Published August 28th, 2014
Now this is the first time that i've tried to explain a blog title, and let me tell you: it is not easy.
all of my other blog titles are puns, or self explanatory (shameless self-promotion coming up, proceed with caution)
theres
african american apparel
hi my name is kara
itskarasa.com
and k-sleazy
you can probably understand why all off these came to fruition, and if not, you don't really need to know, so don't worry about it.
Basically, it all started with an article. This article, is quite possibly, one of my favorites of all time. It's written by Molly Crabapple, who is a winner in and of herself with that name alone.
the article i'm referring to is this one: http://www.vice.com/read/we-must-risk-delight-after-a-summer-full-of-monsters
i'm not gonna link that so you'd better deal with copying and pasting
In the article, Molly explains that the world is a shithole in the most beautiful words imaginable. I'm all about it. I've never read an article that articulates all of the recent wrongdoings of mankind in such kind and poetic words. She, which is the case for many writers of VICE articles, is amazing. I literally fell in love. I wanted to pay this woman for letting me read her article, because if i have to pay for stephanie meyer's garbage writing, then i would damn sure be okay with paying for this. (Note: i don't care if you are a fan of twilight. I was too when i was 12. But looking back, the books were just straight up written poorly.
Now because of Molly's article, I felt inspired. I felt like I had to work to find joy in the world, to help Molly reach her goal of survival in this horribly unfair world. I posted the article on Facebook, and began to draft a strategy on how to make my life a lil better. I started reading all of the articles I found interesting on vice, and listening to the New Pornographers new album, to get me in the mood of improving my self worth.
after 15 minutes had past, i found myself switching between fourteen different tabs, struggling to find the content that i found so compelling just moments before. I decided to knuckle down and focus, and deleted the majority of the tabs, save for the articles i was reading, a page about a new app i was buying, and Facebook. I switched over to Facebook to figure out what was so important on the page that i had to keep it open, but i couldn't find it. delete.
2 minutes later, i open a new tab, and go to facebook.
I couldn't figure out why i was so insistent on having facebook open, and then it hit me.
the world.
that dumb fucking world that signifies notifications. That's the only thing keeping me grounded. As i scrolled through the various updates from the pages and friends that i had, i couldn't help but be disappointed with myself when i realized how little of a fuck i gave about all of them.
new photo! "Me and bae" 'like'
new status! "I think it's time for a new tattoo" 'like'
new link! "check out my long overdue ice bucket bikini challenge lol"
With every thing i scrolled past, my eyes strayed farther and farther away from the words, and towards the little world icon.
Sadly, there is nothing more exciting, and also more depressing, than getting a facebook notification. You can't deny the small flash of warmth you feel in your heart when someone likes your new profile picture or status. You also can't pretend like you don't get horribly annoyed when you think that the notification is from someone doing something nice for you, but it's instead a game request.
that's when i realized that i was horribly self absorbed. Because not only did I stopping looking at the home page of facebook, but instead i defaulted to my facebook profile. Every time I switched over, I got a glorious glimpse of my own face, and my own words.
And the reason I did this, was because I wanted people to acknowledge my status. I wanted someone to comment and say "you know she's right" so that I could comment back and be like "yeah, I felt so inspired, I'm gonna go write about it"
if that doesn't sound like the douchiest thing you've ever heard, then god bless your soul.
so the url pays homage to hopefully the lowest point in my life.
as for the title. That's a basic summary of everything i post on here. Who knows? Who cares.
bye
and k-sleazy
you can probably understand why all off these came to fruition, and if not, you don't really need to know, so don't worry about it.
Basically, it all started with an article. This article, is quite possibly, one of my favorites of all time. It's written by Molly Crabapple, who is a winner in and of herself with that name alone.
the article i'm referring to is this one: http://www.vice.com/read/we-must-risk-delight-after-a-summer-full-of-monsters
i'm not gonna link that so you'd better deal with copying and pasting
In the article, Molly explains that the world is a shithole in the most beautiful words imaginable. I'm all about it. I've never read an article that articulates all of the recent wrongdoings of mankind in such kind and poetic words. She, which is the case for many writers of VICE articles, is amazing. I literally fell in love. I wanted to pay this woman for letting me read her article, because if i have to pay for stephanie meyer's garbage writing, then i would damn sure be okay with paying for this. (Note: i don't care if you are a fan of twilight. I was too when i was 12. But looking back, the books were just straight up written poorly.
Now because of Molly's article, I felt inspired. I felt like I had to work to find joy in the world, to help Molly reach her goal of survival in this horribly unfair world. I posted the article on Facebook, and began to draft a strategy on how to make my life a lil better. I started reading all of the articles I found interesting on vice, and listening to the New Pornographers new album, to get me in the mood of improving my self worth.
after 15 minutes had past, i found myself switching between fourteen different tabs, struggling to find the content that i found so compelling just moments before. I decided to knuckle down and focus, and deleted the majority of the tabs, save for the articles i was reading, a page about a new app i was buying, and Facebook. I switched over to Facebook to figure out what was so important on the page that i had to keep it open, but i couldn't find it. delete.
2 minutes later, i open a new tab, and go to facebook.
I couldn't figure out why i was so insistent on having facebook open, and then it hit me.
the world.
that dumb fucking world that signifies notifications. That's the only thing keeping me grounded. As i scrolled through the various updates from the pages and friends that i had, i couldn't help but be disappointed with myself when i realized how little of a fuck i gave about all of them.
new photo! "Me and bae" 'like'
new status! "I think it's time for a new tattoo" 'like'
new link! "check out my long overdue ice bucket bikini challenge lol"
With every thing i scrolled past, my eyes strayed farther and farther away from the words, and towards the little world icon.
Sadly, there is nothing more exciting, and also more depressing, than getting a facebook notification. You can't deny the small flash of warmth you feel in your heart when someone likes your new profile picture or status. You also can't pretend like you don't get horribly annoyed when you think that the notification is from someone doing something nice for you, but it's instead a game request.
that's when i realized that i was horribly self absorbed. Because not only did I stopping looking at the home page of facebook, but instead i defaulted to my facebook profile. Every time I switched over, I got a glorious glimpse of my own face, and my own words.
And the reason I did this, was because I wanted people to acknowledge my status. I wanted someone to comment and say "you know she's right" so that I could comment back and be like "yeah, I felt so inspired, I'm gonna go write about it"
if that doesn't sound like the douchiest thing you've ever heard, then god bless your soul.
so the url pays homage to hopefully the lowest point in my life.
as for the title. That's a basic summary of everything i post on here. Who knows? Who cares.
bye