IS YOU IS
OR IS YOU AIN’T
MY BAE BEH
There’s a very dignified shaming of creepers over ther web which I totally get, and I understand that creative people want recognition for their jokes or art or whatever it is they’re producing and making publicly available, not their looks. And yeah, there’s no way I can even fathom the amount of dick pics and digital sexual harassment women must go through on a daily basis. It sucks, I know, and I am sincerely sorry for anyone who has to go through that.
I used to think myself different from that kind of internet creeping- justifying it with “Hey, I’m just looking. Not invading anyones personal space or making any effort to actually bone them. Nobody is being made uncomfortable. Nobody is being cat called. It’s different.”
But lately I’m starting to wonder if it’s any different at all. Creeping is still creeping, even if you think nobody can see you. I’m still just gawking when someone is trying to show their talents and ideas, still disregarding their hard work and the feelings their trying to share. Idk.
In the end I guess I feel guilty about it, but at the same time I really don’t. It’s not my fault you so gaw-juss.
I love when a song drifts from the spotlight. When it crops up on your ipod years after anyone even vaguely remembers it, and you can zone to a moment it throws you back to without some daft cunt suddenly yelling about how much he/she loves this song. It becomes forgotten, kinda, and in that it becomes yours.
And it doesn’t matter what the song is really. Just what it means to you.
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