Sunday, May 5, 2013

6 Things I Will Never Find Funny

Friday night, into Saturday morning, a friend and I were talking about how upset we get when people joke about certain things.  We both agreed that we feel like we're perceived as bitches who don't know how to take a joke when we point out that it's not okay to joke about some things.  Here are the things that will never be funny or acceptable to joke about with me.

1) Rape.  I just don't understand what's so funny.  What do people find funny about it?  The physical and emotional and mental turmoil?  Is it that?  Or how about how unsafe people feel doing simple things like walking to their car by themselves.  Is it that?  Nope, I fail to see the humor in that and I'm okay with not having a disgusting sense of humor.

2) Dead Babies.  I started hearing dead baby jokes my senior year in high school and I was instantly disgusted and confused.  I thought: Is there an inside joke about dead babies that I'm not in on? and Maybe 'dead babies' is code for something less terrible.  But, alas, people actually thought/think the dead baby jokes are funny.  I just don't understand why death is funny to people.

3) Domestic Violence/Physical Dominance.  I think people, in general, don't realize how many people have had experience with 'mild' or major domestic violence.  Or how scary it is to know that this person could really damage you if they so choose.  A friend told me how she was sitting at a table with about 12 other ladies and one had bad bruises from some physical activity (like a Mud Run), when a familiar man walked up and joked about her being in a new relationship and her new boyfriend laying a harsh hand on her.  At that table there was at least one woman, that my friend knew of, who had been physically abused by a man, the women at the table didn't find it funny.  I remember being startled at the strength of my then boyfriend one day when we were making-out and he penned me down (without my permission) and held me down, just to see if he could.  It wasn't sexy, it was scary; he overpowered me and, at that moment, I could physically do nothing to escape it.  Domestic violence and people using their strength to dominate others isn't funny, and joking about it shows insensitivity and doesn't portray one as a safe person.

4) Retardation/Disabilities/Disorders.  When people call things/situations 'retarded' it makes me angry.  People have retardations (they are not retarded); a retardation is when someone has a delay in some way.  For instance, someone could have a cognitive retardation/delay.  That means this person may processes/learn things slower than people who have no delay.  Situations you don't like are NOT retarded.  And it's offensive that someone associates something they don't like or that they find to be negative with something someone has, like a retardation/delay or a disability someone has.  Or when someone calls another person 'schizo' (schizophrenia) when they think they're are acting neurotic.  People with delays, disabilities, and disorders are people who often are marginalized and the last thing they, or anyone, needs is to be made into a stigma simply because of something they have, not even something they are.

5) Discrimination/Inequality.  Racism, sexism, ageism, breedism, classism...any -ism I hate.  Jokes about why do women need drivers licenses when you don't need a car to navigate around the house.  Or when people make jokes about all Latinos having rough hands because all they do is manual labor.  Or how about the terrible assumption that all staffordshire terriers (pitbulls) are monsters because of the ones who fight.?  Yes there are women who choose to be stay-at-home moms/wives; yes there are Latinos who do manual labor; and yes there are dogs who are trained to be fighters...but just because there are examples of these stereotypes being perpetuated, does not mean that these instances are an accurate or fair depiction of these groups as a whole.  I've grown up with people who are racist, sexist, and ageist and growing up around it hasn't made me less sensitive to or less aware of how terrible discrimination is.  In fact, it's made me more of an advocate for equality.  I believe these discriminatory attitudes are what make people feel less loved than they truly are and the world certainly doesn't need less love.  We all, people, were each created with such care and purpose, and to say that one group of people is better than another based on features that makes us unique, not wrong, isn't how we should be living our lives.  We should be treating our fellow Earth dwellers, people-animal-plant, like the Beloveds they are.

6) Suffering.  It concerns me when people make jokes about the Holocaust, slavery (then and now), colonization, war, killing animals, or anything like that because suffering is possibly the worst form of existence on this planet.  Making light, or fun, of the suffering of others is concerning to me because encouraging/causing the suffering of others, or even oneself, is simply dehumanizing and laughing about it is furthering it.  Even if it's happened in the past.  Knowing that people are suffering everyday everywhere should be a call to action, not a casting call for jokes.

Well, I think that about covers it.  I think the more specific things can nicely be sorted into these different categories.  So when a 'joke' is being made about one of the above, please know that I am either about to speak up in protest or instantly want out of the conversation and possibly out of the group of people as a whole.

Friday, April 12, 2013

I Like Tumblrs

Tumblr is basically a picture sharing website.  You can create an account, much like you do a blog, and post things you find on the internet, pictures/videos you take, all sorts of stuff.  Here are my favorite tumblrs.

1) My Friends Are Married.  This blog is so funny and I can relate so stinkin' much with the different posts.  The older I get, the more people I know are getting married.  It's normal, I guess, but marriage isn't even in my foreseeable future, so this tumblr is perfect for me.

2) E is for Educator.  I am an educator and it's so nice to visit this site and feel understood and in good, fun, company of fellow educators.

3) The Bearded.  I love bearded men.  When I look at this site, I think "Praise the Lord!"  I don't know who these men are, but I enjoy their faces.  Way to go.


4) Reasons My Son is Crying.  This tumblr brings me to tears...of laughter.  These kids must be exhausted from all their meltdowns by the end of the day.  This is another reason I don't want kids, not a fan of crying.

