As you may know, a video was recently put up on Youtube titled "What Guys Look For In Girls". The video was made by Nash Grier, a 'Viner' who just recently became a part of the Youtube community, and featured Cameron Dallas, who is also a Viner who's new to Youtube, and O2L member JC Caylen. In the video, the boys talked about what they thought men looked for in women. Many, if not all of the qualities they listed were not only sexist, but just rude in general. Many of the comments they made were advising women to be something they may or may not have the ability to be or do, so they could attract men or have men attracted to them. Some of these included being able to cook for men, entertain men, and as you can imagine, their were several others that were a lot worse. The release and contents of this video enraged many feminists including Hank Green, brother of author and blogger, John Green. Hank made a comment under this video about how it was degrading and offensive to women. After Hank's comment spread throughout media, Nash was forced to take down the video, but not to his luck, it still lives on in the internet. Many other feminists made and posted videos responding to Nash's video soon after it was taken down. Some well-known youtubers who made response videos include Savannah Brown, Hannah Whitton, Ashley Mardell, as well as many other angry feminists. You can watch some of these videos below. Savannah's video: http://youtu.be/YSHnnPunShg (This video has been taken down due to copyright issues, but according to Savannah, it will soon be back up on youtube) Hannah's videos (warning: channel includes explicit content): http://youtu.be/jRpkW7IyT6U Ashley's and Hannah's video: http://youtu.be/B7GBAAKCppw
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I have made it till the end
Tried not to pretend I have walked up the stairs With wisdom and care But though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear I have everything I need Almost everything I want I see everything ahead And maybe everything beyond But though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear And when you stare at me My fear enhances even more And though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear life's my guilty pleasure
the world is an odd ballroom on which i never dance with happiness i do it mainly because i'm bored the only reason i don't end my mind is that i'm way too drunk on passion to find my conscience, self esteem my innocence at the door. When I look into a mirror
I sometimes ask myself Who am I? I am a daughter a sister and a friend but there is so much more inside of me so much more that no one sees I have memories stored in tiny files they go for inches, yards, even miles Going to Mexico when I was only ten playing with cousins who aren’t only family but friends Memories of smiles, parties, and great food to0 All of these memories in my head are glued I have a style that will never go to bed I have so many opinions crammed inside my head I admit I am a drama queen I say what I feel I believe in gods and goddesses egyptian, greek, and roman monsters, heroes, magic and me in my head there is no such thing as Fantasy I have traditions in my family My dad holds me up too put a star on my christmas tree my grandmother taking me out to tea baking corn souffle with my dad telling my mom about my day these are worth more than I can pay I have hopes and ambitions for everyone to see And ones that are deep deep inside of me I want to be a singer for everyone to hear I want to be an actress one with no fear i want to be a mother one that doesn’t nag or fret i want to be a teacher on that nobody can forget When I answer that question I always feel refreshed I know who i am and what makes me me but there is still so much more inside of me When I look in the mirror
I sometimes ask my reflection Who Am I? I am stronger than I look I am tougher than I feel I am braver than I sound There is so much more inside of me I have memories of…. inside my head Nuala being born Going to Disney World in 2010 Family dinner at night Camp NoMom, the fire light seeing the stars shining bright There is so much more inside of me I have talents and ambitions that nobody can see black belt in Taekwondo I do a lot of sports that are fun for me Like when I run track it’s don’t stop, just go Or soccer when I shoot the ball “Crack, Whoosh” I have a lot of talents I just don’t show I like to learn new things there is so much more inside of me I have family traditions now don’t you see Pizza night every Friday, or going out to eat Big breakfast on Sunday; Pancakes galore; and so much more I have defeats that turn into victories That people can’t see such as, being bullied for just being me passing every midterm getting every belt Yes, there’s much more inside of me I’ve been on vacations to far away lands To Disney World in 2010 a baby Puerto Rico A toddler Ireland This and much more is inside of me So who am I, exactly? I am more than the reflection I see I am stronger than I look I am tougher than I feel I am braver than I sound There’s so much more inside of me I am more than the reflection you see Siobhan Gallagher Egan
a candle,
floating, through the hallways. the flickering light, glows upon their faces, held captive, by frozen metal, cold, and alone, they sleep. the light moves on, casting shadows, telling stories upon the walls, at which they stare, as madness, seizes their minds. in dark, isolation. the flicker, moves, away. I often wonder, as the journey stretches far into the future, yet only slightly into the past, if I have journeyed at all, despite the distance between me and my starting point. I often look behind myself, over my shoulder but not quite, if only to judge the distance I have traveled. But the distance cannot be measured by the journey, and the journey cannot be measured by the travels. If you pick up your foot, and place into a different spot, does that mean you have moved, even if you do not appear to have done so? Likewise, if your surroundings differ from previous look-arounds, does that mean you have moved? The answer, I believe, is no, but I do not believe these things to be altogether very important. Why should it matter to the journey when I realize I have not moved? Why should it matter to the travels that my surroundings differ? Why should it matter to the distance that the travels and the journey do not wish to remain within the synchrony of the distance? It doesn’t. I often wonder it anyway, though.
When does it start?
Where? How? Do I want to grow up? Do I want to fulfill the responsibilities? Fear runs alongside the thought of loneliness. To be alone is the terrifying element to growing up. Who will remain by my side? Who will fall though my fingertips? Who will fade into the dark abyss? Who will leave me wondering? Who will I miss? Where will my state of mind rest? Where will I be comfortable? How do I do it? How do I grow up? |
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