....a couple of weeks ago, my precious classmates had a discussion that involved body fluids (in the literal sense. No one exchanged any. We're all into boys here). I like to keep quiet during those kinds of conversations, because ew, did I not need to hear that water bottle comparasion (please put it down. Also, that can't be true). Okay, so I was listening, but I can keep my thoughts to myself - most of the time. In person. But they started on such an interesting topic, I just have to share my views on that:

Is it okay to hook up (I mean sleep but that's not something I'd say) with your ex?

Well, that's not nicely phrased, 'cause of course it's okay. You do you, and everything. Is it advisable, though? Probably not. I think its confusing; just like staying friends with your ex (I'm not a big supporter of that phenomenom, either), the action is so familiar and closely tied with your bygone relationship that you're not really out of it. 50% of you (the physical part) still treats him the same - so how are you over? Why break up if you're still willing to make time for him? Sure, you might not be on the same page emotionally, or generally. But isn't it hard to remember that when your body has full access to and is getting response by his?

On the other hand, I never tried, and I'm willing to believe that, if you're emotionally unattached, such an arrangment may at least be easier than  "staying friends". Thinking "I hate that guy but he's hot so why not" doesn't sound totally healthy, but I guess that way, you won't have so much trouble stopping. When staying friends, it's just this weird "we talk on the couch like we used to, but we're not making out - and then there's this silence when we'd be supposed to make out and it's so creepy because I'm so used to this part being about making out that I don't know what to do next and it's really hard to just go home now and I think I still want him BOOM that friendship thing doesn't work" situation.

Oh, I'm talking about regulary throwbacks, just to make that clear. A one time thing is just a messy way of one last hooray. 

Questions left?

Love,

Rosy Smith

....okay, so I have this class in college which is called something like "visual communication" and I always call it graphic design which is probably totally wrong terminology because I'm obviously an ignorant who doesn't really care. And that's basically the essence of this. But I'll be more specific on here 'cause yesterday, when a discussion with my teacher took place, I didn't have the energy to do so (and I'm too scared that I might cry out of frustration)....

I really like Monotype Corsiva and you can't stop me. That's actually the main reason for this excursion into the sad world of fonts and photoshop. I have chosen it for writing my name in this project - see, I wanted something "handwritten" and playful and I have spent eternity scrolling through dafont.com and I absolutely hated everything on there (okay, I might not hate it all, but nothing was quite right) and when I came back to good ol' monotype, the font I've used to write my first novel in (don't ask), it just fit. I am perfectly aware of the fact it's neither "modern" nor "cool", but what the hell does a "cool" font look like and who decides that, anyway? I am about a hundred percent positive that I don't have the same taste in coolness my 50-year old, gay, male, Folkwang-schooled teacher has. Because that would be some weird coincidence. This lovely font, however, is very much me. It's supposed to say "yeah, as my classmate unneccessarily suggested, I've chosen one of the ten Microsoft fonts that happen to be on my laptop and that had the most flourishes because I honestly don't give a fling if this has already been used by a bakery in 1950". Also, it says "I like flourishes", as well as "Alright, so I am trying to become a journalist here, and I actually doubt that I would even want to work for some publisher who doesn't hire me because he's opposed to Microsoft fonts and not because of my ability to write but if you say it is so....I'll probably hire someone to help me. A graphic designer, for instance. Not you, though"

 I can't help it, fonts don't "speak to me". They don't ring a bell in my inner soul, nor do they light any kind of fire, if you catch my drift. Some please my eye, though, and that's usually the reason I use them. Oh, yes, I'm not as insensitive as that I wouldn't be able to see the difference between feminine and male, or frilly and bold, stuff like that. And I appreciate a good design. I'm just not the one doing it. And don't come at me like "oh, but if you want to work in the creative field you need to be passionate about design". I'm a writer. I need to be passionate about words and things words can describe. Design is a whole other language and honey, I'm not fluent. 

My teacher said one valid thing (I guess. I'm not sure. Thinking about it, I have a few questions, but I'll leave it alone for now); that designers have to be able to explain themselves and artists don't. I'd consider myself, or writers, or even journalists, artists rather than designers anytime. I'm sure it could've fueled a big discussion if I'd only stated that yesterday (it's always fun when my class has discussions. You should've seen the rage when we looked at pictures of the Met Gala. I'm surprised no one was hurt).

Even better, if I'd just stomped on the floor with my heels and screamed "I'm not a designer, I don't want to be a designer, I won't ever design things!"

Well, now you know.

Love,

Rosy Smith

....There are a lot of them, actually. One very specific characteristic of this past two generations or so has been the breaking of taboos and the newfound tolerance towards speaking about subjects which had been banned by society for a long time. Which is great, really, since it helps certain groups of citiziens such as homosexuals, transgenders (very cu
rrently) and also women or pregnant teens to raise their voices and stride towards the equality they deserve. Consequently, it is definitely awesome that nowadays, a lot more people are able to say "I'm gay" or 'I'd rather have a women's body" or "I forgot the pill but I want to have this baby and go to college" without being chased by a mob of mads with pitchforks or something (at least, not as certainly as they would have been a hundred years ago).

However (and here comes my superficial point), I do think that there are subjects which do not neccessarily have to be publicly discussed by anyone at any point of their lives. By publicly, I mean with love interests. By anyone, I mean stupid boys, and by any point of their lives, I mean when talking to me.
I just don't get why I need to be all casual about things as, mhm, let's see, genitals. In which way, I ask you in all honest curiosity, does my refusing to name them, or talk about them at all, negatively affect our relationship? And in which way does it positively enrich our conversation? See, such things might be part of the reproductive system, but I'm fairly sure that we'll find our way around that without a detailed description via text. In fact, another thing I'm sure of, is that I'll never let you get this far if you don't stop harrassing me with your bad-mouthed expressions.
This is the point where I wish people would still have some of the spirit of bygone times. I betcha, in the fifties, no decent guy would have dared to speak like a guttersnipe in order to seduce the girl they liked.
And then there's stuff such as going to the bathroom. I don't care if you have to go to the bathroom. I don't care if you didn't take the Chinese we ordered well. If I'm completely honest, I don't even care that much if you get food poisoning. It'll do if you say you're sick. I'm sorry about that. But don't tell me about it, because it grosses me out, I'll be scarred by the images in my head for the rest of my life and therefore won't be able to continue our relationship. I'm not sorry about that.

Generally, I feel like we should remind ourselves that there are things in this world which have absolutely no effect on human progress or tolerance level but rather make this generation look as if we do not have any conversation standards at all.

I hope that like poufy skirts and Mary-Janes, appropriate language will make a trend comeback soon.
Until then, I'll be over here, passionately pleading for it.


Love,

Rosy Smith