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About Ranting

5 Oct

You know, when I started this blog, I intended it to be just a place for me to post my poetry and photography. Upon further thought, I decided it would be a good place to post my other writings, too. Among these: essays, rants, and fiction.

Now, if you read my page ”On Essays, Rants, and Fiction” you will find that I say I will post rants occasionally, most likely when something has peeved me.

Never, and I do mean never, did I think I would have as many rants posted as I do.

Things just seem to peeve me, I guess.

Take today, for example. I have to design a website around a controversy. Not sure what a controversy is? Let me give you some examples..

-Abortion   (ranted about it)

-Gay Marriage

-Happy Holidays, being politically correct (Ranted about it)

-Teenage Sex Education

The list goes on and on.

Needless to say (which, ironically, is something I say particularly often) I was reading through the different sides of these controversies, trying to pick one to design my website around.

Each and EVERY one of these pissed me off to no end.

Gay marriage? the argument was that if gay people get married that hinders the child rearing process…. I beg your pardon, but I’m fairly certain that if a person is gay, they are going to “be” with someone who cannot physically produce a child with them ANYWAY… so that argument is null and void and I think people just need to get over themselves.

Teenage Sex Education? They say that if we teach kids about sex, they’re 15% more likely (I think that was the number) to become pregnant before the age 18. Really? I don’t believe it. Maybe it’s true. What I was reading said that 1 in every 10 teenage girls will get pregnant.

Also, I read that birth control is just as bad as abortion. No, no, no. First of all if you USE birth control wisely and carefully, abortion shouldn’t even be an issue. AND if you’re not mature enough to raise a child, you’re not mature enough to have sex. End of story. So either man up and take responsibility for your action or shut up and stop complaining.

Thank you for your time.

I promise I’ll write soon about something other than things that piss me off.

In the End

18 Sep

In the end

I’ll take my chances and consider myself lucky
There’s a bruise on my arm where the needle had stuck me
Life’s a one shot deal and everyone’s a loser
The millionaire ends up the same as the user

You can spend your life working for money
Laugh at a joke even though it’s not funny
Play the game and try to win
Go to church; confess a sin

You can feel guilty for the things you have done
You can try to become someone
You can drink all night and sleep all day
It will all end anyway

You can chose to have children and try to raise them right
And they’ll still be damaged at the end of the night

You can remain a virgin or fuck everyone you see
Contract diseases or remain free
Tell the truth or just pretend
Nothing matters in the end

You can suffer; die real slow
You can choose when you want to go
Or you can let it happen naturally
It doesn’t matter, don’t you see?
It always happens eventually

You can go to war; die fighting for “freedom”
Or you can sit back and watch them come

You can just accept the reality
Or deny the inevitable fatality

You can live with sadness or take the knife
You can stay straight and sober for life
Or spend every night getting high
It doesn’t matter; everyone will die

K.M.
9-17-09

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Disclaimer: KeMa is not telling you to get addicted to heroin, join the army, become a whore, commit suicide, or any of the other implied choices listed above. This is just a poem.

Novel: Excerpt

14 Sep

The novel this excerpt was taken from is a work in progress. Any feedback is much appreciated. Please keep in mind that this is taken out of context so some details may not be clear)

(The Following Excerpt contains material some readers may not find suitable.

Reader Discretion is Advised)

