I am THAT GIRL that you see stopped at red lights, jamming out to the radio like a crazy person, singing to you.

 

feminism part 3.

I am so. effing. sick. and. tired. of women trying to persuade other women that they should only vote for candidates that will let them “take control of their bodies.” You, my fellow women, are, politically, very much in control of your own bodies. You cannot legally be sold into sex trafficking. You cannot legally be forced to have sex. You can color your hair; pierce anything you damn well please; cover your body in ink; walk around with nothing but tape over your nipples; walk around in hijab; have your tubes tied; get any number of plastic surgeries to change your nose or your chin or your boobs; even have an unborn baby sucked out of your own womb because apparently that’s the country we live in. You have access to birth control, to mammograms, even to abortions. 

Just because the government WON’T GIVE YOU THOSE THINGS FOR FREE does NOT mean they do not respect the fact that your bodies are YOURS. 

The fact that so many women are so tied up in this, “I don’t want old, white, conservative men (like any of those things are insulting anyway) telling me what I can and cannot do with my own body,” mindset absolutely infuriates me. How about the fact that 1 in 4 women on college campuses experience rape? How about the fact that male judges outnumber female judges more than 3:1 on the federal bench? How about the fact that women are not allowed to fight in combat roles in the military? How about the fact that we still have yet to elect a female head of state when Australia, England, and India have already done so? 

These are important feminist issues! Feminism is the belief in social and political equality among the sexes. And all these women seem to be talking about is that fact that they want free contraception because they deserve to be in control of their bodies. We are SO MUCH MORE THAN OUR BODIES! We are our minds, and our spirits, and our personalities, and our drives, and our passions. And, yes, your bodies are important, but it seems that everything else gets left behind in the dust, and it drives me insane. 

"Ask Me Out" 5/5

Because I want you
to live your own life, I’d just
love to tag along. 

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Poem by Jaclyn Reinhart, October 13, 2014

"Ask Me Out" 4/5

Because I do not
understand football, but I
won’t ask dumb questions.

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Poem by Jaclyn Reinhart, October 13, 2014

"Ask Me Out" 3/5

Because I’ll let you
have your space without complaint
or interruption. 

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Poem by Jaclyn Reinhart, October 13, 2014

"Ask Me Out" 2/5

Because I’ll challenge
you and make you think about
what you say and do.

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Poem by Jaclyn Reinhart, October 13, 2014

"Ask Me Out" 1/5

Because I like the
tattoos on your hands, and I
won’t judge where you’ve been.

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Poem by Jaclyn Reinhart, October 13, 2014

Meeting in the Middle

V1) If it drops below sixty/ you start to shiver/ I’ve spent my entire life/ dealing with winter/ and, somehow, you think soccer is the world’s greatest game/ my whole country thinks it’s kind of lame/

I’d rather keep my door open/ but you would lock it/ and you would tend to prefer/ vanilla to chocolate/ I guess that means it would never work out anyway/ but, I always wanted you to stay/ so,

Chorus) I gave and I gave/ thinking I’d never break/ not knowing that if we stayed/ together, I would forsake/ everything that has always/ been precious to me/ no more meeting in the middle/ spell is broken; I’m free/

V2) You used to get made at me/ ‘cause I wasn’t jealous/ I could never understand/ why you needed to possess/ I’m the kind of girl who likes to stand out in a crowd/ you’d rather have no one else around/

Because you wanted you and me/ and nobody else/ you wanted every piece of me/ all for yourself/ and I tried so hard to show you that you had my love/ but, I guess that it wasn’t enough/

V3) You gave everything for me/ and I respect that/ I know that you were bending, too/ I won’t forget that/ but, love isn’t supposed to be nothing but compromise/ no true happiness on either side/

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Melody and Lyric by Jaclyn Reinhart, October 11, 2014

The Way You Love(d) Me

Chorus) Someday/ I’m gonna find someone/ who loves me/ the way you loved me/ and someday/ I’m gonna find someone/ who I love/ the way you loved me/

