This is what they teach in journalism school in Norway. My school is owned by the state. It is not left wing or anti-american.

Ok, let's talk about the power of sex. I just read a blog by Jimmy Ska. I haven't read much of his blogs, but the bulletin that pimped this one caught my eye.  The bulletin read "Why Women Are Sluts And Men Are Pimps???" You can read Jimmy's conclusion here.

There is a new wave of young men that actually uses his arguments (that I guess is meant as a joke from his side) to state their case. The popular belief is that feminism has gone to far. That women are master over male sexuality, and are the ones who decided when men can have sex.

It's funny that men actually think like that right now. Most of the entertainments industry is there to satisfy the male sexuality. Hookers are there to satisfy the male sexuality. And of course, the god that is porn. Not only is this degrading to women, it's degrading to men. I have a lot male friends that don't want to be looked upon as sexual monster, that want  to stick their dick into anything with two shoes. And I am no hooker, and you are no pimp. We don't sell sexual favors for money. I could go on about this, but I want to talk about the ones who do.

I was in Amsterdam earlier this year, and I was shocked by seeing the hookers lined up in the windows in the Red Light District. They stood there as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And there was a lot of them in every shape and size. In Amsterdam, prostitution is legal. The hookers are employed, and they pay taxes. I talked to some locals about prostitution. And in a company of 15 radicals, I was amazed to see I was the only one against it.

"Those women are not the smartest ones in this country. If they could do something else they would have. But they're just not smart enough. At least now they have a job", one of the guys said.

"Yeah, and think about all the frustrated men that might go out and rape some innocent woman if they didn't go to the hookers?", an other one added.

My jaw was so far down I could hardly talk. Where to start? What a twisted and sexist look upon the world? If men go and rape women, it's the man that has a problem, not the women. How twisted can the pride of the male sexuality be. That a man HAS to HAVE sex! And any thing he does to get that is maybe not totally acceptable, but it's totally understandable? Because men need sex for any price or cause?

And the hooker... she's there because she's stupid.

I tried to talk to them, I tried to tell them my side of this. They thought I was the most conservative person they had ever met. Especially when I said I think we should criminalize the customers and not the hookers. 

What do you think about prostitution. should it be legalized?

Yesterday I had my first Myspace date with  Kristin.

She is an amazing, funny and smart girl. And I have a feeling this was the start of a long friendship. After seven hours of drinking, we decided to make an audio blog for you guys.

CLICK ME, I'M AN AUDIO BLOG

When I was a kid, I hadn't heard about Halloween. It sometimes appeared in American TV-series, but that was it. There has never been a tradition for dressing up, tricking or treating or anything like that.

When I was a kid, I hadn't heard about Valentines day. It sometimes appeared in American TV-series, but that was it. There has never been a tradition for having a day where you get force to love everyone around you.

About three years ago, Valentine came to Norway for real. For that reason I boikotted it. If anyone tries to give me something on Valentinesday I will hit them, point and laugh. I have nothing against love, and if you're going to celebrate something... love isn't to bad of a choise. But meh... If I wanted to be an American, I would move to America.

Last year at 31th of october kids started knocking my door asking for candy. First of all I didn't have any. Second;  if I had something i would have eaten it myself. Third, why should I get them candy when they don't do any effort. In Norway we have an other tradition called "julebukk" . It can be compared to tricking or treating, just without the trick. It's the week between Christams eve and New years eve. Kids dress up as small santas and go from too to door, singing, dancing, even comedy. for this they get some candy in a bag. I have no problem with that. They did an effort to entertain me. And it's our tradition.

Now you're all like... "Didn't the tile say picture blog?" And yes. I'm getting to that. This year, my class threw a halloween party... and that where my problem is. I can have morals when it coems to trick or treating and love. But When it coems to partying... I'm lost. So I gave in, dressed up and got silly drunk. They told me to dress up as something scary, so i went as the scariest thing I know. An Emo kid.

And this is an emokid that dances. Check out the red nailpolish that gave me the slashed wrist effect.

Siri and Anette as two sexy devils. (why didn't I think of something original like that)

Dildo down the pants, chest hair and sunglasses... Isn't it obvious. he's John Holmes.

Keeping the emo spirit alive. I don't look good in pale.

So happy Halloween or something like that. No, give me candy.

I have been on and off Myspace the last couple of months. I can be on every day one week, and the next three, I'm off. Because of this I missed the departure of my dearest friend here on myspace. 

 Kit, also known as Moghdor the Destroyer.

I've gotten in touch with a lot of people here, but Kit is the only one I've really gotten to know. We have spent hours talking together. He know's stuff about me that not even my closest friends know. I've probably spent more time talking to him than I have with a lot of my friends. I know it's the internet. But there's still people at the end of the letters. And Kit is a good person. He is basically like a brother (in a weird internet 21th centry way).

This spring Kit fell down from a roof and hurt his back. Being the detective I am. I went through messages. And after about half an hour work I found his last name, then his address. I went to google search and typed "florist maryland". The same day Kit got some roses delivered on the doorstep. (yay for internet and visa) That was funky. I loved making him happy like that, with small surprises. And he deserved it. Falling down from roofs is never any fun. Not that I've tried it, but I can imagine.

This summer I was really bummed. I didn't feel like I could talk to any of my friends or my boyfriend. So I shared all my inner thoughts and shames with him, and he didn't judge me at all. (sappy and emo... Fuck it. It's allowed sometimes) I know I already said it, but I'll say it again. he's like a big brother. And if there's any reason in this world. One day we will meet and give each other a good hug, and get silly drunk. While we comment on every single person passing by... hm, maybe he was more like a sister.

He was also the second person to subscribe to my blog. (after the fabulous spilt>milk <--- that guy can spot talent :P) I still remember the first message he sent me.

