24 May 2011

I'll take the side aches

... as long as they come from excessive amounts of laughter (or possibly excessive consumption of chocolate.. but that's another story*.)

Now, what you may or may not know about me is that I have an exceptional sense of humor. In fact, if you say something and I don't laugh, I can pretty much promise you it wasn't funny and never will be. And I feel bad for you, because I find most things funny.

I also really enjoy funny people. I have quite a few really hilarious friends (and I love them SO MUCH!). Just today I read three clever blog posts in a row (1,2,3), and I thought, "Gosh I'm lucky! I know so many funny people who make my life super great!"

But then I started getting a little depressed. Because while I am quite proud of my spectacular ability to appreciate humor, I also rather bemoan that fact that I don't have quite the same talent for creating laughter that I witness in my wittier friends. And I'll be honest, I hate them a little bit for it....

But anyway, the point of this post is, whether I am lucky or lacking, I love laughing! Thus, I'm sharing with you what those witty women wrote (see 1,2,3 above) and I hope you enjoy it (if you don't, I feel sorry for you)!

*Also, the real reason my side hurts is because
I bought a large bag of peanut butter M&M's for lunch today
because I was in a hurry,
and also, I really wanted them,
and I've eaten almost all of them over the past 4 hours.

Ooops.

23 May 2011

What are you asking me for?

As I'm approaching yet another "turning point" in my life, I have a few decisions to make. You know, simple things like where to live, what job I want, what I want to study in grad school, who I am, where I'm going and essentially the entire course of my future. It should be easy.

One good thing about me is that I'm great at making lists. So I've listed out all kinds of future paths. I used to do this all the time my freshman year of college--you could pick up these class planning sheets outside of the counseling offices (and also lists with class offerings for all of the different majors and possible schedules in which to take these courses). I routinely grabbed stacks of these planning tools and filled them out in my spare time (i.e. instead of reading my text books). I had all kinds of plans to complete all sorts of majors, with a few slight variations-differences between taking English 215 in the Fall or Winter or between studying Social Work or Environmental Science; Creative Writing or Geography, etc. Each plan was perfectly scheduled-- and they all got me through college in a neat four years with a fairly well developed skill set.

Another thing about me is that I'm much better at listing and planning than I am at actually sticking to plans. (For evidence, please see my college transcripts.)

Now, I feel that this makes me sounds slightly aimless. And maybe there is some validity to that. Yet, on the other hand, I might just be really good at and interested in so many things it makes it hard to choose. It's just really hard to know which it is... maybe?

Anyway, I don't know about anyone else, but this is kind of how I feel about my life:

Or maybe, possibly kind of like this:

I'm not sure yet.

Wish me luck.

18 May 2011

Je-ju


Somethings are just meant to be.

Jen also wanted me to tell everyone about our delicious dinner (that accompanied this picture):

We made falafel and tzatziki sause and ate delicious pitas. And also clementines and wheat thins. It was fabulous. If you want the recipes, try Google (that's what we did. But then, of course, we didn't really follow any recipe exactly, because that makes cooking too boring for me!).

03 May 2011

Disorganization

is NOT a crime. But it can be an inconvenience.

Nevertheless,(after a week of searching) I found my Netflix movie! So all is well, even if I still haven't finished unpacking (or even moving my stuff from my old house into my new apartment) and my room is in a state of horrific disarray.

And tomorrow I will finally see "Turtles Can Fly."

14 April 2011

lil tykes

All of a sudden there are children popping up all over my neighborhood! They're riding bikes, sprinting through the grass, playing with garbage cans, sword fighting with tree branches, and, you know, basically doing all kinds of weird, normal kid things, which just happen to be glorious because they are smiley and laughing and in a completely different world than the rest of us. They acting the way I feel like acting when I walk outside into the beautiful heat of the sun and the cool breezes that are passing through Provo these days (with fewer and fewer evil (ie cold) interruptions into this bliss).

It's strange, though, because I didn't know they existed, all of these little people who are now running the streets and playing and (let's be honest) wreaking havoc everywhere I go. It's as though, like the flowers I'm finding in every corner and crevice, these kids are just sprouting up and blossoming under the sun in these fine, fragrant, warm/cool, almost-spring days.

I love it!

13 April 2011

Expect/Respect

Last night I watched "Miss Representation." I felt like I had blinders pulled from around my eyes so that I could finally really see and understand aspects of the media, politics and power that completely degrade and delegitimize women. It was horrifying, yet inspiring. I couldn't stop talking about it, I couldn't sleep half of the night thinking about it, and I am still blown away.



The more I think about this film and the issues it raised, the more clearly I see myself and recognize my own roles in consuming these images. I notice the ways that I play into the hands of these stereotypes and the narrow, twisted definitions of womanhood that we are expected to accept, despite so many aspects of our reality that confirm that this is a LIE.
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Last night, in a more or less related vain, I started re-thinking about something that has been on my mind for awhile now. . .

About a month ago, at my good friend Jamie's wedding reception, I was talking with a guy and for whatever reason, he pointed out another girl's shoes, saying that they were ridiculous and that she wore them only because she thought they would make her attractive to men and they looked painful. I found this comment unsettling, despite the fact that I personally agreed that this girl's shoes were a bit over the top and appeared to be rather uncomfortable. But I joked, "Sometimes it's painful to be a woman." And he countered, "You don't have to be a woman. At least, not that kind of woman." I felt like I should have been grateful--I was talking to a man who didn't expect women to wear uncomfortable shoes (and by extension clothes, make-up, etc) to be attractive. That's a good thing, right? So why was I bothered by his statements? Why was I disconcerted by his comment?

