Stockholm

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Dear everyone,

There are starving children in the world.

There are dying people in the world.

There is a genocide going on in Darfur.

The fact that you are taking a final tomorrow is not a life-altering crisis. Being busy is fine. Bursting into tears is fine. Doing a primal yell is fine.

But freaking out over the fact that your boyfriend's antsy because you're busy in finals? Jesus, people.

Bite me,
Jess
  • Current Location
    Clapp, 4th floor study carrels

So much to snark, so little time

I debated whether I should actually go ahead and snark this comment here, but I figured it was better than actually replying to it (again). So:

1. Apparently, if somebody is "upset" by something that somebody they don't know writes on an electronic bulletin board, that's the other person's problem for posting something that's SO MEAN AND NASTY and not their own problem for not being able to deal with conflict maturely.

2. Disagreeing with somebody on an electronic bulletin board is equivalent to "terrorism". Okay, then, I'll be sure to forward your comment to the Department of Homeland Security.

3. Electronic communication is both so important that it's reasonable for people to feel "upset" and "terrorized" by things like people explaining that a certain word isn't used at Wellesley, and so unimportant that anyone who bothers to use it must surely have better things they could be doing. (Unless, of course, they're using it to tell somebody else that they have better things they could be doing.)

4. Someone with an LJ that's almost solely about fashion, TV shows, and expensive things they want certainly ought to be lecturing others on how they should be using their time.
Stockholm
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Something I'm seriously contemplating posting to craigslist.

Dear girl sitting behind me on MIT bus:

I don't really care that you are taking five Wellesley classes and an MIT class and have an on-campus job for an academic department and annoy the poor in Mission Hill at every opportunity and have a Harvard boyfriend. However, for greater efficiency in your life, I suggest you start muff-diving with your roommate. Given the forty-five minute commute each way to get action, plus the horrible inefficiency of heterosexual intercourse with your typical male, I propose that you could have twice the orgasms in half the time and have that much more time to start annoying us to become conscientious, informed voters.

In the meantime, I'm seriously contemplating a hunting license and trying to figure out what the bag limit is for Wendys and IT'S NINE FUCKING A.M. so SHUT UP AND BE GRUMPY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.

Love and kisses,
Jessie