"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."
Sylvia Plath (via feellng)
"But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. All my life long."
Blue Is the Warmest Colour. Dir. Abdellatif Kechiche (via wethinkwedream)
(Source: wordsnquotes, via wethinkwedream)
"Whatever words I say, I will always love you."
The Cure. “Lovesong.” Disintegration.
It only took one song. My thoughts are bleeding together like weepy watercolors I can’t find names for. This hurts so much.
When Begging a Customer to Show You Her Ass Isn’t Grounds for Termination
[This is the letter I just sent to Plaid Pantry Corporate and a few local news stations. The public deserves to know.]
To whom it may concern,
My name is Jenna Kay Louie. I am a 22 year old woman who, just like you, enjoys sunny days, good music, and the ability to shop in her local neighborhood stores without the fear that she will be blatantly accosted by the staff. I am also of the belief that when something as heinous as vulgar, misogynistic, sexual harassment takes place in a place of business, that a follow up phone call to the corporate management will result in appropriate disciplinary action.
But what if it doesn’t?
What if a man (who is on the clock and representing the corporation who employs his nasty, disrespectful, ass) asking me to turn around and show him the shape of my rear end through my pants isn’t considered “offensive enough” for termination? What if his chilling laughs of “Don’t be shy, don’t be shy!” after I flat out refuse, is viewed as appropriate and acceptable behavior by his employers? What if the passive powers that be above him really can’t be bothered to care that a human being who supported their company was not only insulted on the most basic and disgraceful level, but was then brushed under the rug when she reported this to the customer service line who claim on their website to be “very concerned about serving you, our customer,” and “always want you to let us know if you have a compliment or complaint about a store, or a wish to address a specific incident?”
While this outrageous logic doesn’t make a drop of sense to me, the head honchos at Plaid Pantry convenience stores seem to have found easy acceptance in that twisted scenario. It doesn’t matter to them that a woman shopping alone at 4 a.m. was flat-out asked to display her body in a manner that would sexually appease one of their employees. Even after she called to alert them that they have an obscene and inexcusable liability executing whatever crass debauchery he feels like in one of their locations of business, the idea wasn’t enough to phase them into removing said employee. I found out that my voice didn’t matter a few weeks later, when a friend needed to stop for something, pulled into the parking lot, and I met the staring eyes of my harasser through the front window of the store. Obviously, I didn’t go inside.
In a world riddled with rape culture and the sinister “boys will be boys” mentality, is it really too much to ask that a corporation that no doubt caters to hundreds of thousands of women nationwide actually takes a stand against inexcusable employee behavior that not only breaks sexual harassment codes, but insults an entire gender on a basic respect level? Is soliciting sexual gratification of any kind from the customers who seek a safe and comfortable shopping experience really an acceptable practice in this day and age?
I say HELL no.
It is appalling and a slap in the face that a woman can be SEXUALLY HARASSED ON PREMISES, and the harasser can keep his job as if nothing happened. It is disgusting, and supportive of a perverted cultural disease where women are but objects to be ogled at, no matter the time, place, and situation. This kind of nonchalant dismissal of a very real issue not only leaves me questioning how safe it really is for me to enjoy the simple liberty of shopping by myself, but what kind of heinous ideals Plaid Pantry supports, since clearly the protection of their customers and the respect of women as a whole does not even come CLOSE to making that list. I am nauseated by this massive disappointment, and intend to warn every woman I can via every outlet available that she will not be protected from this kind of hideous treatment in Plaid Pantry stores.
Jenna Kay Louie
1. (adjective): shedding tears.
2. (verb): to pull apart by force, especially so as to leave ragged or irregular edges.
I’m falling apart… This is the worst night I’ve had in a long time. It’s as if someone tangled their bony hands into the delicate wispy ends of the progress I’d made and ripped it out at the root, like tender stitches yanked from a gaping wound.
No one is awake. My heart is full of dark ocean water.
I feel so alone.
"I’m in love with more than
anne, I need more than this. (via anneisrestless)
just the way your skin looks
unclothed and that’s why
I’m walking away. I’m tired
of seeing my heart tangled
in my bra straps on the floor."
For the first time in a long time, I’m actually happy. It’s incredible to be able to trust someone again.