm, funny about that.

The good news is, we both agree that Angelina Jolie is only where she is because she's pretty. Then again, I think most people would agree with that. I'm sure Angelina would agree with that.

In closing, I'd just like to say another one-liner I read once, this time on a website full of famous quotes: "Beauty is only skin deep. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?"

(Brad, I KNOW I still owe you a Matt Damon post!! I was all set to do it, but I saw Shayerahol's comment and was like "Oh, I should do this..."
(DISCLAIMER: As usual, I stole most of the pictures from Google Image Search.)

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Pretty Person of the Week!! (WARNING: there is also a rant)

This is a good day for it to be Thursday.
You see, Tuesday I had an...encounter with Boy-Craig. I won't give you the details, but let's just leave it at: I'm freaking horny since then. I'm not sure if any of you particularly wanted to know that, but you'll just have to deal. :P
But it's okay. Thursday is after all our day for our Pretty Person of the Week. And today, I am pulling out someone I have been saving for a special occassion. One of the absolute hottest men who hasn't been featured yet....Channing Tatum!

He, like my very first Pretty Person Jim Verraros, is some that I hope to at the very least make out with when I make it to Hollywood. Although, if things don't work out with Jim, Channing could be a future husband too. He is bisexual after all. :P

Channing is one of the few guys who I think can pull off almost any hairstyle. I don't think he could long face-framing hair, but otherwise...look at him, shaved head, full head of hair...he's still gorgeous.
















He's a model, obviously, but he's a model who has successfully and terrifically moved into the acting world. He played heartthrob Duke Orsino in She's the Man, and the sultry stud Tyler Gage in Step Up (which I still need to see). He's appeared on CSI: Miami (which, granted, not a testament to anyone's acting skills...) and if you look you can even spot him in Crazy Tom's (Tom Cruise's, that is) movie War of the Worlds, as the Boy in the church scene. I'm telling you that info so you know that you can skip the rest of the movie and just watch the one scene. He's also got a role in a movie that's come out since Step Up, but that I've never heard of, called A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints. He's also going to be in two upcoming movies slated for 2007: The Battle in Seattle, and an untitled Kimberly Peirce project. Make sure you catch both of those -- you wouldn't want to miss a single dose of Channing, would ya?
So, in not so good news, I have been home for almost a week and I can't stand being in this house. We moved to this god-forsaken building shortly before I left for school -- so obviously, I didn't get much say in what house we moved into. It had everything my father wanted, it had everything my grandmother needed...so mom settled for it, and I have to deal.
But I can't stand it. I absolutely loathe this house with every fiber of my being. This house depresses me, which I know sounds silly but it's true that certain buildings can affect your mood and there's nothing positive about this building's effect on me. I've expressed this dislike to both of my parents, and the response is pretty much "suck it up". I don't even enjoy celebrating in this house. I know I have to be here for Christmas, but mom and dad are going to want me to celebrate News Year's with them. Here's my resolution for that: I'll celebrate New Year's with the family if the family moves.
I can't stand spending a single night in this house as it is, let alone one where I'm expected to be cheerful and happy with the family. Speaking of which, apparently I'm stuck here tonight even though I'm not working tomorrow. This is the biggest bullshit I've ever heard of.

Anyways, to get on a happier topic...here's more Channing.Oh my, Channing, what a big gun you have. ;-)