Jeff took me out to celebrate the end of my first semester and our fourth anniversary. We were both 20, young, happy, healthy, in love.
After dinner, he drove us to the beach and laid out a blanket.
“I want to look at the stars with you,” he said.
“I’d like that,” I whispered back.
The night was going well, perfect even. The moonlight danced playfully on the water of the Pacific Ocean while the stars dotted the night sky.
“This is a perfect night,” I said to Jeff as we both lay on the blanket, hands intertwined.
He sat up, then, and looked deeply into my eyes for a moment.
“You’re a perfect girl, woman. You don’t deserve anything less,” he said.
I just smiled back, unable to find the right words to say in return.
“Can I ask you something?” Jeff said after a moment.
“Anything.”
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
“Yeah, almost as much as I love you,” I told him.
“I love you more than anything in the world, Bailey. I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not going to question it.”
“Good, because I love you more than anything in the world too. You know, ‘I love you too’ never sounds as real as ‘I love you,’” I told him.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s like, around Christmas, someone gives you a really great present, but all you got them was a pair of socks.”
He laughed then.
“You’re my favorite pair of socks,” he said and smiled.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Hey, I have another question for you,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“Will you marry me?” he said.
I laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you, Jeff. You know that.”
“No, Bailey, I mean it,” he said and pulled a small black velvet box out of his pocket.
I gasped.
“Bailey,” he said as he opened the box. “Will you wear this ring? Will you be my wife?”
Tears started to well up in my eyes. I blinked them away.
“Oh Jeff,” I said. “It’s beautiful, and yes, yes, yes! Of course I’ll be your wife,” I exclaimed.
He took the ring out of the box and slipped it on my finger.
“Fits perfectly,” he said.
I held my hand out in admiration.
The band was gold. There was a single diamond in the center and two smaller diamonds on either side. It sparkled in the moonlight, much the same way the stars did.
I kissed Jeff ever so gently on the lips.
He kissed me back, only with more pressure.
Our kisses continued. They became deeper, longer, and more passionate.
He began undressing me. He did it in such a way that I felt like my clothes were simply melting off of my body. In each place that clothing had covered, he kissed me. And when I was ready for him, really, truly ready, he just held me close.
“Is this what you want, Bailey?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly.
He began kissing my neck, touching my warmth, caressing me. Then we became one. We melted into one another. We moved with the rhythm of the waves crashing on the shore. Each movement brought me closer and closer until finally I could last no longer. I felt the warmth of his release at the same moment that I let go.
For a while after that we just clung to each other. We whispered plans for our new life together; we told the sand, the stars, the moon, the ocean.

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Kelly MacIntyre © 2009 All Rights Reserved

A Test

14 Sep

I’ve decided to post my sexually explicit novel excerpt. Mainly to test my theory that my blog hits sky-rocket whenever I write about sex and/or anything pertaining to it (such as the anatomically active parts during sexual encounters)

Is it selfish? Yeah, it is. Do I care? Nope, I sure don’t.

I’ll let you know how it turns out. (And I’d love any feedback on the excerpt, which I will be posting momentarily.)

Sex Sells

2 Sep

I know I’ve posted something like this before. I feel like I need to do it again.

My previous post, Boobs, Blood, and Bad Acting, has gotten a LOT of attention, and not because it’s about The Final Destination. Oh no indeed. It is because I tagged “boobs” when I posted it. My dashboard tells me how people were directed to which particular post. Many searched “boobs” on wordpress. Interesting.

We’re a world full of perverts. Women, look in a mirror. Men, look at your women. And if you’re a man and you don’t like women… then boobs should be the last thing on your mind!

People, people, people. Are we in 5th grade? I’m tagging both “boobs” and “sex” in this post. I’ll be interested to see how many more hits I’ll get.

Want to increase the traffic to your sight dramatically? Talk about sex! It works!

Seriously, it works.

UK edition of Cosmo

14 Jul

As I stated in a previous post, I ended up with the UK edition of Cosmo rather than my typical US version.

I was spending a quiet evening at Borders (the book store), and planned on buying the latest issue of Cosmo, since I had yet to do so. I was also planning on reading it on the train on my way to NYC.

I began to scour the magazine rack when the name “Cosmopolitan” immediately jumped out at me as it so often does. Something new, this time, peaked shyly around the corner of the bold pink letters: “UK Edition.” I picked it up thinking, “cool, this will be a great addition to the normal version.”

I noticed that the size of the magazine was slightly larger than what I am used to, but other than that, it appeared to be a typical Cosmo. “1000 True Sex Confessions” sprawled out on the cover, a beautiful picture of Jennifer Aniston, over all, a typical Cosmo experience.

Pleased with this new magazine, I began looking for the US version. After several passes, I realized that they simply did not have it. I was disappointed, but bought the UK version anyway. Total cost: 3.40 euros (sorry, I don’t know how to make that symbol on my Mac)… Total American cost: about $6.50. Maybe that says something about the worth of the dollar these days, but I’m not going there in this post.

