Lets put this to bed without crawling in your bed

My goodness.
So much frustration.
I can only blame myself for the fact I didnt get around to this earlier.

Since I switched from naturopathy to ....... educating woman (we'll get into that) I have needed to see an adviser to not only inform me of what classes to take, but also point me in the direction of a specific major.

I went to Red Mountain campus hoping the lines would be shorter after hearing horror stories of Dobson campus in which people have been waiting 5 hours to see an adviser.

I walked to the counter where the receptionist sat and informed her I needed to see an adviser.
She took my student information down and then asked me "What is your major?"

I laughed, and murmured "uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
and then said "Can you just type in u-h-h-h-h?"

She looked at me plainly, not in the least amused and said..."So General Studies."


"Perfect." I replied, knowing it really didnt matter.

The whole reason I was there was to be TOLD which MAJOR my aspirations would cleanly fit into.



When I met my adviser, well- after she had finished clearly disapproving of the length of my shorts, I told her
"I want to go into sex education for high school girls, but not just the anatomical point of view, more the emotional and mental effects. I want to do preventative education by way of building confidence and communication skills in teenage girls.I'd also like to participate in rehabilitation for sexually abused teens, but I dont really want to go into the psychology aspect, I'd like to avoid becoming a counselor"

She looked at me blankly and said..."I dont even know what that falls under"




She then informed me I have an $80 hold on my account.


Awesome.....so about my future.....



"You could go into counseling" she said flatly.


No, see Im trying to help them before they get completely messed up...


She then walked me to Debbie's desk. Debbie was much friendlier.

I told Debbie the same shpeal but cracked a few more jokes about periods, which were moderately well received.


She said I could become a high school counselor or a nurse.


yeah....noooooooooo


I was starting to get really frustrated, because I don't want to take classes that aren't going to funnel me into what I want to do specifically.


She kept saying, "So you want to do health education."

No. Sex education.
SEX.
You can say it,its not a bad word....
Has anyone ever told you what it is?

I was getting so angry. Why was this so hard. There genuinely is not a SEX EDUCATION program anywhere. Nothing that was plainly close to it.
NO WONDER ALL OF YOUR KIDS ARE GETTING STDS AND UNPLANNED PREGNANCIES.
Im sure if Debbie and I worked harder we could have found something.
She pulled up lots of degrees which would educate people on changing there eating habits or education on cancer...



She was so nice, but...so far off.

Thats when I started to realize, what I really want to do doesn't exist.

A safe informative place for teenage girls.
And Planned Parenthood doesnt count.


I took her print out on ASU's program for Health Promotion, which seemed to fit the best (even tho it seems to lean towards nutrition *eye roll*)



I was so frustrated. Like fighting back tears frustrated. This is what I want to do, why cant it be easy.


Thats when I realized how much this really meant to me.

I dont want to do something in the neighborhood of what I actually want to do.
I want to do EXACTLY what I aspire to do, even if it means I have to create it myself.
Even if I have to start my own organization similar to Big Brother Big Sister that deals only with sex education for both parents and teens and schools.

I want to educate parents on how repressing sexuality in their off spring can lead to some serious obstacles later in life.
I want to teach parents how to talk to their kids about sex at a young age and handle it when their kids grow up and dont listen to them.
I want to arm teenage girls with the confidence,communication skills and education it takes to get out of high school alive.
I want to completely free the constraints media has put on woman that they themselves believe.


Even if I have to build it from the ground up and work really hard.
I want to change the entire connotation of  "Sexual Education"
I want Sex to no longer be a bad word.





Im gonna dig a little deeper and talk with some non-profits and sex educators just to see what programs are already out there and how I can get involved.


So. I thought today would clear things up, but it apparently did the opposite.






Classes start in about two weeks...wonder what Im gonna take?

Momma always said get a rich boyfriend, you don't gotta love him girl you can pretend

The more I become interested in woman's oppression in the States, the more I wonder how much I enable it myself.

I made the joke the other day that I'm a feminist until it comes to carrying something heavy or paying for my own meals.

Today I tried looking up where a man paying on a date originated from. Of course I assumed it somehow relates back to an exchange of services. And while I never found a phenomenal article on that particular subject, I did find this one.

I agree with the the 5 to keep.

I can stick up for myself, I can support myself, but a boy better open a door for me.

The 5 to ditch, I have mixed feelings on.

I will say when it comes to a man paying on dates, I never let a man pay in full on a date unless I am or intend to be exclusive with him.

I'll let him pay for dinner, but I'll buy dessert.

And once I am in a relationship, believe me when I say, its 50/50 

Furthermore, If I asked the guy on the date, you better know Im gonna pay.

As far as a man asking my father for permission.

 My feminist brain protests wildly against it as it was originally done as ,essentially, a purchase or exchange.

But my Disney princess brain thinks that's how its supposed to go.

And I'll tell you why.

Because the my father was the one who took care of me all these years, and now , my fantastic hardworking and wealthy boyfriend is asking my father if he trusts him to become the one to take care of me.

Good thing I was so lucky to have so many men to take care of me. I never could have done that on my own.

I can still see its appeal, aside from blatant tradition. Its making sure the father approves of the guy. I get it, I get it.

Speaking of my extremely wealthy boyfriend.

I preach about how woman are objectified, but, we do the same thing to men.

