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30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 8: Discuss Something You’ve Read Online and Link to It.

I am going to alter this question to suit my interests a little bit better, and not post a link, and rather discuss something about the overall Internet that annoys the fucking shit out of me: Comment sections!

Or rather, people on comment sections. Comment sections in and of themselves are nothing if not a tool created to promote freedom of speech, however, and this is a big however, the people commenting abuses this ability to promote their bigoted and narrow-minded agenda.

Here is a challenge for you: Find a comment sections with comments that do not in any shape or form include one of the following tropes:

1. Comparing people to Hitler/the Nazis for not supporting their general cause.
2. Calling someone a communist for reasons stated in #1.
3. Drawing absurd associations between someone’s opinion/the actual article being commented on, and the latest terror attacks that have occurred in the country in which the article was written – usually just to promote their own hateful agenda rather than doing this out of compassion – even if the two have nothing at all whatsoever to do with each other.
4. Blaming Muslims for absolutely everything. Including their own stupidity, probably.
5. Death threats and/or rape threats.
6. Endless list of sexist and/or homophobic remarks.
7. Stating of inaccurate historical “facts”.

Basically, the comment sections of the Internet are go-to groups for people to be the most awful, horrendous, immature, whiny version of themselves possible. The constructive comment is a rarity – if seen at all – in these sections, and if it occurs, it is shot down and ridiculed by other commenters, usually in an even cruder manner if the commenter in question happens to be female.

If there is anything in this world that makes me question humanity, it’s reading Internet comment sections.

A little something to take in…

We see quite a lot of criticism raised towards the modern day feminist movement, and while some of it is of rational nature, there are also a lot of comments stating that “feminists just want to eliminate the man”, and so forth. People who already have their given rights, acting like some poor, innocent victim who is being attacked. We hear anti-feminists, many of whom are men, cause a tantrum over the supposed physical “ugliness” of feminists as a whole, not once taking their time to look at the actual causes that are being promoted.

Well… Back in the early 20th century, when the suffragettes were coming forth, and women started fighting for the right to vote, some men faced their oppositions the following way. See anything you recognize?

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The German poster: “Do you want such wives? Vote NO against women suffrage.”


Whereas this was what it really looked like:

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So… let’s see where we are one hundred years from today…

Rest in peace, Nelson Mandela.

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This post will be very short, as I have a hard time putting words to my thoughts right now.
The world lost a great man today. A hero, a legend. Possibly the greatest human rights activist of our time.

Rest in peace, Nelson Mandela.

Loved but never, ever forgotten.

Exam, mulled wine, gingerbread and time to become political again.

Contrary to what the headline suggests, I am going to take the worst things first:

A few weeks/months ago, I informed you of the new Norwegian government’s brilliant idea of extending the right of reservation for doctors, GPs in particular, in cases of abortion. I have my fair share of feminist values, and being pro-choice is definitely one of them, and I am repulsed by this decision!

Now the religious, fanatical moralists have gotten through with their agenda, and the extension is being passed. Why, thank you, beautiful government of Norway, for your fantastic Christmas present to young women nationwide. I could not be more grateful! Note sarcasm.

According to several Norwegian newspapers, Norwegian women are outraged by this, particularly women in their late teens, twenties and early thirties. Because this country has failed those women. We have had the right to choose nationwide since the mid-late ’70s. For over 35 years, we have been in possession of this law-given right, and now it is being shrunken. The older women have uttered their frustration as well, memorized back to the olden days, where they fought for us to have this right.

Norway, you have failed your women, in favor of wealthy people with first world problems, who chose an education where they signed a petition that informed them straight out that when dealing with your patient, your religious and/or ethical conviction no longer matters. They educated themselves into becoming GPs, they chose that particular profession. I never educated myself into becoming female. I can’t educate myself to NOT get raped, I can’t educate myself to NOT have the condom break.

If the worst thing that has happened to you, is signing a petition that demanded that you, if needed, had to do something that went against your “moral beliefs”, you haven’t really had it that hard.

Get a fucking clue.

MOVING ON! I had a good time today, prior to this major fiasco called the new Norwegian government decided to shove their moral views up between my legs.

I finished my exam. I think I did my best, so we’ll see how this goes. It is such a relief! Then I sat down for some mulled wine and gingerbread, while listening to Christmas carols. Felt wonderful.

Have a nice day!


And then my rights went out the window!

A.K.A. the next time I witness a middle-aged man make a half-assed attempt at shoving his religion in between my legs, I am gonna close them up and kick him in the nuts. If he has any.

Hey mama, welcome to the ’60s!

