on pretentiousness
I know a lot of people will look at the link on my Facebook page leading to this blog, and this blog, like I'm some special snowflake teenager craving for attention. I certainly don't think of myself as "quirky" and "special" and "not like other girls" because those are harmful ways of thinking, but I can't confirm or deny the craving for attention bit. All I know is that my parents (especially my father) have been telling me for the past three weeks that I'm "good at communication" and writing apparently is one way of doing this. I know there aren't many who read my (sometimes pointless) Facebook rants about bicycles and gender equality and proper movie going etiquette, so I doubt many of you will be at all interested in what I have to say about anything really. But I'm going to try and write things here anyway, if only to look back at them in a year and laugh at myself and at how little I knew of my future and the worl...