My name is Malina and I am a loser. I was born at a very young age, and have since grown into a teenage dirtbag, baby. My dirtbag interests include comics books and sci-fi shows and literature and music (indie, punk, psychobilly, etc.) and great thinkers and making the world a better place. I am a 1950s kind of gal, but only when I can forget that I would've had to drink from a colored water fountain. There is nothing I believe in but fantasy and outer space. To sum it up, I'm essentially a real-life Poison Ivy, except for the homicidal mania and the finesse. 

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February 16th
12:53 AM

My school’s ASB leaders yelled at me today for “creating tension.”

You guys created tension when you decided that endorsing school-wide sexism is okay. I was just the one who called you out on it. I didn’t start the fight, here — you did.

And while, yes, I’m super happy that I got the executive president to admit it was sexist and promise to discontinue the week, “I’m sorry it offended you” is a terrible apology. You’re not sorry because I’m offended, you’re sorry because you did something that was offensive. ”It’s raising money for cancer” is an inadequate excuse, too. I got 27 people to raise $2400 for Relay for Life (that’s over twice as much as our entire school has raised this week), and I didn’t need sexism to do it.