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.