Norway has found Marty McFly and the time machine and made its way back to the 1960s. Now, don’t get me wrong, I was not opposed to the idea of a new government. I thought: “Hey! A change could do you good!”
Remind me not to make that mistake again, because honestly, by the time the next election comes around, I might go insane and vote for the communist party on principle.

Maybe I am exaggerating, maybe I’m not, all I know is I am in the process of losing my damn mind!

As you might have guessed, this has to do with women’s reproductive rights and the right to choose in fucking general! I am not going to be particularly articulate or phrase my words eloquently in this post, so just suck it up and listen to this rant from a twenty-year-old woman living and breathing in Norway for one second, okay?

Our new government has taken it upon themselves to limit women’s abortion rights by giving our uneducated, exam-cheating doctors the liberty of denying us an abortion if their religious views call for it.
If your religious views are calling you so fucking intently, why don’t you become a pastor or a munk or a priest or a nun instead?

Here is how fucked the health care system in Norway is: Endless queues and lines. It’s hard enough to get a doctor’s appointment as is, and now we have to roam the country in order to no carry through with, say, for example, our rapist’s baby? Good to know. Very healthy. Did I mention an all too high percentage of our doctors cheat on their exams?

See, this is why I am never getting married… Or part of the reason why, anyway. See, I have women in, let’s call it, near circumstances, who were fighting really hard for women’s rights back in the ’70s and ’80s. What happened? Bitches got married and had kids and now they are all anti-choice.

I’m rambling.

Seriously: This has given me perspective. Perspective on how privileged I really am. SCRATCH THAT! WAS! What possesses men to believe they even have a say in this? It’s not their body. Go the fuck away. How can you trust me with a child if you can’t even trust me with a fucking choice of my own? Spoiler alert: You can’t!

Seriously, stop shoving God up my vagina, it’s getting irritating. I want a doctor who believes in scientific proof, not a spiritual being that he can worship as much as he wants in his own spare time. So now I have to stalk my doctor to see if she is religious, and if she is, then I’m going to have to change her. Again.

This is so damn ridiculous.

And those parties claim to be favoring everyone’s individual choice. Unless you are a woman, apparently!

What do they do if a thirteen-year-old girl gets raped and pregnant? What then?
Also, here is a question: A man rapes a woman. Woman gets pregnant. Woman has abortion. Who commits the worst sin? The rapist or the woman having had the abortion.

Here’s the deal about those fetuses that are being aborted: THEY CAN’T FUCKING LIVE OUTSIDE THE WOMAN’S BODY! They aren’t lives. Seriously: Fucking bugs can live on their own, and we still snatch them from time to time again.

Okay, fine.

If we can’t have an abortion, you can’t jerk off. Because your sperm cells might become babies one day. So good luck being all tense and pissed off. It ain’t fun.

I probably had a lot more to say, but I guess that’s it for today.

Bye bye.

Do celebrities have responsibility as role models?

Also known as: Why I think the Moral Police should go fuck themselves, since no one else will.

Personally, I am not an easily influenced person, at all, and I pride myself on that. Maybe that is something that has always been lingering in me, that separates me as the special snowflake that I undoubtedly am from the rest of the entire fucking world…?

Sensing the irony in the introduction? Good, because it’s so wrong. Not the first part, about me not being easily influenced, and never having been so, but that hardly goes for just me, and it’s probably not always been that way.

I’m not going to act like I understand children’s mentality, but I do pride myself on an impeccable memory which grants me with a severe amount of knowledge on how it was for me personally to be a child, and that gets me somewhere, in my estimation.

My early childhood – the years in which I was the most impressionable – took place in the ’90s. Now think about what kind of “role models” I and my generation was presented with, and don’t include the Disney-movies, however flawless they might have been. I watched Britney Spears dance on my TV-screen wearing very little clothing, I tried to dance like the Spice Girls, my friends had overly sexualized pictures of boy-band pretty boys hanging on their walls, and I was standing in my room at the age of six singing: “Boom, boom, boom, boom, I want you in my room!” and didn’t think twice about it.

Maybe people weren’t so strict back then? I mean, we are after all the last generation to actually play outside in the street without supervision, aren’t we? Maybe a child’s upbringing wasn’t seen as some tender thing that needed hours upon hours of nurturing? Maybe we weren’t so sheltered… Maybe, maybe, maybe.

But I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that I had an incredible childhood, and my cultural preferences only contributed to that in a positive manner, which I am entirely grateful for.

