Defending the rightzzz of bitchezzz for just over a week now.

Oooh sheit son, I won my election and am officially Women's Rights Officer. And in the little over a week I've been in, I've helped saveda girl from an eating disorder and I've started a beautifully amazing and amazingly beautiful project to promote healthy body image. It makes me happy. In fact when I get down, I think of all the people I'll change with it. More on that once I actually get right started on it.

The following is why I love www.caragh.tumblr.com. I've been following the aftermath for a day or two now and I think all I've learnt is that people are stupid. Really really stupid. Stupider than people who think Student's Associations should be abolished. Background: Apparently she has really long hair and said she might donate it to the cancerous children of the world (I'm paraphrasing here).

I mean, fuck the cancer kids.
Listen, if you fucking need MY hair to feel good about yourselves, you leukemia lemmings, then maybe you need to work on your SELF-ESTEEM.
I NEED MY HAIR. MY HAIR. BACK OFF. MAYBE YOU SHOULD’VE TAKEN CARE OF YOUR OWN HAIR BETTER.
I mean, FUCK. When I donate my hair, I’m probably just going to donate it to myself. It will go in my ‘just in case I get cancer” safety deposit box, along with several thousand dollars cash and some stem cells from someone’s latest abortion.
(Edit: Becca, I’m counting on you to tell me when my hair is getting obnoxiously long. As a friend you need to be straight with me when the time comes. You know how much I care about what others think of me. Is it there yet? I think it’s almost there. You know what I mean by obnoxiously long. Like, “that chick needs some scissors because there’s some mad Yeti shit going on with her head.”)

Caragh, you win. At life. And if you ever come to the world's arsehole (New Zealand, apparently it's beautiful) I think we should hang out. We could get high and laugh at people. Because I do that anyway and I think company would be nice.

Aaaannnyyyyyyway, tonight I'm going to a Might Boosh themed 21st. I'm not dressing up but I'm pretty sure it'll be a pretty epic night with pretty people and pretty music. And lots of pretty booze coz I'm aiming to get there early to take full advantage of the bar tab. And if I get drunk enough, I'll probably just show my vagina so I don't have to worry about the mad growth on my chin from my uterus.

Deal. Yo.