Sunday, October 30, 2011

Dog-Sitting, Homecomings, My Tummy Hurts

This weekend, I am dog-sitting for my friends Grant and Shelby. They're in CO, and I'm taking care of their dogs, feeding them and letting them out to do their business and such. It's been sort of nice, but I have had to drive down to Orem every day anyway. I am looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tomorrow night though, and not having to wake up at 6:30 in the morning to feed the dogs whining outside the door of the room where I'm sleeping.

My friend Kendall came home from his mission on Friday! His homecoming was today, and I was so happy to see him. I gave him a big hug and his family had a luncheon afterwards with really good food. Mmmmmmm. Another really good friend of mine comes home two weeks from Thursday, and I kind of can't believe it. I'm looking forward to seeing him.

I've eaten too much sugar this weekend. My tummy hurts.

I'm about to go to bed; Mike and Mags came over to Grelby's tonight and we watched a show called Bored To Death. So funny! I love Jason Schwartzman, and he's the star. Goodnight!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Being a feminist can be hard

When there is stuff like this going on:
This is a song by Kelis called Bossy. I love dancing and singing to this song, but the other day when I was listening to it, i realized how much they use the word "bitch." Like, "I don't think he understand that you a boss bitch." It made me wonder, why is the best way that this guy can come up with to describe who is supposed be a strong, powerful woman the word "bitch"? It's a derogatory term. I guess when Kelis says it, it could be seen as her owning the word and taking the meaning out of it, but that's not what I see. I see it as us living in a society where strong women who are in charge are bitches because they tell people what to do, or don't let others tell them what to do. When guys do that, they aren't called bastards or dickheads. They're called men. So why is it that we use derogatory words to describe strong women, but not strong men? Interesting.

Okay, so, feminist thought of the day is done. This week was awesome/crazy/emotional.

One of my best friends, Kayla, got married yesterday. It was so much fun. She and her husband are presh, and I love them a lot. I did cry though. Kind of a lot. My parents took me to B&N and bought me two books though! They really do love me.

It was also fall break, and I did my best to relax for the two days we had off school. I started knitting a new monster!

I have a murder mystery party tomorrow that I am very excited for! My outfit is pretty great, and I have a character to play that is very very different from me. Her name is Mimzy. Whaaaaa? Yeah.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Logan: Here I Come?

So, I am moving to Logan in about two and a half months, and I just sort of started freaking out.

I went to dinner with my friend Kellie tonight and while we were talking about it, she asked if I had a job or housing lined up, and I realized I don't, and I haven't even been accepted to the school yet! I'm just nervous. I could crash and burn. I could not get accepted and be stuck here in Orem. I could move up there and like, develop a crippling fear of shaking peoples hands or shoelaces and be paralyzed with fear. What if that happens? I'm very nervous, is what I'm trying to say.

I'm excited, but still very nervous.

Other news:

My best friend is getting married on Saturday. I'm so excited for her, but I also know it means I won't get to see her as much or be able to spend time with her. Husbands are such a drag! Not really. Her fiance is a cool guy. I'm taking pictures for her wedding, and I'm stoked for it.

On Monday, I am going to a murder mystery party!

Also, my dad is a huge geek. I love him, but he's such a nerd.

It's fall break for UVU students, so we don't have school tomorrow and Friday. Tomorrow I have work forever, and Friday I'm going to The Bean Museum with my cousin Kiernyn, helping my friend set up for her wedding, and closing at work. Saturday's the wedding, and hopefully on Sunday my friend Alexa and I will be watching LOST all day and finishing that ridiculous television show! I love/hate it more than anything is the whole world.

One of my best friends is coming home in one month from his mission! I'm so excited to see him; it's hard to believe that he's been gone for basically two years.

That's all for now. I hope you're all doing well!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Feminism Rules!

First of all, watch this video. I just did, and it made me cry.

Lately, I have discovered that I am definitely a pretty hardcore feminist. I love being a woman, I love my body, and I love what women have accomplished and what we will accomplish.

I think it's so easy to get discouraged about being a woman. In today's society, women feel the pressure to be someone else's idea of perfect, which usually entails being tall and thin, having clear skin, long, wavy hair, a kick-ass wardrobe, and probably some hot man candy. The fact of the matter is, hardly any women look like that, and for a lot of women, it's not possible. Making us feel insecure about our looks is one of the biggest ways that men gain control over women. In a society that takes everything at face value, it's easy to judge people based on how they look.

Women aren't built to be thin. We're built to have babies and protect them. Our bodies are meant to be strong and healthy and active, and I am one hundred percent sure that we were not put on this earth to be hungry and pining to look like someone else our whole lives.

Now, I'm not saying that being thin is bad, because its not. But what my point is is that neither is being fat, or short, or having curly hair or a crooked nose, or a big mouth. We can't, to a large degree, control what we look like. But we can control what we think and feel about ourselves. Some women like eating, some women like exercising. Some women are muscular, and others are fleshy. Women's bodies are capable of such variety, it's amazing really, but so often we ignore the things that are so incredible about our bodies because they don't look like women in movies or tv shows.

I honestly believe that the idea of perfection that many people have about looks is something created by a few (not very smart) men who want women to submit to them. If we are too busy worrying about our weight or what others think about our bodies, how can we apply our minds to anything? How can we solve the great problems of the world? How can we support and encourage each other? A male standard or "beauty" is no standard at all; it's a pipe dream.

In a perfect world, all women would realize that their bodies are strong and beautiful, and more importantly, their minds are also strong and beautiful. Whether you are straight or gay, black or white, transgender, religious or not, rich or poor, whatever, you are a powerful creature, capable of so much more than a male-controlled society will let you do.

At first, I thought that it would be difficult to push back against these ideals, and then I found easy ways to do it in m every day life.

1. I like wearing skinny jeans and fitted shirts. I do it. I don't care if people don't like my muffin top or my big boobs. I don't care if my thighs rub together, and I don't care if maybe wearing two different kinds of plaid together is not the best idea. I am going to wear what I want.

2. I do not condone or participate in slut shaming, or any kind of judging of other women's sex lives. I live by the S&P code. Women's bodies are their own to do whatever they want with them, especially when it comes to sex. I'm a virgin, and I don't really plan on having sex anytime soon, but what business of mine is it if another woman wants to? Slut shaming is another thing that men pulled out of their butts one day to control women. You've all heard the argument that a man sleeping around is okay, and even encouraged, but women are sluts if they do? It's absolutely true. Men are often rewarded by their peers for being sexually active. Women, though? Sleeping with lots of guys makes them easy.

3. I speak my mind and don't let anyone tell me what to do. Being a feminist is that easy. All you have to do is be yourself and not apologize for it, to anyone, ever. We have as much a right to have a personality, have ideas, be outspoken, make mistakes, and be political as men do, and everyone should exercise that.

To the women reading this: you are powerful, you are important, you are beautiful, inside and out. I love you, and I support you in everything that you do. I hope that you extend these feelings to all the women in your life. I truly believe that it is in our power to make changes in the world that matter if we work together and make the world a positive place for females.