Monday, March 15, 2010

*gasp* I'm back! seems that with all the tweaking done on the school's super amazing internet, my blog has been blocked, so not even I, Sooki, can edit or read or visit it! How tragic.
I missed my baby.

Looks like me and my best buddy LIBRARY are going to become even closer.

I think it's rather ridiculous that a blog website is blocked. There is no profanity, or even slightly inappropriate content on here. I think the point of these is to prevent our communication with the outside world, which is, in effect, a pointless venture. Dangling something like this out of the reach of exceptionally resourceful high school students is only going to provoke them to find ways around it, or push their way through to access information and outlets they wouldn't have been that excited about if said content was not blocked! *breathes for air*

And in doing that, they will only jeopardize our internet situation even more. It's quite the unnecessary circle.

That, and I have a research paper to write! Subject: Powerful Women and Their Negative Portrayal in Classical Literature. Whoop de doo!

So, I missed the International Day for Women (on which I attended the Vagina Monologues, which in a word, were STUNNING), and many other events that have already been blogged into oblivion. Talk about a casualty.

Alas, I shall have to cut mine losses and move on!
There is research to be done, and in the meantime, moral outrage may simmer. Fare thee well for now, mine love.


Monday, March 1, 2010

On age! And stuff!

Wow it's been a reallllly long time since I've been here. Alas, internet here is erratic at best! I count myself lucky to have a connection now.

I was reading a stunning article by the Voracious Vegan and it really started me to thinking about the aging process. It's as though from the earliest imaginable age, we are indoctrinated and brainwashed with propaganda regarding how we are going to perceive our bodies in a few short decades. Everyone has seen this kind of behavior from truly beautiful, young women.

They cry and tear at their hair (figuratively, of course) about how ugly and wrinkly and disgusting they are. I've grown up like this. My wonderful mother has been wailing and trying to reverse the aging cycle any way she can for as long as I can remember. She's a very attractive woman, and she still gets periodic glances from men (which she eats up); but even with this self-esteem modifier, she still feels like she's going down a slippery slope.

It's how the human body works. It's not meant to look young and firm and supple until the day you die. Of course, this does NOT make you any less beautiful when you grow older. I've always been of the opinion that older people have their own alluring brand of attractiveness. It's what comes with the territory of aging; once you don't have to worry about conforming to society's standards of beauty and unreachable youthfulness, you are free to be yourself again!

From a teenager's standpoint, all of this may seem silly; we're at our supposed prime. This is really only true for those with wicked self confidence though. The rest of us feel awkward, gawky, uncomfortable in our own skin, and embarrassed sometimes. Now, we are still beautiful human beings, but it's really hard to accept this fact and announce it to the world.

One thing I've only started thinking about recently was how ingrained age culture seems to be in our society. I've had loads of health problems over the years: I've got arthritis in my hip, shoddy lungs, and a less than ideal ticker. Fact remains that I'm still a relatively healthy sixteen year old girl.

And yet while walking with my friends, we'll say something and one of us will exclaim, "God, I'm so OLD!"
Like it's a bad thing?
I just found it interesting how quickly phrases like that come upon the tongue. It's like when someone calls something "crazy" or "lame" or something along those lines. Ingrained privilege.
I'll try make "old" in that derogatory context less a part of my vocabulary.


Listening to: Norah Jones

Gorgeous picture found here.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Haha; I get it! Not.

Found via Oddly Specific, this picture makes me sad. Is it supposed to be witty? Ironic? Just knee knocking hilarious?

I don't get it.

It just reeks of ableism to me. Wow, we need some kind of pitch to market our cave system; let's pick on people that are already marginalized by society. It's not like they can read the sign, right?

Please, like stumbling around in a cave (probably with lights and guides; don't quote me on that though) can give you even a glimpse of what it's like to be blind. I know I have no idea.

I'm pretty sure they could have chosen from a multitude of other slogans to attract tourism; "Welcome to the Very Dark Caves: Watch your step!" or "Welcome to the Very Dark Caves: Guided Tours Available!"

Actually, they should probably change the name too. It's not very creative, and is a lot harder to market than certain other rock formations.

Am I taking this all too seriously? I think not. I mean, way more ableist comments are made with greater severity than this, but brushing this off is just ignoring the problem. And that is definitely not the path to take to a more inclusive and happy society.

Just my $0.02

Yours Truly,


Sunday, February 14, 2010

New Hair! hair's kinda gone, and my word is it gorgeous. Sure, it's waaaay out of the comfort zone, but whatevs.
This is my date face.

It's kinda bugging me how people find the need to refer to it as boyish and make disparaging remarks about my sexuality. But so as not to be found hypocritical, I thought it at the beginning too. But really, what does it really matter if one's hair looks "boyish" or "girlish?" I think that these are outdated ways of describing things.

