I shouldn’t have read P.S. I Love You. I read it in 2 days—really easy read—but now it has slightly ruined the movie for me. I re-watched the movie for comparison, and the plots are quite different. There are ups and downs with both the book and the film, and now I feel conflicted. (Being an English major is a bitch in these situations.)
Also, after accidentally sitting outside for far too long today, I am a lobster.
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But at least one group says the tours “turn poverty into entertainment.”
Stop.
JFC. Wow, I wonder who’re the people making money off this humans on display stroll. I’m totally certain it’s going to help people living in poverty so they can have better lives.
They had bus tours of some of the villas in Buenos Aires when we were there. Rich Americans looking through bus windows at poor people. Ugh.
Fetishizing poor people for fun and profit. Despicable. The whole “voluntourism” thing is problematic, but to say “we turn crippling third-world poverty into FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!” is taking it to a new level of awful.
-Jess
Poverty tourism is gross.
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In my life out of all the people I’ve met who have claimed to be my friend, I can only count on one hand who I can honestly say they are real friends. It must be a shock to find this out but where my fault lies is being overly nice, people get comfortable with this notion and realize it is easy to step on and abuse. It’s the worst feeling in the world to try to be a friend to someone only to have them treat you like trash, belittle you, break you down emotional to where you feel like you have done ever thing wrong. I honestly try to be the nicest person for that matter the best friend I can be even if I’ve been wronged. It’s getting really hard to maintain this desire to be a friend when it seems like no one understands what being a friend is about.
I often feel like my cat Starscream has more knowledge on what a friend is then the people who call themselfs my friends. What a sad notion. O well.
Story of my life as well.
