It’s been a long time since I last blogged. I’ve been busy with school really, there’s just so many things that were needed to be done last January and February and maybe I’d be busy again for the upcoming weeks because final exams are dreadfully coming. So maybe, I’d be in hiatus again (awww). I don’t know let us see what shall happen in the next weeks. But whatever, I’m doing book reviews. Yes, reviews. With S.
Tbfh, I didn’t feel the Christmas vibes the way I did last year. Maybe because I didn’t do anything so Christmasy this year (except if watching movies all day and writing random stuff are considered christmasy already)) or maybe because what I expected from our Christmas eve didn’t quite go well. But albeit the absence of the Christmas vibes, I’m still all jolly for spending and having a dinner with my whole family. It’s been an awfully long time since we were able to sit in the dining table and eat together. Merry Christmas to all of us!!
“You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.”
You’ve heard of this girl before, her name is Summer or Alaska or something else that sounds cutesy and different because she’s always trying to define herself as not being like ‘other girls’. The girl who reads doesn’t shop, watch sports, play video games or anything else that she deems to be beneath her. She buys books instead of clothes because who needs to be dressed, she is obviously lying if she says she understands Ulysses and doesn’t find a strange man sitting down beside her in a coffeeshop and buying her a drink even though she doesn’t want one to be predatory behavior. It’s okay to lie to or fail her because she confuses real life with fiction, wanting conflict right before the climax and then a sugar-coated happy ending.
She isn’t a girl at all. She’s an idealized portrait of the already idealized trope of the manic pixie dream girl who only exists to serve as a love interest and teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life’s many mysteries. Women do not exist to complete you or give your life meaning. It is not our job to get you to see the world with ‘renewed eyes’ and we certainly do not live just for you to project your half-baked obsessive fantasies on us and then call us foul names when we don’t fulfill them because excuse us if they’re your visions and not ours.
And the Girl who Reads is one of the more toxic incarnations of the MPDG because it tells girls that if we like clothes, boys, being around our friends , taking pride in our appearances or anything else that doesn’t seem ‘deep or intellectual’ that we’re catty and jealous. We’re constantly trying to tell ourselves that we’re not like the other girls as if there’s something wrong with them. We all want to seem special and different and quirky so that we’ll eventually find someone whose personality quirks align with ours and create a lasting love affair. The girls who are not like us are called horrible names and treated like they’re worthless as if what they choose to do with their life is our decision. And as girls we cannot help tearing each other down; we see another girl on the street and think ‘oh she’s prettier, skinnier, smarter, more popular, more athletic’.
With the Girl who Reads we measure a person’s worth based on how many John Green books are on their shelves or if they enjoy Bukowski. You do not have to be widely read or able to wax poetic about your favourite author for hours on end to be intelligent or interesting. But it is not the Girl who Reads who looks down on the girls who don’t and labels them as stupid, catty, vain, promiscuous or boring, it is the people who created the idea of her, they believe that because she is so deep and mysterious that her special snowflake syndrome will prevent judgments from being passed at her. Everybody wants to be different, everybody wants to be special but let me tell you something. You are exactly like those other girls; you all are made of the same atoms that make up the solar system but do not think that because you have nebulae in your bones that you are better than anyone else.
I am sick and tired of people romanticizing this belief that if you don’t read that you’re not worth being loved. There are countless people I know who don’t like reading and who are still worth being loved the same amount as the people who do. Tumblr users say that they want to live like the Girl who Reads and be suffocated by the amount of literature they own because clearly book hoarding is the best way to go. Great for you if you want to find someone who likes the same things as you to be in a relationship with, you should want that. But if being a hollowed out shell of a manic pixie dream girl is your ideal life then you need to think more about what it means. I refuse to be a blank canvas on which you draw out all your delusions of what life and love should feel like according to you. I do not exist to counterbalance you.
Stop looking for the Girl who Reads because you won’t find her. There are girls who read but they are not singularly formed archetypes constructed for your approval. Stop looking for someone who fits your 27 point idealized criteria of a person and find someone who’s real. Nobody ends a date by saying ‘wow I think you’re great and all but you’ve never read A Farewell to Arms so it’s not going to work out between us’. That’s just ridiculous. Date someone who makes you laugh so hard that you snort soda out of your nose and even when your shirt is soaked with carbonated bubbles they will still find you and your laugh cute when nobody else does. Date someone who understands when you’re upset with them that you are not just waiting for the plot to advance because the hero always fails at one point or another. Do not fail her, do not lie to her, because she won’t think ‘oh boy this is some conflict before the resolution’ she’ll just think you’re a jerk. Which you are. Date someone who you can love as a human and not as a fairytale. A Girl who Reads may be able to give you a world full of adventure and imagination but you know who could do that even better? A person who actually loves you .
And pardon if I’m more than a little irked by the fact that we can’t even love each other as humans anymore, pardon if I am a ‘raging feminist harpy’, pardon if I don’t want to be the dramatic backdrop to your trials and tribulations, pardon if I would rather people to see me as a person and not a walking, talking library . But I am 50 shades of done with the elitist belief that reading makes you worth more as a person and why is that? Because I am a girl who reads, I am a girl who writes but most importantly I am a girl.
Words, when strung perfectly together, can make you feel like you’re transported to another world. They can make you feel like you’re riding in cloud 9. Or they can make you feel so empty, so hallow, so pathetic, so small.
Spent like this whole Saturday with him and I couldn’t be any happier with this day. The original plan was to read Eleanor and Park together today (we have this bucket list that we want to do together and reading a romantic novel (we could so relate to tfios so we kind of got the idea from there) was one in that list.) but we ended up just watching TV and talking about everything.
But I didn’t got bored or anything, in fact, just staying with him all day and talking are one of my favorite things to do with him. It’s just so natural, like you don’t have to try so hard. Like we could just talk about what’s currently happening in school or share stories from our pasts. We could laugh at jokes or how we can’t say pick up lines and then we would look at each other with sarcasm and then laugh. Or we could pig out together. I live for these moments. For these days. Where I could just be me with him and do whatever stuff our brain could muster for us to be entertained, without getting awkward with each other.
And man, I could spend every single day with this kind of set up with him and I won’t get tired. Not even a chance.
Good vibes all day hooraaah! Happy Saturday guys! :)
Finished Allegiant last night and I don’t know what to feel anymore, I mean this book really made feel all the feels. And it has less deaths than its prequels but god, the deaths here are a lot more painful than the sum of those deaths in the prequels. For me tho, since one of them are really really my favorite. And I don’t know what to feel about the ending, I am so depressed. But kudos to Veronica Roth! And to those who haven’t read the book and just have a plan to, Be brave!
you cant blame me if i choose to be with my friends, or go home late or train on weekends….. putangina naman kasi dito sa bahay walang nakaka-appreciate sakin, wala naman akong kwenta dito eh. i hate u all