V1) It’s not…/ oh, no, it never was/ that I didn’t love you/ because I always will/ it’s just/ sometimes you’ve gotta make/ the tough choices/ that are better for both of us/

And it’s not like/ I would ever wanna hurt you/ but, what choice did I have?/ Oh, what choice did I have?/

Chorus) Someday/ I’m gonna find someone/ who loves me/ the way you loved me/ and someday/ I’m gonna find someone/ who I love/ the way you loved me/

V2) And maybe/ oh, just maybe, babe/ you’ll find somebody, too/ who loves you like I do/ or better/ I hope it’s better, babe/ she’ll treat you/ exactly how you deserve/

Chorus) Someday/ I’m gonna find someone/ who loves me/ the way you loved me/ and someday/ I’m gonna find someone/ who I love/ the way you loved me/

9.2.14

Today was a great day for so many reasons, but mostly because today was my first day of law school! And that’s exciting. 

I’ve decided that my routine will go like this: wake up, eat breakfast, take the bus to campus, go to the gym, shower and get changed there, go to classes, study in between and after class, then come home and do whatever I’ve got to do for the next day. That’s what I did today and it worked out splendidly. For such a beautiful gym, the women’s locker room was crazy small, but I’ve heard there are three locker rooms, so I might give a different one a try tomorrow. I tried to straighten my hair, but it was too darn hot, so I just threw it up. I have a photo of my first day outfit below.

My first class was Contracts with Professor Pettit. I sat next to a girl named Nanu, from Thailand, and she was very sweet. She’s going for her LL.M. which is a legal master’s. Bachelor’s is to Master’s as JD is to LL.M. She already went through law school, and now is in the States getting her LL.M. in American Law. That’s a WHOLE lot of time in school. Anyways, the class was great. I wasn’t “on-call”, which was such a relief. The first guy that was on-call did SUCH a great job, actually. I’m sure he was nervous, and he didn’t have all the answers, but he was pretty well composed, which is impressive, seeing as he was the first person on-call in our entire section, ever. The next girl who was on-call didn’t do as great. She had some trouble understanding his questions, I think. But, I figure the Socratic method is all about engaging both of these types of people and everyone in between. It’s effective. I feel like I’m better prepared to be on-call now that I’ve seen it done.

Our study of Contract Law begins with remedies for breach of contract. Now, that’s a little strange because we don’t even know what a contract is, yet. But, apparently, it makes more sense this way. I’ll trust the legal education experts on this one. If someone breaches a contract, they are most usually liable for damages, meaning they are responsible for a monetary sum to be paid to the promisee. There are three main methods by which damages for breach of contract are measured: expectation interest, reliance interest, and restitution interest. I won’t get into the details because it probably doesn’t matter to you (unless you want to, then by all mean drop me a message). But, that’s what we learned today! And it was very interesting.

Plus, we read a case for today called Hawkins v. McGee, a famous contracts case that most 1L students read. It was also featured in the scene of a movie depicting 1L year called The Paper Chase. Hence the name of my Facebook album, for those of you who are curious.

Next was lunch time, followed by Torts, with Professor Fleming. A tort, generally, is basically any harmful or offensive action that one person does to another person and is prosecuted civilly. Today, we discussed the torts of battery and negligence. This professor has a bit of a different style. Instead of randomly calling on students each meeting, he has a panel system. Basically, I’m on a list with five or six other people and we are a panel. There are five other panels. We rotate through each class meeting which panel will be on-call. So, basically, I know all the exact dates that I’ll be on-call and with whom. This is nice so we can get together beforehand and discuss the cases that are assigned for that day.

After Torts was dinner and some time in the library, followed by Legal Writing. Legal Writing is a once a week class, taught by an active legal professional and a BU alumnus. Each section has a different instructor. Legal writing is going to be very different than what I’m used to. In undergrad, as a political science major, I wrote a lot, and I wrote well. I became very good at critical writing and breaking down and tearing apart arguments, and making arguments of my own. I developed a style that was intellectual, flowing, and yet fairly concise. Legal writing is very different. Legal writing is all about brevity and clarity. Granted, all writing is about those two things, ultimately. But legal writing eliminates the frills and the poetry and the aroma. And that’s fine. I can do that. It will be a different kind of challenge for me to have to write only what’s necessary, in a clear, concise way. But, I think I’ll like it.

