WHAT a Tan-Line
More like "OH! What a nightmare."
Heaven alive you know those gross tan-lines you get when you decide to wear a T-shirt out into the scorching sun, because you're just not in the right place for any other kind of shirt, where it's too warm to wear a long sleeve and too indecent to wear a tank? And it's just scorching like crazy and the sun is out? And at first, you're looking at yourself thinking "Oh it's okay, it doesn't look like this will tan me out at all" and then you cool off, get home and start screaming?
Basically, the top of my shoulder now looks like the arctic, and the rest of my arm is this tan, icky, reddish tone because of how tan I got, unwillingly. I believe I'm also sporting a bit of sunburn on my neck. Thank heavens the ones on my legs aren't so bad- and I'm glad I decided against wearing a skirt. Imagine the nightmare if I had worn a black skirt, out today, and sat on the grass. It's very bimbotic in it's own special, unique way but I really detest these awkward, nonsensical tan-lines that splatter across my arms and legs like a kid who went over the area in a different colour.
So what in the world left me screaming about the tan-lines?
We were supposed to have a chalet, but the idea wasn't too hot (Mind the pun). We ended up deciding to have a picnic at Marina Barrage, wholly unprepared. As a class we are a bunch of thoroughly lazy people, to be very honest- we didn't so much as care about bringing cups for drinks, or a mat to sit on. Got to Marina Barrage, and basically had a picnic involving 60% chips, 20 sausages, 2 platters of small sushi and two mini pizzas- all of us basically sat on the grass derping, enjoying the wind, flying the kite (which eventually got eaten by the barrage- you can imagine what happened to it.) and kicking the ball about, basically doing nonsense in General. It wasn't like AMAZING but it was fun :) And I felt that I got to know my class a bit better.
Headed to MBS because the heat was really getting unbearable and we are all suckers for conditioning, following the notion that yes- we wanted to go see the Chanel Exhibit at the Art Science museum! :D And it sounded like fun so we all went and boy- it was. It was just the most interesting group of people to be going into just a picture gallery and marvelling at every sharp and crisp image on the walls. It was surreal. And it was beautiful. it's funny how my class has it's quiet moments as well, and how we actually sat enthralled by a video of paint bouncing around on a speaker. It was just amazing. And I had tons, and tons of fun.
Here comes the heavy part of my thought processes for the day- (You may want to read this)
I was talking to a male classmate about the guy friends I have, and he knows them very well because they're all from the same school- owing to the fact that I was in a girl school for the last 10 years, honestly the better majority (or should I say all?) my male friends are from church. He remarked that all of them were "gay".
Of course I want to pretend he means jovial but while mulling over the comment in the shower I felt a whole bunch of emotions that didn't seem to quite add up. First I was offended for the guys he had insulted, but the emotion didn't seem to catch quite right with my thoughts. Then I chided myself for not giving a witty, defensive reply- but what good would that do? The comment had long passed and joined the other senseless talk that drifted in the air. Then it really hit me, and this made sense.
What makes a man manly? What depth and scope and breadth of a thing, must a man do, to be considered manly? What makes him not "gay"? What makes the accuser any less "gay" than the ones who he has condemned? Is it counted by muscle mass, by jaw line, by haircut, by offensive remark? Is it by charm, or by hobby? By smell perhaps? Of course we don't mean by sexual orientation- but what makes "Gay" a descriptor? What's the hidden benchmark?
Ignoring qualities such as body language (the limp wrist) or the voice (High isn't a bad thing, okay.), what could a man truly be defined by? What gives him the manly quality? I personally don't believe it's a matter of emotion or outlook, but I'll leave you to your own thoughts- of course you could always drop me a thought if you think it's worth discussion.
For now, off to relieve my aching neck and my slowly closing eyes.
xoxo
Heaven alive you know those gross tan-lines you get when you decide to wear a T-shirt out into the scorching sun, because you're just not in the right place for any other kind of shirt, where it's too warm to wear a long sleeve and too indecent to wear a tank? And it's just scorching like crazy and the sun is out? And at first, you're looking at yourself thinking "Oh it's okay, it doesn't look like this will tan me out at all" and then you cool off, get home and start screaming?
Basically, the top of my shoulder now looks like the arctic, and the rest of my arm is this tan, icky, reddish tone because of how tan I got, unwillingly. I believe I'm also sporting a bit of sunburn on my neck. Thank heavens the ones on my legs aren't so bad- and I'm glad I decided against wearing a skirt. Imagine the nightmare if I had worn a black skirt, out today, and sat on the grass. It's very bimbotic in it's own special, unique way but I really detest these awkward, nonsensical tan-lines that splatter across my arms and legs like a kid who went over the area in a different colour.
So what in the world left me screaming about the tan-lines?
We were supposed to have a chalet, but the idea wasn't too hot (Mind the pun). We ended up deciding to have a picnic at Marina Barrage, wholly unprepared. As a class we are a bunch of thoroughly lazy people, to be very honest- we didn't so much as care about bringing cups for drinks, or a mat to sit on. Got to Marina Barrage, and basically had a picnic involving 60% chips, 20 sausages, 2 platters of small sushi and two mini pizzas- all of us basically sat on the grass derping, enjoying the wind, flying the kite (which eventually got eaten by the barrage- you can imagine what happened to it.) and kicking the ball about, basically doing nonsense in General. It wasn't like AMAZING but it was fun :) And I felt that I got to know my class a bit better.
Headed to MBS because the heat was really getting unbearable and we are all suckers for conditioning, following the notion that yes- we wanted to go see the Chanel Exhibit at the Art Science museum! :D And it sounded like fun so we all went and boy- it was. It was just the most interesting group of people to be going into just a picture gallery and marvelling at every sharp and crisp image on the walls. It was surreal. And it was beautiful. it's funny how my class has it's quiet moments as well, and how we actually sat enthralled by a video of paint bouncing around on a speaker. It was just amazing. And I had tons, and tons of fun.
Here comes the heavy part of my thought processes for the day- (You may want to read this)
I was talking to a male classmate about the guy friends I have, and he knows them very well because they're all from the same school- owing to the fact that I was in a girl school for the last 10 years, honestly the better majority (or should I say all?) my male friends are from church. He remarked that all of them were "gay".
Of course I want to pretend he means jovial but while mulling over the comment in the shower I felt a whole bunch of emotions that didn't seem to quite add up. First I was offended for the guys he had insulted, but the emotion didn't seem to catch quite right with my thoughts. Then I chided myself for not giving a witty, defensive reply- but what good would that do? The comment had long passed and joined the other senseless talk that drifted in the air. Then it really hit me, and this made sense.
What makes a man manly? What depth and scope and breadth of a thing, must a man do, to be considered manly? What makes him not "gay"? What makes the accuser any less "gay" than the ones who he has condemned? Is it counted by muscle mass, by jaw line, by haircut, by offensive remark? Is it by charm, or by hobby? By smell perhaps? Of course we don't mean by sexual orientation- but what makes "Gay" a descriptor? What's the hidden benchmark?
Ignoring qualities such as body language (the limp wrist) or the voice (High isn't a bad thing, okay.), what could a man truly be defined by? What gives him the manly quality? I personally don't believe it's a matter of emotion or outlook, but I'll leave you to your own thoughts- of course you could always drop me a thought if you think it's worth discussion.
For now, off to relieve my aching neck and my slowly closing eyes.
xoxo
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