Over the past month, I have come to this conclusion: it's just another kind of expectation.

And the last thing women need are more expectations.
~
I attended a play at BYU called "To Thine Own Self Be True" a couple of weeks ago. It was written, directed and performed by female students (or former students) at the university. The play was about the female experience at BYU. The opening scene exemplifies what I am trying to say (by the way, I don't have a perfect memory so this is just paraphrasing!).

A freshman girl walks onto campus. She is excited and smiling and hopeful. She is wide-eyed and curious. Suddenly, a voice out of nowhere welcomes her to the school and begins to set out for her what her experience will be (while objects representative of each statement are piled into her arms):

"While you are here you are expected to work hard. You are expected to make friends. You are expected to serve those around you. You are are expected to go to church. You are expected to date."

At first she remains happy and excited, but then,


"You are expected to learn to cook and bake and clean and take care of a house. You are expected to play sports. You are expected to t have musical talents. You are expected to be the top in your class. You are expected to t get married. You must are expected to a successful career. You are expected to look pretty at all times. You are expected not to be vain or care too much about your appearance. You are expected to have kids. You are expected to go to graduate school. You are expected to ...."
Well, I think you get the point. By the time the scene is over, she is piled on with the physical symbols of these expectations, and she is entirely overwhelmed and lost.

But it isn't just women at BYU who feel these expectations (though perhaps in some ways they are amplified). Women everywhere feel the need to meet up to expectations of near perfection. Sometimes these expectations are completely impossible; sometimes they are even in conflict with each other. Some of these expectations may be positive. But when they are pressed upon someone, as though she can only achieve success, respect and power by following a particular set of rules, it is detrimental.
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Going back to the example of the conversation I had at my friend's wedding, here is why I have a problem with the comment made by that young man. It is sending a new message about expectation, and a contradictory one to that which (he assumes) the girls is trying to fulfill. I agree with him that women should know that they are not expected to wear the crazy shoes and pounds of make up to be attractive. What I don't agree with is the idea that if she chooses to wear those shoes, or if she has been influenced by the constant message that this is what she should do, she is open for ridicule. This is the message I am hearing and that I am afraid that too many other women hear too (though I know isn't always the case or necessarily exactly what is being said or thought):
You are only valuable and of worth when you look good and men find you physically attractive. Your power is all about your sex appeal and appearance. I will care about or respect you if you give in to these stereotypes.
BUT ALSO
You shouldn't give in to the stereotypes and expectations of beauty you hear constantly from the media and others. You give up your value, worth and dignity. I won't have respect for you if you are affected by the media and the expectations of beauty and womanhood that inundate you or make choices that I think are reflections of that those expectations.
A woman can't win for losing. No matter what she does, she is coming up against some expectation or another. And it isn't just with appearances either. On one hand, women are expected to be mothers and homemakers; they are expected to be good cooks, to be crafty, to decorate. Yet, there are others who say, women should not accept those roles, but have careers, attain higher education and have powerful positions in society. And then some people think women should do both, simultaneously. And whatever she chooses, someone thinks she is giving in; someone isn't satisfied.

So what is a woman to do. Ideally, she will make choices about her life, her family, her appearance based on what she wants most, what she truly values and what makes her feel the most fulfilled. But with waves of expectation coming in from every side, it is sometimes hard for women to feel free to make these choices and not to feel that no matter what she chooses, she is being judged.

I was struck by a quote I read in relation to the play "To Thine Own Self Be True" in which a woman expressed her shock that, as she got to know more women on a personal level, she found that no matter what choices these women were making, they felt they were being judged and they felt like they were coming up short. Women who stayed home with their kids felt they were looked down on by others because they didn't work or have a career. Women who had careers felt they were judged for not staying home and raising their children full time.

Where does it end?

Women DO NOT NEED more expectations. We need respect.

Expect:
to decide that (something) is
requisite or necessary

Respect:
esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability

Women should be able to make the choices that they feel right about for their lives. Women should be respected for who they are, not what they do as a job or what they look like or how they dress. Women (and men) need to be valued as individuals with a wide variety of characteristics and be esteemed for personal, character driven definitions of success.

And women need to be the first to stand up and support each other.

So I've made some goals for myself. I will try....


.... not to talk about my weight and appearance, or that of other people.
.... not to give women complements based on their appearance, clothes, etc., but rather their character.
.... to be much more aware of the media that I see. And I am going to think about what messages are being sent and why.
.... to say something when I hear sexist comments, media, etc. or observe sexist behavior.
.... to use my power as a consumer, a citizen and an intelligent human being to tell the world that I am not okay with the way women are portrayed in the media or the expectations they receive from various parties.
.... to be myself and I am going to be okay with that (even if it's a long process).

I hope you will think about how media and the expectations you face as a woman (or a man) influence your life. I hope you will consider what you can do to improve our mental environment (a friend yesterday said we all need to be mental environmentalists... and I LOVE that!). And please tell me what you think, even if it isn't what I think, because I don't want to be just another person adding expectations to the list!

LOVE,
ktb

ps. I think there are actually a couple of issues here that for me
have become very closely interwoven.
So maybe everything doesn't connect completely
but in my life, these issues of media's portrayal of women
and the expectations women, men, families, communities and cultures
put on women are sometimes equally difficult to navigate.