And now I’m home! And not ONLY am I home, but I’m home in my own room! Say ‘goodbye’ to the common room with an air mattress and ‘hello’ to a big girl bed, a closet, a desk, and an accent wall, among other lovely features, And not only am I home in a fully furnished, private room, but I came home today to an amazing care package from the folks at the Law Office of James L. Riotto, where I interned senior year. How incredible is that!

In conclusion, it was an amazing day, and I think it’s going to be an even more amazing, one might say, ‘ever better,’ three years.

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

(Source: clementinevonradics)

Pre-Teen Dreams

V1) Last night you came to visit me/ while I was fast asleep/ thought it was so crazy, ‘cause/ I haven’t thought about you in days/ nowadays those days are good/ deep in my heart, I know I should/ try to forget you, and I would/ if only I knew how/ but, now/

Chorus) At least the dreams are happy/ full of sweet memories/ and cute exaggerations of a/ pre-teenager’s fantasies/ since I used to wake up crying/ ‘cause I missed you so/ it’s nice of you to come back home/

V2) Thinking back, it’s all a blur/ because I’m not quite sure/ exactly what it means/ or where to go from here/ I guess I’ll accept it as/ a little reminder that/ when I think about you and get sad/ I should crack a smile somehow/ ‘cause now/

V3) All your idiosyncrasies/ and your bad examples/ and your wise-ass jokes that always made me laugh/ they all mean so much to mean/ you hate it when I ramble/ but, it was nice to have you back/

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Lyrics and Melody by Jaclyn Reinhart, July 7, 2014

Summer in the City

V1) Six long months of winter/ freezing me to the bone/ now, the sun is breaking/ trying to break through the cold/ but, that doesn’t help me/ I’m still sitting here alone/ desperately wishing and praying/ you’ll pick up the phone/ 

Chorus 1) Call me from London/ tell me you miss me/ say you’re excited to see me soon/ write me from Paris/ it’s overrated/ tell me that you’d rather spend June with me/ summer in an unknown city/

Call me from Cairo/ say it’s breathtaking/ but something’s missing, don’t know why/ write me from Roma/ tell me it’s beautiful/ but, you’d rather spend July with me/ summer in an unknown city/

Bridge) Just when I think the wait is over/ you’re gone again/ it never gets any easier/ do you remember when/ we thought that there’d be a time/ when we wouldn’t have to say goodbye?/ Until then…

Chorus 2) Call me from Sydney/ say it hasn’t changed/ and I’ve got to return, I must/ write me about all/ of your adventures/ but how you’d rather spend August with me/ summer in an unknown city/

V2) Time and time again I/ have been picturing you here/ bringing warmth and sunshine/ but, then your face disappears/ don’t think I can handle/ having to wait three more years/ let’s take the summer/ spend it together, my dear/

Chorus 3) Call me from London/ tell me you miss me/ say you’re excited to see me soon/ write me from Paris/ it’s overrated/ tell me that you’d rather spend June with me…
Call me from Cairo/ say it’s breathtaking/ but something’s missing, don’t know why/ write me from Roma/ tell me it’s beautiful/ but, you’d rather spend July with me…
Call me from Sydney/ say it hasn’t changed/ and I’ve got to return, I must/ write me about all/ of your adventures/ but how you’d rather spend August with me/ summer in an unknown city/

© Copyright Jaclyn Marie Reinhart

Lyric and Melody by Jaclyn Reinhart, June 9, 2014

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Been really into this song lately, so there’s that.

You know, some people say life is short and that you could get hit by a bus any moment and that you have to live each day like it’s your last. Bullshit. Life is long. You’re probably not going to get hit by a bus. And you’re gonna have to live with the choices you make for the next fifty years.

Chris Rock