I feel like society underestimates the qualities of people with great knowledge within pop culture, in general. Because such knowledge can be beneficial in many an aspect. I am grateful that I remember the essential parts of the ’90s as seen in the public eye, not only what was censored to fit my age and my age only. It makes my memory even more remarkable and allows me a  greater perspective on my life and its general structure. So suck it.

Granted, it is up for discussion whether or not I turned out okay, but no matter what kind of “immoral” choices I made in my teen years, I can promise you one thing: My lame-ass choices aren’t Britney Spears’ nor Christina Aguilera’s fault. They’re mine.

Because my childhood was awesome and safe. Wanna know why? Because I had an actual upbringing! I had parents who didn’t leave it to a random celebrity to raise me. I had a grandmother who ensured I stayed emotionally healthy and happy.

Bottom line: If you are too sucky a parent to take care of your damn kids, don’t have any. And don’t leave it to famous people you haven’t even met to raise them. That’s your fucking job.

Peace out, except I don’t believe in that kinda shit!

– Ida.


Hello everybody.

I keep telling myself that I should keep this blog going more frequently. As a matter of fact, I tell myself this every time I make a new post (although that isn’t very often).

As I do not have many followers, and that it doesn’t really matter whether or not I do anyway, I could easily just use this blog as a journal, but for some reason, my life is so insignificant, I might just let it be.

As of lately I have caught up with a lot of things of my desire. I have written a great lot for my own sake only, and I have gotten to spend time with my friends. Exhibit A: We went to Gothenburg for a day in May, which made for a great day.

Summer is approaching, and this year, I will be going to Alicante, Spain with two friends of mine. Whatever your stereotypical brain tells you about the weather in Norway as of right now, is probably an accurate description. It’s raining all the time, and for summer, it’s cold, so I am looking forward to get away, if only for a week.

In addition, I have a good amount of family business going on. A good kind of family business, that is.

To top it all off, as far as my TV-show obsessed self goes, I have gotten started on Supernatural, a show that positively surprised me.

I guess that was all I had to say for now.

P.S.: I am devastated to hear the news about the gay rights-ban Russia has introduced. I hope the LGBT-community over there will fight regardless, however hopeless that may seem.

“No man shall end up alone.” – Where the hell did that go?

A few months ago I posted a video on here, of a man not many years older than me, analyzing every single argument against gay marriage biblically, and hence proving that no, despite how many Christians interpret it, homosexuality, practiced or unpracticed, is no sin.

One argument he specifically made that still stays with me to this day (keep in mind that you should all really watch that video, if you haven’t already; you’ll find it on here), was that in the very beginning of the Bible somewhere (I am not religious, don’t tell me to refer to where it was stated, that’s not my job), that “no man shall end up alone, without a suitable life partner”.

The Bible says nothing about woman or man, it just states “suitable life partner”. Now, I don’t know whether or not the founding fathers of the Bible, whoever they are, meant that a man can be a suitable life partner for a man, but saying as it doesn’t say it can’t be so, then I wonder where that went.

It is fairly assuring that a woman isn’t a suitable life partner for a gay man, and vice versa. Even the most opposing anti-gay activist must agree there. Right? Then where did that quote go? Were we just skipping that one for the sake of some ignorant dickheads’ narrow-mindedness? Well, that doesn’t sound very Christian, does it?

I am not religious, but I know a thing or two about religion. I had a Catholic confirmation, god damn it. And I have one thing to ask: Is it moral to force a person to live in constant heartbreak?

When you are opposing gay people’s right to marry, you are doing exactly that: Forcing them to spend the last weeks, days, months, alone.

If the religious freaks all around the world get their deeply twisted, non-religious despite the cause ways, gay people won’t only be denied the right to marry. They will also be denied the right to have children and the right to stay by their partner’s side during said partner’s last days of life.

Then you are forcing them to end up alone.

Think about that the next time you preach hate in the word of God. Because you are doing a really fucking bad job at being a good Christian.

Why am I more interested in American politics than Norwegian?


A question that has been roaming my mind for quite a while now, is why the hell I care so much about American politics as opposed to Norwegian politics (for those who don’t know, Norway is the tiny, meaningless country in which I happen to live).


And there you have it, guys. It’s meaningless, pointless. It matters so little compared to the entire picture of the world.


I am gonna give you a quick outlook on the political system in Norway: We have all in all eight main parties. Whenever there is an election, it so somehow decided which combination of those parties that is going into office. How our entire election process goes down, I have no idea. Hence; I actually don’t own much knowledge about the political system in my country, because it really doesn’t matter.


