GAAARGHHHHH I feel so frustrazed right now I want this assignment to be finished! Arrrghhhhh
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
No one understands how much I am fucking fangirling and pissing myself at the same time.
Francisco (my love) and Kivanc (my love) are both in a commercial for Turkish label Mavi jeans. It’s in Turkish (I’m Turkish btw), but it makes no fucking sense, and it’s so much more funnier because they have a voiceover for Chico because he obvi can’t speak Turkish, but basically all they’re saying is that Sara’s bag is amazing, and so is she, and then they say “bless you” (literally) because she sneezes, but they think she’s Turkish, but they then find out she’s not and they laugh. Yep, legit doesn’t make sense.
But the reason I’m mainly fangirling is because they’re in a commercial together, and if anyone doesn’t know but Kivanc is actually a family friend from Turkey who is also of Kosovar-Albanian and Turkish ancestry (like myself), and my aunty in Turkey has a photo of him holding me when I was like a year old when I first visited Turkey, but Kivanc is ALSO a massively popular Turkish actor and model. AND FRANCISCO IS BASICALLY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.
But yeah, that’s basically my life story. Not that anyone cared…
AND CAN WE JUST ADD that Mavi jeans are the best and their quality is pretty awesome and I had these black jeans from them and they lasted years until I outgrew them yup yup
Today I was stopped in the hallway on my way to class by one of the security guards. She wouldn’t let me go to class and forced me to walk across the school to the main office to have my mom, who by the way was on her way to work, bring me “real pants” because the way I dressed was “sexually provocative.” Because of this I was ten minutes late to class, and after five minutes of actually being in class I was taken back out to be talked to again by the security guard and given my “real pants.”
These shorts are mid-thigh, and I am wearing opaque black tights. Other than my hands and my face, I had no skin showing whatsoever. So tell me, how is this being “sexually provocative?” (reminder: this is a typical american public high school, not a private or religious-oriented school)
The security guard ridiculed me, saying that what I was wearing was inappropriate. I told her that everyday, other girls walk around in skin-tight yoga pants, some even with their thongs clearly showing, and shirts that are see-through. “This is not bad clothing.” I had told her. This security guard plays favorites with the girls on who she does call out and doesn’t call out. On game days, the cheerleaders decide to wear their skirts that barely cover their butts and she doesn’t cal them out at all. She also openly said to my mom “I don’t look at what the boys are wearing, only the girls.”
When my mom came in to bring me the pants, she had a long talk with the security guard. She told my mom that I should know that there is a dress code, and that I should follow it. My mom told her “Maybe there shouldn’t be a dress code if it isn’t monitored consistently. This is double-standards.”
My mom also told her “The only distraction from class that is going on is you are pulling my daughter out of class and keeping her from learning.”
I had to walk up to this security guard to get my long pants, since she was talking to my mom, and my mom said to me sarcastically: “It appears that you are being sexually provocative, darling.”
“Oh yes mama, all the boys are just popping boners everywhere!” I pretended to swoon. We both left, my mom calling back to the security guard: “I didn’t need this today, you know. I need to get to work and I haven’t even showered yet. Good Job.”
The whole ordeal was ridiculous. Girls shouldn’t be ridiculed for wearing shorts. Even so, I was wearing thick tights that you couldn’t see through–much better than just wearing yoga pants. There is no way that what I was wearing could even be considered “sexually provocative.” Plus, anything the boys wear is completely fine in the eyes of the security guard, it’s only what the girls are wearing that are “inappropriate.” Even yoga pants where you can see the thong through it don’t “disrupt class” because nobody cares enough about what a student wears and does not wear, only the security guards.
tl;dr, dress codes are counterproductive and the enforcers cause more disruption for a student’s learning than shorts do.
♬ my sweater tights and mid thigh shorts bring all the boys to the yard ♪
Reminds me of the time this girl in my class who was wearing shorts that went almost to her knees asked to use the restroom, took forever, and came back wearing different pants. She said she got stopped in the hall because her shorts were inappropriate so she changed into her sweatpants for PE. Even our teacher was like “What?” I guess her knees were just really provocative.
A similar thing happened to me today with my shoulders showing, okay apparently there’s a rule in our handbook that statements a 3 finger length top is appropriate but today i wore a dress which my father picked out for me at the store, do you really think my dad would pick a dress for me to wear that would show a lot of skin showing, NO. But i was told in 2nd hour that i needed to cover up my shoulders, are you kidding me. So i am around guys a lot during the day (i go to public school) and i asked all of them if they thought my shoulders were to sexual for them, they all said no, they also didn’t like or see the point why i needed to cover them up. I am getting really tried of this over sexually over women’s bodies, it’s not all of us that get targeted but its unfair and i don’t be it’s right at all and needs to stop.
ok wtf is with that security guard though
This girl in my class had to wear a robe my teacher brought in so she wouldn’t have to see girls in “shorts that are short”
SHORTS. THAT. ARE. SHORT.
I love how students are either finishing or proofreading their assignments the night before and I just started. Great work, Sev. Leave your 2000 research essay last minute.