I dove into the magazine on the train, and while it wasn’t a disappointment, I did decide that I much prefer the version that I am used to. It lacked one of my favorite sections: Confessions, and Guy Confessions. There were some very interesting articles, but the fact that it was the UK edition was very evident.

They used words such as “bloke” and “mum,” and even spelled words differently, such as “realise” (even now, my computer is telling me that “realize” is spelled wrong).

The verdict: I love Cosmo, regardless of the edition, but I’m partial to what I know best, and that is the US version.

In another post, I will further reiterate my point when I discuss seeing “The Little Mermaid” on Broadway.. so look out for that.

(Oh and P.S. I was able to buy the US version of Cosmo at the train station, but they too, had the UK version on the racks. I think there was a mix up somewhere down the line as far as shipments go, because I have never seen that happen before.)

Life as a Bitch

30 May

Beginning of a short story….not sure if it’s worth continuing.  Feedback please : ]

Life as a Bitch

Carole never had any siblings. She never had anyone competing with her for her parents’ attention. Her bedroom was full of the best toys money could buy, and still she was never satisfied. Her father was the heir to an oil fortune, so she got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted.
Carole was officious. She had plenty of playmates as a child, but never any real friends. The girls she played with only liked her for her toys.
As she grew older, she found no one with whom she could share her secrets. She knew the other girls only pretended to like her and whispered mean things about her behind her back. She began to grow bitter.
When Carole reached adulthood she had no real friendships. Her father arranged several male callers but none of them ever took a real interest in Carole; they only cared about the fortune she would one day inherit.
Being spoiled in her childhood turned Carole into a bitch. She disliked anyone who did not agree with her opinions. She couldn’t keep a job for more than a few months because she couldn’t follow directions. She found that if it wasn’t her way, it wasn’t right.
She never moved out of her parents’ house but was rarely there. She went out each night to a different bar and got drunk. On a good night someone would call a cab to take her to the nearest hotel to sleep it off. Most nights, however, one desperate man or another who “really felt connected to her” would pick her up. He would take her to his apartment (never a house), and they would have sex.
She rarely remembered the events due to her level of intoxication. Twice she had contracted gonorrhea, and even became pregnant once. She decided to keep the baby but miscarried during the second month.
Losing her unborn child only served to make her more bitter. She stopped trying to find a job and stayed in bed for most of the day. Her parents tried expressing their concerns but she lashed out at them.
“Honey, we’re really worried about you. You’ve been staying in bed all day and staying out all night. You haven’t had a job for months. Is everything okay?”
“Why don’t you just mind your own damn business” she bit back.
Finally, after three months of sulking, she decided it was time for a change. She bought a plane ticket to Las Vegas and announced to her parents that she would be going away for a few weeks.
“Where are you going, honey?” they asked.
“Away. It doesn’t matter where I am. I just need to get out of this damn place. I need to sort some things out. I don’t know exactly when I’ll be back, so don’t ask.” She responded.
“What if we need to get a hold of you?” they asked.
“You won’t.”
She left the following morning with only a wallet full of debit and credit cards. She figured she would buy whatever she needed when she got there.
The flight was long and she spent the majority of it arguing with the stewardess and man in the seat next to her.
“This man smells putrid, move him immediately” she ordered the stewardess.
“You little bitch. Who do you think you are?” the man responded.
“I think I’m a high paying customer who doesn’t wish to smell B.O. and fish for six hours.”
“I’m sorry miss, but there are no other seats available. You’ll just have to make due. Is there anything I can get you to make you more comfortable?” the stewardess asked.

Lust

15 Dec

Lust

Eyes sparkling across the room
The aroma of her perfume
A yearning to hold, caress
Lust in the form of a little black dress
Taunting me with splendor
Coaxing me to be the next contender
To try my luck with her tonight
To roll up my sleeves and dive into the fight
I walk over to the temptress
The lustful beauty in the little black dress
Throw out some lines to make her tick
Hoping that will do the trick
A raging fire inside me burning
Hard to deny this powerful yearning
I needed this woman, needed her now
Needed to have her, I didn’t care how
I took her hand and led her upstairs
The feeling inside, nothing compares
To the need that I had for that woman that night
Naked in bed she clung to me tight
Cascades of her hair framed her face
What we were about to do we could never erase
We merged together in a fiery passion
She moved in such a fashion
That never before had I felt so fulfilled
Every want from before, that night was killed
I am guilty and now I must confess
I fell in love with lust, a little black dress

Reviving Ophelia – analysis

11 Dec

Book Review

“Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls”

I highly recommend this book to all girls,  parents of an adolescent girl, and any one who wants to learn more/gain insight  about what adolescent girls go through.