"You are a funny girl, I'm subscribing"

A couple of weeks after that we started to give each other music tips, and that's when the ball started rolling. Not to brag, but.... I think 50% of the songs that have been on Kit's profile the last year has been of my influence...

It's not like he's dead. But it's weird that he's not on myspace. He was a fantastic blogger, and I'll miss to wake up and have a cup of tea while reading through his angry ramblings.

Luckily there are email and msn.. Maybe I'll send him some chocolate this time.

Ok, so I'm closing up on my one year anniversary here on myspace. I's actually only about two moths away. So my new theme is: people on myspace. '

What I want to present to you now is: The three guys I would i  have gotten to know better because of the fact, I have a feeling they are people I would probably have fallen for in real life. (because this is fake... or whatever.. no, but ya, I'm drunk. Who cares?)

So, let's start at the top. Why?`Because I work so out of the box. I don't want to start on the bottom. Even though the bottom isn't really the bottom. Top three is a good place to be. Unless you think I'm a whore of course. But I'm not so... Ok, Inga, stop being drunk. ( I have a feeling this blog might be deleted in the morning)

The person I really really wish I had the guts to get to know better is:

dhcmrlchtdj  

This guy is very very smart. I think he could actually challenge me. To leave comments at his blog is like asking for a death wish, cause he could actually outsmart me. I hate him for it, but I think we could have had some good discussions. Very good. And when trying to get him to bed, I would probably make an ass out of myself. Which always shows that it's  a good man. And he's hot, but that's beside the point.

GR smith II

This guys also. He writes the kind of blogs I would write if I wrote in my mother tongue. Only thing is... he's better. He's a person I really look up to. I seldom comment his blogs because I can't do then justice.

A

This guy is someone I KNOW I would have a good time with. I hardly know him, but I still KNOW: I very seldom use caps lock, but there's a time for everything. And this is one of those times.

The funny thing is. None of this guys would have expected this.

Go look them up. They are worth it.

A few weeks ago I left the cold and dark place that is Bodø, and traveled to the town of sin. Yes, I've been to

Amsterdam. I did see both hookers and coffe shoops, but I did only do one of the two.

My reason for being there is more nerdy than you could ever imagine. For those who have already read my blogs for a while, you know I've been playing the online sensation that is World of Warcraft. I'm in what we call a guild. My friends like to call it a clan. I call it Ripspawn. A group of players that spend a big amount of their time playing together. After about six months, with an average of an hour daily talking and playing with these guys. We decided to meet up. And yes, we did call each other by our in game names. Which means that people ended up calling me Whatever the whole weekend. Fun fun fun.

I was expecting; pale, fat, pimples, glasses and a big love for coca cola and doritos. 

I was wrong. This is what nerds look like:

Yarr... had an awesome time. Being back in Bodø has been a big smack in the face. Not only do I miss my dad and friends back home. I miss Amsterdam as well. I have only fell in love with a city once before. That was NYC, and I moved there. So there's only one thing to do. Move to Amsterdam, as soon as I'm done with school.

If you want to get inspired, Amsterdam is the place. Order tickets now. I'll come down and show you around.

It's been about two moths since Dennis and I broke up. And I have basically been living in celibacy ever since.  Ok, two months isn't that long. And it's not even the sex I miss (ok, maybe I little), it's the cuddle. This is where Morten comes in. My super duper perfect guy! Who ofcourse is gay...

Over the past six week we have been like girlfriend and boyfriend, erm.. maybe more like girlfriend and girlfriend. Just with some more cuddle. We talk for ages on the phone. We miss eachother.  I even get jealous if he talks to other girls. And I've me his parents.They took me out for this great dinner, and we laughed and talked. Almost felt like being a couple. They have now invited me to visit them this summer. I wonder if his parents are pretending we're a couple aswell....

 As both Morten and I just got out of some serious relationships I think we're both comfterable with the situation.

Well, Morten isn't presisely living in celibacy. As he's better than me picking up random guys.And a part our relationship consists of me listening to how big of a dick his latest catch had. But believe me. I'm not bitter. Who neds sex, not me! Ok, maybe a tad bitter... but it will wear off. Hopefully.

When I left school last night Morten yelled after me.

"Don't get me to drunk, I have been known for fucking girls after some tequila."

Yeah right. After he applied their eyeshadow...?

Two weeks ago I was sobbing about how scared I was up here. Just to let you know, that has changed. After three days of sulking I got a hold of myself. Now I'm the editor of the student newspaper, I drink way to much beer, I have to many new people on my messenger and I've started working as a bartender in a rock pub. Yes, give Inga two weeks and she has it all figured out.

I started the job at the pub this weekend, and since one of their bouncers were sick, they asked if I could step in. Not knowing the city, the drinking pattern of the people, or the 6000 people that were visiting to town to attend the music festival... I said yes.

Friday night they give me a huge jacket and ask if i want to put on a bulletproof vest underneath. It was big and heavy, and I don't really remember anyone being shot in Bodø. So I decided to test my luck and drop it. The jacket was big enough as it was. Something the drunk guests also noticed.

Drunk man: Are you a bouncer, or are you just pretending to be?

Me: No, I just like to stand around.

Drunk man: *short laughter* You know it looks like you have 20kg boodie and 60 kg jacket there.

*more laughter from the line.*

I swear I had a good comeback, but I forgot. I might not have had one to be honest.

During the night I had to kick out 5 people. All of then guys two heads taller than me and  twice as wide shoulders than me. It's amazing how easy it is. What's really amazing is how much a girl can say to a drunk guy as long as she smiles. I also started giving everyone I asked to go a hug. That made them happy. I think I might ask if I can be reserve bouncer even though I'm just supposed to work in the bar.

Drunk people are cattle.