A great article about how clothes do not define you.
I know, I know, I’m really behind on the times. I JUST saw Kill Bill like two nights ago. I must say, I was impressed. They didn’t oversexualize Uma Thurman or show her naked! I was pleasantly surprised. I thought the fight scenes were really freaking cool, and I LOVED the way it was shot. Super awesome. I can’t wait to see volume 2!
In other news, I had to order a copy of “The Virgin Suicides” for my Women’s Studies class yesterday. We had to choose a movie with a female ghost and relate it to psychoanalytic theory-I am really excited. “The Virgin Suicides” is one of my favorite books, and the movie was pretty good. This is literally the most awesome class I have ever taken in my life. Maybe I’ll blog more about it when I’m not sitting in Geology waiting for class to start.
Just for fun, here are my top 10 favorite movies ever.
1. Drop Dead Gorgeous
2. Sugar and Spice
3. Pan’s Labyrinth
4. Forrest Gump
6. American Beauty
7. Wayne’s World
9. Vanilla Sky
10. The Swan Princess. No. Judgment.
I’m in the auditorium waiting for Anita Hill to speak tonight. This is going to be amazing!
Okay, all kidding aside, this is actually a very big issue in the US. African-American children have a much lower chance of being adopted than white children, and spend more time in the foster care system, which we all know can be severely damaging to cognitive and emotional development (and if you didn’t, I can give you some great books on the subject). Now, I completely understand that our adoption system in the US is horrible, and some people absolutely cannot adopt here. Growing up, I lived near a really nice, stable family who already had one child who was turned away from all the agencies because they were in their 40s. They eventually had to adopt a little girl from China. Like I said, not a huge deal, but if you DO meet the criteria for adopting in the states, why not do it? You would be doing our country a great service.
…because I can’t even post on Facebook without getting a lost lamb comment. I swear, religious tolerance is severely underrated. Just because I disagree with something does not mean I am going to go blind, go to Hell, or magically start to believe it after years and years of…not (although it does happen to some people, I doubt that’s going to happen to me.) And by the same token, I don’t expect anyone to adhere to what I believe in. I don’t even TALK about it unless someone directly asks me! So next time you (you, reader) feel like disputing someone else’s spiritual beliefs, remember that they, too, have a right to believe whatever they want. And you will probably piss them off instead of offer them good religious advice.
Actually, I thought about something to blog about instead of, you know, doing productive things.
So, if you have been following my blog (maybe I didn’t write about it, and if I didn’t then now:) you know that I had a pretty debilitating case of mono back in November. You will probably also know that going to the gym is one of my favorite things to do. But, it seems live ever since the mono incident, I haven’t been able to get back into my regular gym routine. And now, I’ve gained five pounds.
And I am angry that I care.
Because I really shouldn’t. I’m healthy, I try very hard to eat healthy foods, and I still have a great figure. Heck, I’m almost twenty. I might still be growing, for all I know. I guess the silver lining in all this is that I am aware of the fact that it’s stupid to care and that I shouldn’t. I have seen people go through their whole lives worrying about their weight and thinking that it’s normal and accepted (usually when they didn’t have a problem in the first place.)
I am also tired of people expecting all skinny people to have a positive body image. I get this ALL THE TIME. I would say that, yes, I have a very positive body image. When I look in the mirror, I like the person I see. But whenever a skinny girl makes any negative comment about her appearance, everybody acts like she’s ungrateful or that she’s doing it to make others feel bad for her. That’s just sad. NOBODY is exempt from societal pressure. NOBODY. Instead of saying something like,
“You’re pretty just the way you are, and the only people who don’t think so are trying to sell you something.”
They immediately go to
“Oh shut up! You’re so skinny! Don’t even get me started about MY BODY.”
I’m so tired of it. I really am. This is not they way we should view ourselves or others, in terms of how much bigger or smaller we are than them. How can we change?
I’ve just skimmed over this article briefly, but from the paragraphs I have read the author provides some really great food for thought about what rape is, exactly, and how it is not just the conventional definition. The guy who put this question in sounds like a total troll, but what do I know. Hopefully now he has a better understanding.
I promise I am going to try and start writing again soon. I have had a REALLY busy month of March so far, and have barely been able to keep up with it myself.