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Sociological Perspectives Found in “Reviving Ophelia”

In the book “Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls” by Mary Pipher, Ph.D., many sociological perspectives are mentioned. Each perspective helps explain why adolescent girls have become such troubled individuals. Pipher, through her book, explores personal stories from a variety of adolescent girls, each with a different background and family life. As a therapist, she sheds light on the reasons why many young girls act out, do drugs, have sex, and inflict personal harm, along with many other concerns that land them in therapy.
Even though this book was written in the early 1990′s, many of the issues it addresses are still overwhelmingly common today. There are still suicide attempts, alcohol is still used as a way to escape, sex, especially under the influence of alcohol, is still being had by girls barely in their teens. Young girls are still experimenting with drugs as a way to find their place. Females are still stereotyped as being less important than males and hold lower positions in the corporate world. The battle of sexism is still being fought.
While there are many different sociological perspectives mentioned in the book, some are more prominent than others. The first of these is sexism, more specifically, the Global Stratification and Status of Females. In such a technologically advanced world, one might think that the issue of sexism would be far less common than it was throughout history, but that is not the case. Many young girls are losing faith in themselves as a result of what they are seeing in the world around them. Girls are seeing men holding higher positions than women and feeling a sense of inferiority. Pipher addresses this periodically though the book. “By junior high girls sense their lack of power…[t]hey see mostly men are congressmen, principals, bankers, and corporate executives. They notice that famous writers, musicians and artists are mostly men” (41).
To many young girls, it is not only the political aspect of male preference, it is the personal problems girls face in their everyday lives. “Girls complain that they do more chores than their brothers. Or that they make less money baby-sitting than their brothers do mowing lawns. Or that parents praise brothers’ accomplishments more than theirs” (41-42). The combination of the political and personal aspects of sexism in these girls lives leads them to feel insignificant in a male dominated world.
Sometimes the sexist messages sent to these girls are not very obvious until they are pointed out. Pipher recalls “…one client brought in a magazine from my own waiting room. It was an alumni magazine… there were forty-five photographs, forty-four of which pictures males” (43). Parents can unconsciously magnify their young daughters feeling of linferiority by having something as simple as that magazine in their home.
Of course, there are other sociological perspectives mentioned in the book that also have an enormous influence on these young girls lives. Many girls use reference groups in order to evaluate their behavior and, based on their observations, change it accordingly. The problem with this is they often evaluate themselves against their fellow classmates, who are also struggling to find their true identity as well. When girls are young, they often feel that popularity is the only issue in their lives that matter. They start focusing less on things that used to be important to them, and more on being like the popular kids, because that is what they observe. One of Pipher’s patients was a fourteen-year-old girl named Rosemary. Rosemary used to be “interested in everything and everybody”. But once she got to high school “she stopped making good grades because she felt grades didn’t matter. Popularity was all the counted. She obsessed about her weight and her looks” (97).  “She did things she didn’t agree with to fit into the popular crowd” (98).
When these girls use reference groups at such a young age, they hide who they truly are with a hard outer shell of what they believe they should be in order to be considered cool. They do this by not only changing their behavior and attitudes, they also try to change their appearances. Some change their hair, or their clothing, while others try to attain the perfect body. Rosemary said “[s]he felt she needed to lose ten pounds…she had tried dieting” (98).
Other girls do just the opposite. They too use reference groups, but instead of changing themselves to fit in with the popular crowd, they change themselves to stand out. The problem with this is they are still changing their true selves, and often they are still changing to fit in with some group, even if it isn’t the popular one. One of Pipher’s patients “was dressed in a way that signaled ‘I am different’ with her head half shaved and half purple punk” (161). While these girls have made some progress by understanding they do not want to be part of the in crowd, they still end up changing their true selves to stand out.