Besides; none of them are probably ever gonna get anything done drastically anyway. They all have nearly the exact same opinion on everything, aside from a few cases…


Looking at the issues I am doing a good job preaching about here, one should, looking at the country I live in, think I would be pretty happy. But just because yes, we have gay marriage legalized, and yes, this country has been declared one of the best countries for women to live in, it doesn’t really matter much when you look at the rest of the world. Because the rest of the world is still the same.


The American politics matter, on an international basis. Here in Norway we have a Secretary whom, I have a strong suspicion, doesn’t know what the hell he is doing in the first place (no offense). And as if that wasn’t enough, this is a tiny country that doesn’t really matter.


Sure, I would love the idea that certain politicians here try to build up that Norway is supposed to be this walking tab first in line in a parade, leading the way as an example for other nations all around the world, because ‘look how far we’ve come’, but the sad truth is, I know that is never going to happen.


Am I happy that I am living in a very privileged country? Yes, of course I am happy. Is there still shit that needs to be done here? Yes, of course. There always is. Do I really care about this country’s politics as a whole? No, I don’t. Maybe I should, I don’t know, but I don’t.


Because when Barack Obama speaks, the world listens. When any well-profiled politician in America, with human stances on certain issues, speaks out in favor/opposition of anything in this world, the world listens. I can’t say that the same thing happens when our prime minister speaks. Sorry, Jens.


I just like being a part of the world as a whole, instead of keeping myself locked within my own privileged walls.


My sister asked me right before Obama was re-elected why I cared so much about American politics as opposed to our own, because ‘it wouldn’t really affect me, would it?’


The answer is, by all means, both yes and no. In some ways it wouldn’t. Not concretely. But this entire world gets influenced by the USA one way or another. So I’d better be rooting for it to be the right kind of influence.


Peace out!

Yes, we still need feminism.

Feminism. Taste the word. What is the first thing that comes to mind?

I can’t answer for you, but many people associate the word ‘feminism’ with masculinity. I am not going to go all educational on you, but I will just try to make you face facts, because that is a complete misinterpretation.

In most common social environments, if you answer ‘yes’ to the question: “Are you a feminist?”, you will receive a few strange glares. In my experience, especially if there are men present. This usually happens because they have misinterpreted the word ‘feminism’. In the modern-day society, the word seems foreign to many people, in a way. It is by many associated with anti-male, braless, masculine women with short hair and no makeup, who walk around screaming out profanities about “standing together to fight the man”.

Misguided? Yes. Understandable? Maybe. Because a common opinion is that in today’s modern world, we don’t need feminism.

I beg to differ by stating that yes, we absolutely do. I am a feminist. And I am not about to throw away my makeup, my perfume, my bra, my tight-fitting clothes or my femininity just to make that statement. Actually, I hope that all women in heart are, even though my faith in humanity sinks deeper than Titanic when I see modern-day women vote for political candidates who want to strip them off their rights (and redefine the word “rape” for that matter).

For as long as women’s rights are questioned all over the world, we need feminism. Yes, the word is not of the equal kind, but truth is, it can’t be until men and women indeed are equal. And for as long as a woman’s right to for instance abortion is questioned, we need it.

“Pro-lifers” aren’t pro-lifers. They are anti-choice. In all honesty, they don’t give two shits about the fetus. They give a shit about their own power above the women of the world. They care about that power so much they will do anything not to lose it.

Other examples why we need feminism? Forgive me for sounding like a politically correct social justice blogger, but this needs to be said: Many men’s general attitude towards women. Just the little things.

Take the phrase: “I have a boyfriend.” The boy hitting on you respects your boyfriend’s possession over you more than your disinterest in him.

Movies. How many movies aren’t there where the geeky/ugly girl has to get a makeover to get the guy? MANY. Have you ever seen a movie where the geeky guy has to get a makeover to get the girl? No? Yes? How many? One or two? Okay, I rest my case.

Now, how many movies have you seen where the geeky guy gets the hot girl because she has to learn through the movie, how to see his ‘heart’ or whatever bullshit the movie is trying to teach us? A dozen? Yeah, me too… How many movies have you seen where the hot guy falls for the geeky girl because he has to learn how to see her heart? Not many? Nah, thought so.

There is something wrong there. So there are little things like that.

New exhibit! Last year, when I was still in high school (good ol’ times), I was lucky enough to be seated in front of a very sexist person whom one would think was secretly four hundred years old. Let’s call him the rape-apologist. He defended rape by stating: “Well, men are naturally stronger than women…”


I don’t know how to end this on a diplomatic note, because I really can’t. So then I will end it like one would end a bad middle school essay:

We all agreed it had been a nice day!


Here, have a picture of random idiots: