My pic with Santa at the UMC, hooray for Xmas advent! There was cookie decorating and some bitches were complaining about the snacks being too fattening and I said, “it’s healthier if you decorate your cookie as a penis”… F-ing dumb bitches…
Ps. Santa held my penis cookie
^^^^^^^^^^^^^ A copy of a post I made around this time two years ago. I was at school and it was the week of finals so there was a santa and cookie decorating. It was during this time of my life when I felt like I had everything. This was the shit that amused me. Look how fucking happy I was.
Imagine you have a Rolex watch. Nice fancy Rolex, you bought it because you like the way it looks and you wanted to treat yourself. And then you get beaten and mugged and your Rolex is stolen. So you go to the police. Only, instead of investigating the crime, the police want to know why you were wearing a Rolex instead of a regular watch. Have you ever given a Rolex to anyone else? Is it possible you wanted to be mugged? Why didn’t you wear long sleeves to cover up the Rolex if you didn’t want to be mugged?
And then after that, everywhere you go, there are constant jokes about stealing your Rolex. People you don’t even know whistle at your Rolex and make jokes about cutting your hand off to get it. The media doesn’t help either; it portrays people who wear Rolexes as flamboyant assholes who secretly just want someone to come along and take that Rolex off their hands. When damn, all you wanted was to wear a nice watch without getting harassed for it. When you complain that you are starting to feel unsafe, people laugh you off and say that you are too uptight. Never mind you got violently attacked for the crime of wearing a friggin time piece.
Imagining all that? It sucks, doesn’t it.
Now imagine you could never take the Rolex off.
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The Bangladeshis Who Make Your Clothes Have Been Given a Raise
As discouraging as it is, no number of documentaries or worthy articles is suddenly going to make everyone in the world care about the people making our underwear for $1.50 a day. A large part of that is probably because it’s hard to comprehend how shocking the working conditions in Bangladesh’s clothing factories are until you visit them for yourself—until you meet the workers being slapped around by their bosses and the kids being hidden on the factory roof every time Western buyers come to town.
In response to those working conditions and wages, which are among the lowest in the world, some workers have been striking for weeks, their frustration often turning to violence as they clash with police. And those violent protests have won them what looks like a victory: the Bangladesh government announced over the weekend that the minimum wage for garment workers is going to be increased by 77 percent, to $67 a month.
I flew out to Bangladesh a couple of weeks before the pay raise was announced to meet some garment workers. Upon arrival, a contact took me to a poor factory neighborhood—a slum, comprised as it was of a few beaten up huts—on the outskirts of Dhaka. There, he introduced me to Bilkiss, a sweet, pretty 18-year-old who had worked at the same garment factory for five years. She is one of an estimated 4 million in Bangladesh who make our clothes.
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There’s not much I wouldn’t give or do to be in this room again at that point in my life. I want to be able to shave my head again and wear lingerie in public. I want to be out till 2am with a stranger and watch the sun rise as I come home to an empty but messy room. I want to be the girl dancing provocatively who thinks her self worth is what she can offer sexually. I want to make the neighbors jealous from our noises. I want to wake up with the taste of you in my mouth and the smell of your cigarettes in my hair. I want you to be the mistake that I make over and over and over… #memories #tbt #personal #rant #roses #bedroom #pink