Sooooo according to the Psychological Association of America, if you are chronically sad or depressed you can be found in the great big book of psychological disorders (AKA the DSM IV TR) and therefore need some form of therapy/treatment/medication to make yourself “normal” again. This is even more so if there is no real reason for your sadness/depression. If you are sad or depressed without a “legitimate” reason, you are then said to have a “chemical imbalance” (AKA “you are crazy”) and therefore by all means definitely need to be pumped up with the happy pills.

But what if it is the opposite? What if you have been chronically joyous for some time now without any rhyme or reason (or at least for what America considers rhyme or reason)?  Continue reading →

When I started college, I just got out of an intricate relationship about three months earlier. The guy I was dating didn’t believe that I was important in his busy and stressful life. In other words, I got dumped because he wanted to spend the summer hanging out with his friends and playing video games. At that time, I didn’t care if the entire male population was eaten by male-hating aliens that came from planet WOMEN RULE.

I got over the break up in about two weeks which opened my eyes to how insignificant it really was. Continue reading →

Are you tired of being criticized and threatened by the world simply because you refuse to allow certain trifles like basic human rights and the will of the people to shine through in everything your government does? Well, there’s a simple answer that will bring all of your problems to a halt. Turn into a democratic regime. Continue reading →

I was barely 15 and she was 17 when she gave me the bus fare and drove me part of the way to the bus station in order for me to escape from foster care. She was in what we thought was a great foster home with foster parents who treated her just like one of their own daughters and she had been there since she was 12, but I had been shuffled from one home to another all my life and put in lock up with teen rapists and murderers twice for no other reason than that they did not have a home for me at the time. I was about to be launched into a series of “placements” as a means of training new foster parents by giving them a difficult teen to care for. We both knew the horrors that lay in store for me and so we planned my escape, never thinking that she may be the one in trouble not too far in the future.

So I made my escape never to return and she was left in what we thought was a foster care dream home. She was in her last year of highschool all set to graduate in May, but then it happened, disaster was upon her life like a hard kick to the stomach.  Continue reading →

It is common to find relationships where the woman takes much longer than the man to get ready to leave the house. But why are women so obsessed about how they look?

All over the country, nearly the entire female population is obsessing over one thing: beauty. Although there are many opinionated definitions of the word “beauty,” women still live their everyday lives putting labels on others based only on what they see and think of what beauty is.

If a woman sees someone thinking they are not attractive, they automatically feel they are of a higher status. But how did this silent competition start and why are most the women hoping to take victory against everyone they see?

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A brother uses your Barbies as GI Joe’s enemies… but only if you can use GI Joe as Barbie’s Ken (I didn’t have a real Ken for YEARS— devastated).  This usually results in headless Barbie, leaving the sister run to Dad, sobbing that Barbie HAS to have a head in order to go to Prom in her Magic Carriage.  Of course, the brother always has his side of the story.  “Barbie would still have her head if Lt.Joe from the 14th Unit didn’t have a stupid tux on when she returned him!”  Ah yes, a brother, the guy you can share your toys with.

A brother will use his car to run over any male that he finds you practicing French kissing with.  Ah yes, a brother, the guy that explains his view of the birds and the bees.  And the guardian of your chastity. Continue reading →

When I think of the elements in pop culture that helped to shape my childhood, I get really excited. The late 80′s and early 90′s were great times for movies and Saturday morning cartoons. I’ve been feeling very nostalgic lately, so I’ve decided that I would like to share some of my more prominent memories of pop culture from when I was very very young. Continue reading →

I like how the issue of being “plus size” is a new trending topic. Well…I have something to add on to that. For instance when you go into really popular stores (I won’t mention any names :cough: Aeropostale, American Eagle, Urban Outfitters :cough:), you can’t find plus size clothing.

Everyone women has to be a size 12 or smaller to fit into the jeans there.  Continue reading →

I do not have friends. I have acquaintances. I am perfectly okay with that now, but as a child a friend was all I ever wanted. Never happened, never occurred. In fact, I spent more time befriending my father’s razor cartridge, from which I removed the plastic and kept the razor blade, than other human beings. Mind you, I tried. I tried desperately. I tried dearly. I tried about as hard as a seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen year old could. I spent under a decade ‘trying’ to fit in. Continue reading →