Anonymous Hipster is Anonymous

I am a 30 something female. I advocate for the arts. I believe in equality. I am bisexual. I am a feminist. I am a scientist. I am an artist. I am a recovered anorexic. I believe in body positivity. I am a rape survivor. I am a scholar. I wear thick-framed glasses and skinny jeans. I enjoy cheap beer and American Spirit cigarettes. I am a self-proclaimed nerd who knows way too much about way too little. My ears are stretched. I have tattoos. I own a scarf. Decide for yourself which one of those descriptions is more important to you. Regardless, I still don't know how to ride a bike.

[hipsteranonymous-blog]

Hey

Hey, so, hi there.

Been absent.  I know.  bad blogger.  bad, bad blogger.

It's been a confusing and hectic few...months..?  oy.  sorry bout that.

I'll probably write more now.  because I have a lot in my head to talk about.

[explodingdog]

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explodingdog:

I know I screwed up

New drawings at Explodingdog.com

"I know I screwed up.  But we can still make it."

[explodingdog]

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explodingdog:

Crazy Monster gets sad

[thedailywhat]

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laughterkey:

thedailywhat:

This Is Important, You Should Know About It of the Day: Openly lesbian Syrian blogger Amina Arraf, who fearlessly wrote about her country’s political turmoil at A Gay Girl in Damascus under the nom de plume Amina Abdallah, was abducted last night by armed men while on her way to a meeting in Damascus.

Her cousin Rania wrote about the abduction on Amina’s blog: “Amina was seized by three men in their early 20s. According to the witness (who does not want her identity known), the men were armed.” Rania goes on to report that the men covered Amina’s mouth and hustled her into “a red Dacia Logan with a window sticker of [president Bashar al-Assad’s deceased brother] Basel Assad.”

The Guardian says Amina — who is an American citizen as well — “had become increasingly popular after capturing the imagination of the Syrian opposition as the protest movement struggled in the face of the government crackdown.”

Supporters have taken to Facebook and Twitter to draw attention to Amina’s unlawful seizing, but, according to Rania, it’s unclear who took her or why. “Unfortunately, there are at least 18 different police formations in Syria as well as multiple different party militias and gangs,” she wrote in a recent update. “We do not know who took her so we do not know who to ask to get her back. It is possible that they are forcibly deporting her.”

Updates on Amina’s situation will be posted on her blog.

[guardian / globalvoices.]

I’d just like to point out that ABC World News just reblogged TheDailyWhat. Don’t tell me journalism is dead. It just doesn’t look like it used to.

[explodingdog]

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explodingdog:

morning with the Red Robot, drinking coffee in the ocean

[hipsteranonymous-blog]

I want to clarify my last post.

I do not, nor would I ever imply, that recovery is a waste of time.  Recovery is awesome.  It's hard.  It's possibly the hardest thing I have ever done (which, if you know me, is saying something).

BUT IT IS WORTH IT.  It is worth it.  Oh my god is it ever fucking worth it.

I did not mean to imply that because health problems stay with you, that recovery isn't worth it.  I was more or less angry at myself for ever even falling into an eating disorder in the first place (realizing, of course, that it is a disease, not something I chose, but I tend to beat myself up over such things--working on it).  I had a bad health day in the middle of a week wherein I cannot afford to be sick, and I got mad at myself.

Do I still have health problems?  Oh yes.  I always will.  But it is absolutely nothing compared to what I went through when I was actively sick.   So many things have gotten better because I recovered.  Because I chose to seek help and I was blessed with some truly wonderful people who helped me.

I gained weight, yes.  But I also gained my LIFE back.

When I was sick, I was horrible.  I was mean.  I was sad.  I was angry.  I was desperate and possibly psychotic.  Malnutrition will do that to you.  I lied.  I stole.  I was just awful to myself and to everyone around me.

By learning, fighting, to love myself and my body and my mind and every little thing that makes up ME, I became a whole person again.  Flawed and fabulous.  It took time.  Self-love is never love at first sight.  You must first court yourself, treat yourself well.  Develop a crush on yourself.  You are amazing.  You do not deserve to be with something that is trying to fucking kill you.  And trust me, an eating disorder has no other intent but to fucking kill you.  It is an abusive relationship.  And it will leave scars. 

I may have a hole in my heart, but I no longer have a hole in my life.

Please, if you are sick, seek help.  If you think that being sick is something to strive for, take a good hard look at yourself, at what you want out of life, and ask yourself if it is worth it (hint: it isn't).  Then seek help.  Talk to someone.  You do not need to be diagnosed, xxx lbs, sick, hospitalized or anything else to seek help.  To talk.  To find someone to listen.  You deserve better than an eating disorder can give you.  If you can't find anyone to talk to, you can talk to me.  My ask box is open.

Recovery is always worth it.  There is not one thing in this entire universe I would trade to be sick again.  Gaining weight is not the end of the world. In a lot of ways, it's the beginning.