The other day a family member was trying to sell me on dating this guy.

He told me "He's funny, he's religious, hes a great guy, and he makes good money"

And I'll admit my ears perked up.

I cant tell you how many times I have never given a guy a chance because of his career aspirations.Or his height.Mostly just his height, cuz lets be real, I've dated a lot of actors. A lot of tall actors.

(you fish where you swim) 

So why does a guy pay on a date, even when he knows he aint getting any afterwards? Because he can. Look at all the things this man will pay for. 

I'll take my share of the blame in completely buying into that. But there is also a portion of the blame that can be attributed to a young girl being led to believe that is what she should strive for.

A man with money. Because someone in the marriage has to be making it, and , honey, it aint gonna be the woman.

 Yes its because she will be less educated. Yes its because she has low career aspirations. 

Yes, its because she will be home with the kids.

Because that is what shes expected to do. That's what she has been modeled to do. 

Obviously, this is not true for all woman, and I'm certainly not saying a woman who stays home with the kids is a waste of student loans. 

 Let me clearly stress that I do not think a stay at home mother is any less intelligent, driven,or hardworking than a Female CEO who built her company from the ground up.

All Im trying to say is:

why do you pay for the girl on a date?

why do you let the guy pay?

who taught your daughter she needed taking care of?

She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather

Sunday,while waiting for my  improv show to begin I was chatting with my little sister, I looked over and saw this hooligan laser pointing the stage.

This is a boy I have been inclined to dislike for no particular reason other than he makes ignorant jokes about woman, and attends the show with a girl who also makes ignorant jokes about woman.

I also just dislike her because all of the male troupe members think shes attractive.
(Every once and a while I think and act like a girl. I know, I hate it.)



So i go over to him and jokingly say "Im sorry, Im gonna have to confiscate that as we do not allow laser pointers during our shows"

He couldnt tell if I was joking or not, and niether could his friends and to be honest, niether could I.

He started being a little butt face and so I said " look, just make sure you dont use it durring the show"

He implied "What are you gonna do about it"



My two  6 foot something 200 pound something brothers were BOTH at the show, and my brother Andrew (the tough one) was right behind this boy. I said "Do we have a problem? Andrew, we might have a problem"

Still pretty much joking...

As I said this the entire bar got quiet, thinking we were genuinly fighting. We werent, but I did want this kid to shut up....

I expected Andrew to stand up, the boy would get scared, and everyone would laugh and it would be over.

But Andrew Just sits there smiling.
The brother who said he will knock out any boy for me just sits there and smiles and blinks.


I looked back at the punk kid and said "i want to hear you say 'No Manm, we dont have a problem"


He looks at me.
and says "i could call you by your name, and say "Yes Bitch, we do have a problem"


I instantly went from any shred of joking to full on serious

"Now we have a problem"


I do not stand for men calling me a bitch.
Even jokingly.
I have had boyfriends who say it as a complete joke and I have to stop them and tell them I wont tolerate it, even as a joke


If a girl calls me a bitch tho, I really dont care.


So this stranger calls me a bitch in a bar.

With my 2 giant brothers right behind him.


And what do you think happens.

Andrew looks around.
And Taylor walks past me like hes never met me before.


At this point we are both aware the entire bar is listening to us.
The boy stands up and says "Look, I dont know if you are trying to scare me, but Im a full grown man and Im not gonna let some woman tell me what to do"

I said "When you reach 5"8 , then we'll talk" and I walked away.



What I learned from that night is that I cant depend on my brothers to protect me.


But on the bright side, I know they wont inflict any harm on future boys I bring home.






All I know is Nathan would have handled it.

You've carried on so long you couldn't stop if you tried

Jeappersss guys.

Seriously guys. I have had no time to blog at all regardless of the fact I have tons to blog about. In the past 5 days I have been home for about 3 hours (sleeping excluded) (#lovemybed)


Wanna know why its raining here?

Because I have a job which consequently forces me to be inside while I hear all about the one day of the year its rained.


You're welcome.

I kinda love my job. Ya know....after one day.
For the most part the customers are wicked nice. Yesterday, durring my first day, every single cash register froze and everyone was super patient...
I had a few meanies. But I handled them like a chammmmpppp, whhhaaaaaatttttt

Also, I get to touch clothes all day. Which is my favorite.
Id be completely happy doing nothing but floor work. Just setting clothes back on the racks.
Its like shopping but instead its like torture.

Some of my customers has the most impressive dollar deals Ive ever seen.
GET. IT.



Oh, get this, I WORK THIS SATURDAY WHICH IS HALLLLFFFF OFFFFFF SATURDAY.


OHHHHH GET READDDDY



Last night I caught up with my old Friend Michal Paris.

She is currently attending SWIHA and so is her man, who was at her apartment. They were talking about massage therapy and I asked them to use my body.


Sweet baby, it was such a gorgeous experience.

I got what is called a 4-hand massage

If there was a drug that made me feel that way, Id do it.

AND.

The Momma and Pappas were playing on vinyl.


It was so euphoric.



It was perfect.
On all accounts.


And then we drank iced coffee from mason jars and put her bike in my car and drove to SWIHA.

We're so perfect together.


I gotta keep this one short because I have work in just a bit.


awwww yeiii.
I get to wear jeans.
Look out.
Aint no one gonna be rude to me with this booty.


My life is so good.