“Whether you fear it or not, disappointment will come. The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity; and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.”—Conan at Dartmouth. Seriously, watch that speech. It’s lovely. (via wonderpay)
The post in which I talk about President Obama and the emergence of hate-filled rhetoric
Yesterday, a Dixie Chick’s song came on in the car, and it made me think of the comment Natalie Maines, their lead singer, made about then President Bush:
Just so you know, we’re on the good side with y’all. We do not want this war, this violence, and we’re ashamed that the President of the United States is from Texas.
The public backlash against the entire band was immediate and resounding. It was “un-American” to criticize President Bush even though it was at a time where he was most deserving of criticism. Contrast that with today’s rhetoric against President Obama which is filled with personal, rarely policy, attacks and absolutely no one is held accountable. Even the Republican presidential candidates have followed suit, as evidenced in New Hampshire. Will anyone tell them that Obama-bashing is not a platform? It’s important to be critical of our government, but there is something very telling about how the a large percentage of the public has responded to President Obama.
The post in which I talk about death at some length.
Our culture posits dominant ideologies as the norm, including Christianity. Today, I was thinking how when we lose someone close to us, a typical response to the grieving is:
They’re in a better place now. They are with [insert Christian figure] now.
I’ve been struggling with my faith for many years. At the time I lost my father, however, I was young enough to take comfort in those words. The same sentiments now strike me as meaningless to those who don’t believe there is an afterlife, that don’t believe there is a “better place” then the world we exist in now. What good are these condolences to me? Why is it believed I would feel the same about death? These words seem to provide more comfort to the person not currently in the position of loss. I mean this genuinely, but it must be nice to remove the uncertainly of death and replace it with this vision of “paradise.”
The post in which I talk about my boobs at some length
Over the past few years, my bra size has gotten larger at an exponential rate. This has correlated in an increased interest from others about my boobs, prompting this response. Without expressed consent, one is not to:
stare at my breasts
place their head between them
Are these things I should even have to write? Because of my own body crises, I wish my boobs were smaller, so this constant unwarranted attention makes me insecure and uncomfortable.
To end, body image is a strange and complicated thing.
That moment when you realize you should have applied for graduate school instead of pursuing work experience immediately after college because you’re unlikely to find another space that encourages you to discuss complex ideas concerning race, sex, gender, class, etc. so freely and openly.