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(Zoe Bell and Uma Thurman on the set of "Kill Bill")

I am obsessed with stuntwomen. 

[hipster-animals]

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hipster-animals:

riot grrrl zinestress (smilodon)

[abywashere]

I advise you to stop sharing your dreams with people who try to hold you back… If you’re the kind of person who senses there’s something out there for you beyond whatever it is you’re expected to do. If you want to be extraordinary you will not get there by hanging around a bunch of people who tell you you’re not extraordinary. Instead, you will probably become as ordinary as they expect you to be.

Kelly Cutrone, If You Have To Cry Go Outside (And Other Things Your Mother Never Told You)

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Eating disorders will stay with you long past recovery.

Long since you last purged, or starved, or acted on any behaviors.  Long since you last weighed yourself or even thought about it.  Long after all of that, you will still be sick.

Because eating disorders fucking destroy you.

Your heart will flutter and your digestive system will revolt and your bones will ache and you will, sometimes, feel like pure shit for no reason.

Eating disorders are not fucking glamorous.  They are not something that you can pick up for a while and let go of and be ok.  They stay with you.  They ruin your body.

7 years.  7 fucking years out of the hospital and I still have to run to the doctor for an emergency EKG because my left arm went completely numb last night.  Because my heart has a fucking hole in it.  Because of an eating disorder.  An EKG I can't get covered by my insurance because, guess what kids, an eating disorder is a pre-existing condition that you CANNOT scrub from your record.

I'm fine.  Electrolytes were off.  Got fluids.  Not dying.  Not yet.

I'm sorry.  I'm angry.  Angry at my body.   Angry at my younger self.  Angry at anorexia.  Angry at bulimia.  Angry at my health insurance.  Angry at my own heart.

Eating disorders are not a fucking lifestyle.  They are a slow suicide, even long after you decided you wanted to live.

[the-virgin-mary]

[romulanhawk]

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empanadologia:

Ellen DeGeneres was the “worst-case scenario.” She would expose me as being gay. She would force me to live a truthful, honest life, to be exactly who I am with no pretense. I thank God for her every day.

I highly recommend inviting the worse-case scenario into your life. I met Ellen when I was 168 pounds and she loved me. She didn’t see that I was heavy; she only saw the person inside. My two greatest fears, being fat and being gay, when realized, led to my greatest joy, and yet I tried so hard to present myself as anything other than who I am. And I didn’t just one day wake up & be true to myself. Ellen saw a glimpse of my inner being from underneath the flesh and bone, reached in, and pulled me out.”

-Unbearable Lightness by Portia De Rossi.

Ayysshh :´)

<3

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droppingthefbomb:

There has been quite a few discussion on why telling someone to be safe, and avoid getting themselves in bad situation, is NOT victim blaming.

Sit down and listen.

This is still victim blaming. You are still perpetuating Rape Culture.

I have to make this distinction...

This is worth a read.  Very good talking points.

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Let's not forget ourselves good friend I am flawed if I'm not free

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grrlVIRUS Manifesta:

We believe in the power of Riot Grrrl We believe feminism is for all We believe in free speech We believe in girl<3 love, not man-hate

We have the right to be angry We have the right to feel safe at night We have the right to be heard We have the right to be who we are

We refuse to serve the system We refuse to hate our fellow sisters We refuse to shut up We refuse to starve ourselves

We want full opportunities and equal rights We want complete control of our bodies We want REVOLUTION GRRRL-STYLE  NOW!

We want you to join us

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[hipsteranonymous-blog]

I want to tell y'all the story of the yellow beetle.

When I was a freshman in college, I was miserable.  My depression was at an all-time high, my eating disorder was raging, my boyfriend was the first in a long line of abusive fuckwits, and college was just really fucking hard.

I had a friend who loved me.  Who would bring me things and hug me and talk to me no matter how bad anything was. We laughed and cried and danced through literal hurricanes together.  When one of our friends died in a plane crash, we mourned together, huddled on a threadbare couch in the common room of our dorm under a blanket.  We would sneak over to the airport together, hop the fence, and watch planes land over our heads.  We would dream of flying those planes and wait until the sunrise.

One particularly bad night, I was sitting with him outside the dorm.  I was crying.  I don't remember why.  We sat in silence, in our mutual misery, until a small, remote-controlled Yellow VW Beetle zoomed under my knees and around the corner, it's driver unseen.

And I laughed.  I laughed harder than I have ever laughed. At the ridiculousness of the toy, and the silliness of my 18-year-old problems.

We've drifted apart since then.  We talk and advise eachother, but we don't see eachother often. College friendships are like that sometimes.

I talked to him on facebook today, moaning and groaning about my silly little life, and his only response (as it has been for the last 12 years) was: Yellow Beetle.

And damn, if it didn't make me feel better.

So that's my weird zen moment for all of you tonight: Yellow Beetle.