The changing of themselves can sometimes be attributed to Cooley’s Looking Glass Self. He said that our sense of self develops from interaction with others. We imagine how we appear to others, interpret others reactions, and based upon this, we form a self-concept. This self-concept can be positive or negative. Often times the girls develop a negative self-concept and thus feel a need to change who they are to gain approval. Pipher says, “girls are socialized to let others do the defining” (257). By judging themselves solely on interactions with others, girls give up the ability to be who they truly are.
One sociological perspective that is mentioned but is not incredibly prominent in this book is genocide. Some girls who are savvier with the events going on in the world react to things such as genocide with the emotion of a young child. This often leads them to depression or cynicism about the world. Pipher had a patient who said she “felt that [she didn't want to be part of a species that produced Nazis] when she read that Stalin killer even more people than Hitler….She said the ‘Holocaust wasn’t an isolated event. It happens all over” (163).
These girls are mature enough to know about genocide and be disgusted by it, but are not emotionally mature enough to respond to the problem in an adult way. Instead, they channel all that negativity onto themselves and lose their faith in the rest of the world. With this lost faith comes the “I don’t care attitude” that leads girls to take drugs or use alcohol at a very young age.
In groups and out groups also play a huge role in this book and in the lives of young girls. Often, young girls feel an incredible urge to be a part of the in group because they want to feel a sense of loyalty to a group  and have people with whom to bond. With in groups, however, comes tension and often peer pressure. Rosemary “hated the pressure”. She “felt close to her friends, but she admitted that friendships were difficult. She worried about betrayal and rejections” (98). Many girls want to be a part of the in-group so they are not targeted for being in the out-group. Being in the out-group means being an outsider who is often seen only as having flaws. They become victims of hate and prejudice as created by the in-group.
Deviance plays a part in this book in a big way. Much of the behavior that lands these young girls in Dr. Pipher’s office is viewed as deviant by the parents of the young girls. Since it is the reaction to the act that makes it deviant, the girls themselves may not, and often don’t, view it as being deviant. Instead, they view it as simply fitting in. Parents view drinking alcohol, having sex, and partying as being deviant while to the girls, it is the norm.
These young girls also use labeling as a way to show that some fit in and some don’t. “People are assigned to groups such as geeks, preps and jocks. One girl’s categories included ‘deeper than thou’, a derogatory term for the sophisticated artists in her school. Another divided the world into Christian and non-Christian, and another into alternative, non-alternative, and wannabe alternative” (59). By ascribing labels to people, the girls often feel better about themselves. By having a label ascribed to them, they feel incredibly low and unworthy.
Piaget, in his theory for the development of reasoning, said that the ability to think abstractly begins roughly at age twelve. Many of the girls in this book are no more than two years older than this, and their ability to think abstractly has not fully developed. In fact, it has often been hindered by mainstream media, which dictates the way things should be to young and impressionable girls. “Most early adolescents are unable to think abstractly. The brightest are just moving into formal operation thought or the ability to think abstractly and flexibly. The immaturity of their thinking makes it difficult to reason with them” (59). “The concreteness of girls’ thinking can be seen in their need to categorize others” (59).
It is clear that many of these sociological perspectives blend into one another and together help explain the behavior of these young girls. They see sexism and begin to lose faith in themselves, which is often the point at which they lose their own identity and try to replace is with another. It is here that they try to become one with the in-group for fear of being humiliated daily. They feel the need to put people in certain categories to feel better about themselves. When they are feeling low they often turn to drugs and alcohol as an escape. If they aren’t using drugs and alcohol as an escape, they’re using it to fit in. This behavior often leads to sexual promiscuity since inhibitions are temporarily down.
The combination of these factors is seen as deviant behavior by the parents of these adolescents. They feel that their children are really crying out for help or attention. Since they don’t know what else to do, they send them to therapy for professional help. Mary Pipher, being a therapist, got a first hand look into the lives of these adolescents and through her book, is helping others remember what it was like to be young. She is helping parents to understand that these girls are victims of society and the pressures it puts on children, especially girls. She is helping these girls save themselves before it’s too late.

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