I’m in the middle of doing homework (we’re working on “Shiloh” by Bobbie Ann Mason, in case you’re interested) but a few things have popped up into my consciousness since I got home that I just need to rant about.

1. Bush calling the 4,000 dead 4,000 foundations of peace. I mean, really all this man has to do is open his mouth and I go spiraling into a hysterical, hair-pulling fit.

2. Maxim’s unsexiest women list. I know that I’m about six months too late to the show but really? Really? We need to stoop to this level? Women don’t have enough self-image problems that we need to throw this in there? I shouldn’t be so surprised to see that men have, yet again, whittled down a woman’s worth to her sexual attractiveness but this just hurts. And what’s more, it hurts everyone. I struggle a lot, especially lately, with how I appear to others. It’s hard work learning to love yourself and I still can’t find ways to shut up that little voice who keeps telling me to just eat once a day. It’s there and it’s constant and this is a perfect segue into the next point.

3. People getting way too excited about scantily clad, barely-legal dancers. Yes, please. Let’s objectify women a bit more, shall we?

I hate you all.