Also, I don't see why it's a bad thing if people automatically assume that I like women. Anyone that knows me would know otherwise, but seriously, why is it SUCH A HUGE THING. Regardless of my sexuality, I'm a good person that tries to do good things. Who I choose to moon over doesn't change that.

If you feel good about how your hair looks (or any other part of your body), then other people's opinions don't really matter, right?
Well, it isn't always that easy I guess. We rely WAY too much on what other people think of us. For many, it's the basis of our self esteem and confidence. If other people think we look terrible, and make extraneous effort to inform us of this fact, then that can really bring a lady down. It's pretty unfair.

But forget about what other people say! I'm beautiful, you're beautiful, every woman on the entire planet is simply gorgeous, no matter what anyone else says. And the sooner we realize that, the happier 51% of the population is going to be.

Love you,


Saturday, February 13, 2010

Your Daily Empowerment Happy

Found via Feministing, this video makes me want to wiggle in self satisfaction and give conspiratorial glances to my fellow lady friends. (Kinda NSFW if your boss doesn't dig an f-bomb and an angry woman)

On a more disappointing note, I recieved an email from a beloved relative of mine with some troubling elements in it. You know those "Demotivational Posters?" Like the black background with an often offensive picture and some cynical text? Well, this is what I got:

WOMEN: It's dangerous outside of the kitchen.

And... *drumroll* Are you ready?!

SEXISM: Only ugly bitches complain about it.

I got this email from a woman. And I guess she found it funny; but how could she? She's of the same generation preaching love and acceptance, but then it's almost as if she is advocating this brand of apathetic sexism.

That makes me sad. But the protestor in piccy two makes me happy. I want to be her, in a totally non-creepy kind of way.

Ever thoughtful,

Friday, February 12, 2010


No, this is not a pitch for miracle diet weight loss ohemgeez you fat ladies need to take these special SCIENCE PILLS omgwtfbbq

Or teeth whiteners.
Or a science based dating service.

*screeching halt*

This isn't about material happiness or daily contentment, either.

Via Slashdot, I found an article talking about an intriguing new surgery that brings a sense of inner peace.
In Italy, doctors removed brain tumors from the parietal cortex and frontal regions of the brain. When questioned after recovery (hopefully once the anesthetic has worn off a bit) patients had to answer a series of questions regarding their general sense of well being and spirituality.

The results were very interesting, to say the least.
When the patients had tumors removed from the parietal cortex, they reported a great increase in self-transcendence.

For those with frontal region tumors removed, there was no change in their spirituality level.

So basically, tampering with the parietal cortex part of the brain can make you more spiritual, such as feeling as though everything is connected, or is part of a larger organism. Interesting. One must remember though that spirituality and religion are different, and are controlled by different regions of the brain.

Adam and Floating Brain God

Poking your brain isn't going to make you start worshiping a deity previously unacknowledged.

This raises some fun questions about the basis of human spirituality. For some people, this could be construed as a form of blasphemy. It could be difficult to maintain one's faith if spirituality, one of the basis of human religion, could be attributed to chemical processes and the intricate workings of the brain. Instead of a holy quality bestowed upon us by a higher being, our innate desire to feel closer to something is nothing more than biology, or...dare I say....perhaps evolution.

Personally, I don't feel like this is going to affect my particular spiritual proclivities. If our brains have a center specifically geared towards a feeling of spiritual fulfillment, then great. For all we know, the Creator (if you're into that) built the human brain that way, letting it evolve into its current state over millions of years. Big whoop.

Then again, religion really doesn't have anything to do with it. (see above regarding brain centers) One can be spiritual without belonging to a particular religion. It's just that those that DO conform to certain religious practices may be about to undergo a crisis in faith.
Or not.
Just something to think about.

On a side note, this whole post may be irrelevant. There are not any sources cited in the article, though it comes from Scientific American. Also, the test subject sample size was abhorrently low, so MUCH more testing will be necessary to make any real advances or claims.

Til later, Sooki

Scientific American

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Well hello, my PREETIE

It's wonderful to be home! I missed the ability to walk across a room without having to get all scrunchy and ninja-like.
Listening: Heart.

Tonight promises to be exciting: Indian food and awesomeness with some of the most high fashion, intelligent girlies in my semi-hometown.

So, what is tonight's gorgeous ensemble?

Wow, that really is a bad picture.
But apathy prevails!!

Cutesy zipppppy shirt by W@llm@rt, along with stripy undershirt. Beaded necklace DYI by my cute 9 year old neighbor.
Watch by W@llm@rt; purple bracelet by NARAL.
You should check them out.
SUPER SLIT skirt by mum's closet.
Stripy Wicked Witch of the West socks by: way too long ago to remember.
Buckley pirate boots by either Charlotte Russe or modcloth. Depends on where you shop.