Monday, April 22, 2013

In 1992, the average salary for a female attorney was 75 percent of the average salary for a male attorney.
Numerous studies of classrooms have shown that girls are called on far less often than are boys and that their answers are listened to far less seriously.
Women are 1/2 the world's people; they do 2/3 the world's work; they earn 1/10 the world's income; they own 1/100 of the world's property.

Two days ago, a boy approached me in my front yard and began to openly flirt with me. I shot him down multiple times and told him that he should leave because I had better things to do than listen to a pig oink; in my defense, he was making derogatory comments including comments about the way I was dressed (shorts and a band shirt), what I was doing (playing touch football with my brothers), and what I should be doing (I should've been "in the kitchen, baking a cake or something"). If you, the reader, don't find this disgusting and disrespectful, please leave my blog right now and don't come back. After I told him off, he proceeded to call me a myriad of names, of which ended at "stupid feminist." The reason I am writing about this rather than about The Great Gatsby is because I am TIRED of being pushed aside. I am tired of being a "Silly little girl" or a "feminist"
Does anyone in this world know what a feminist is? As defined by, a feminist is an advocate of social, political, legal, and economic rights for women equal to those of men.
I'm just done.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.” 

For the last few weeks, I've read The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway and a few supplementals. This book is the 2013 Academic Decathlon book. It's a book about the Last Generation, the group of men and women after the Great War (World War I) who moved to Europe in search of something that they longed for but never found. They dreamed big and lived in the moment. They Drank and were merry because tomorrow they might die. This notion is repeated throughout history.
After World War I, it was the Lost Generation and flappers (women who defied the niche that society had forced upon them from birth).
After World War II. there was the Baby Boom. Soldiers who'd returned home--sometimes whole but more than anything, broken in both physical and emotional ways--and their wives were more in love than ever. These men had left home and could've died at any moment. Now that they were home, they were going to raise a generation better than their own.
After Vietnam, there was the sexual revolution of the '70s. People weren't into the power that The Man had over them. They defied society and its restrictions: Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. This was the time of the hippies and the Love Movement (which may or may no be the real name of this movement).
Now, soldiers returning home from battle are faced with our generation. Teenagers who aren't really teenagers. Kids enter the 'teen' phase of life earlier than ever. Nowadays, our youth lives in the moment, often making questionable decisions that even they don't understand--although they believe themselves to be 'mature.' We no longer live with the eloquent thought of be merry today for tomorrow, we might die. No, the motto that future generations will hear about is YOLO, a dumbed down version of the classic Carpe diem (Latin for Live in the day)

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

You spend your whole life stuck in a labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. -Alaska, Looking for Alaska
I'm a small town girl with big city dreams. When I dream, I dream big. If you we're to meet me & get to know me, it'd be obvious to you.
But all I have are dreams. And that might be all I'll ever have. It's hard to face, right?
Well, in end we all face reality. Just like Jake & Brett. Wanna know what I'm talking about? Read The Sun Also Rises