non-fiction life.

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Name: Jaclyn Lansbery

Location: Middle of America (or just plain ‘ole Bloomington, Indiana.)

Age: 22

My current situation: Recently graduated. Interning at IU Communications and doing social media stuff for my alma mater’s newspaper. My goal is to secure a writing/reporting internship somewhere in the U.S., then teach abroad in Chile. After that I plan to take over the world in the form of social media and writing. Or something along those lines.

This blog: Is something I do for fun. It expresses my work, topics in today’s media, women’s issues, current events, my interests and my tastes.

Everything here is non-fiction.
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I should stop judging people so harshly. People are allowed to have a chip on their shoulder. If I’m not so wildly confident about the direction of my own life, why in the world should I judge others for not knowing the direction of theirs?

But until this week and word of the Justice Department’s move against the AP, journalists lived under a false sense of security and entitlement. In their fantasy land, journalists were specially protected by the First Amendment.
Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are genuinely good guys who just don’t understand why their comments might be unwelcome. Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are creepy predators. Most are somewhere in between, and guess what? I don’t know you, I don’t know your life, and I have no idea if you’re going to leave it at “Hey, you look good in that dress!” or follow it up with “But you’d look better without it! Har har! C’mon, where’re you going? I know you heard me! Fucking cunt, nobody wants your fat ass anyway, bitch.”

When you compliment a random woman who doesn’t know you, no matter how nice you are about it, there’s a good chance she’s going to freak out internally because for all she knows, you could be that latter type. And I get that it’s really unfair that women would just assume that about you. I get that it sucks that sometimes, expressing totally reasonable opinions like “hey you’re hot” will make women terrified of you or furious at you. That’s not fair.

But if you’re going to lay the blame for that somewhere, for fuck’s sake, don’t blame the woman. Blame all the guys who have called her a bitch and a cunt for ignoring their advances. Blame all the guys who may have harassed, abused, or assaulted her in the past. Blame all the people who may never do such a thing themselves, but who were quick to blame her and tell her to just get over it. Blame the fact that if she stops and talks to you and then something bad happens, people will blame her for stopping and talking to you.

I can’t keep up with Shia LaBeouf.

Mother’s Day flowers. (at The Region)

fotojournalismus:

Josélyn. Santa Marta, Colombia, 1972.

[Credit : Danny Lyon]

“No, don’t wear shorts at work if you want to be taken seriously.”

Word.