5) Sports Balls Replaced With Cats.  I don't have any desire to have a cat as a pet, but this tumblr is too funny.  Sports are not interesting, but when they involve animals, I'll likely hop on board.

Well that's what I got, but I'm always open for more so suggest away.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Footprint

Lately, I've been feeling like what I do, teach general elementary music, doesn't matter.  It's not that I don't think music, Art, doesn't matter, and it's not that I don't think education doesn't matter.  I am a strong believer that music education does good for everyone...but I'm, somehow, not feeling like what I'm doing is really contributing well to the world.  That's a problem because all I've ever wanted to do is have a positive footprint on this world (so vague).  Last Sunday I was out to lunch with a couple friends and I asked them if they ever feel like what they do doesn't matter?  Like it's superfluous, maybe selfish.  They both said yes and that if I'm feeling that way at a job that I do find to be important, then I'm probably not at the right job.  Then she said something that her roommate had told her: make a list of the things I love and that are important to me, then find a job that incorporates that list.  So here's my list.  Here's my list of things that I'm passionate about, things that are important to me, things that I love. (in no particular order)

1) Art.  Hopefully you saw that one coming.  Art (music/visual art/dance/etc) has never not been a part humanity.  Art is essential to being human.  The different forms Art takes both intrigues me and inspires me; and I want everyone to let their inner artist out.

2) Animals.  The more I don't eat them, the more I love them.  They are excellent and bring such joy to this world.  I believe people should treat animals with more respect and dignity not only by not eating them, but by caring for them as cohabitants of this Earth, not just as a means to make money.



3) Hurting People.  Young and old, male and female, people are hurting.  This is such a broad list of people.  The brokenness of the world effects everyone, but some it hits extra hard, it seems.  I wish I could just fix everyone's problems, but I unfortunately feel completely paralyzed most of the time.  I want everyone to feel loved and known.

4) Stewardship.  I believe in being a good steward of everything given to me: body, mind, spirit, possessions, other living creatures, everything's been given to us.  There are some things I'm a struggling steward of and some things I don't even give a second glance or consideration of, but for the most part I try to be mindful of most things.  A behavior I see a lot of in the USA is wastefulness or maltreatment of our things and people that make up our life, major or minor roles.  I would love to see more conservation and consideration of our natural resources.  Or even small things on the home front like buying food and preparing it, then eating out so much the prepared food goes to waste; that's wasteful of both the food and the money.

5) Education.  Education has always been a prominent part of my life.  Having aunts, uncles, and grandparents that play(ed) some type of role in the education system, has education in the forefront of my mind my whole life.  I've always loved school, except in 11th grade, and have always wanted to be in an educational environment.  I believe that education elevates and changes both the educators and the pupils.


6) Social Justice.  I would love to live in a society in which everyone is treated with love and respect. It's not always easy, but I believe it's important to treat someone with respect not because they've done anything to earn it, but because they are humans just like all of us.  I'd love to have everything equitable, no one needing anything (food, clothes, shelter) because the Haves willingly, without soliciting, step up and provide for their fellow humans.

Well, that's my list.  The above are things that I am really passionate about.  The things that make me get my soapbox out.  Perhaps I could hone in on somethings, but I don't want to exclude.  So now I need help.  What are some occupations that somehow incorporate all of the above.  I want my time on this Earth to matter, not so I can make a big name for myself, some flashy legacy, but so people's lives/animals' lives/Earth's life get better.  Help me out.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Reading is FUNdamental

So I technically work for a major book store chain.  The frozen yogurt shop at which I work is attached to said book store, so I'm considered an employee of the store.  One of the perks of being an employee of the book store is that I get a 20% discount, but this month is Employee Appreciation Month; this means, amongst other things, I now get a 30% discount on most things in the bookstore (instead of just getting 30% off on paydays).  This is pretty great, but I haven't been taking advantage of it, until yesterday.  Yesterday, I finally cashed in the $60 dollars worth of book store gift cards I've gotten from different things at work.  I ended up paying only $32 for $130 worth of books with my discount and gift cards.  It was glorious.  Here are the books I got and why I chose them.



1) A Thousand Splendid Suns.  I read Khaled Mosseni's first book, The Kite Runner, in University in some English class or something.  The Kite Runner really sobered and intrigued me because it told the story of a relationship I have never and will never experience.  Other places, other cultures, fascinate me and I know A Thousand Splendid Suns will likely do the same.

2) The Paris Wife.  I asked for recommendations and this one came up.  Apparently it's really popular: it was on a special table at the book store, the one for popular reads.  It seems slightly romancey and I'm not really into romance novels, but I think it's less about their, Ernest Hemingway and his wife Hadley, romance and more about the unraveling of it.  I have a fascination, okay, obsession, with the expat lifestyle and would like to see about this version of that lifestyle.

3) One Hundred Years of Solitude.  Well, I've heard of this book and one of my roommates loves this book, but to be honest, I'm just in love with the cover.  It's really beautiful.  I have a great interest in Latin America, culture and history, and this book is said to be an allegory for turning points in South American history.

4) A Long Way Gone.  I don't think I've ever heard of this book, but it caught my eye and I immediately put it in my pile.  It's an autobiography of a former child soldier from Sierra Leon.  The lives of the child soldiers rip my heart out.  They're the same kids I teach and have taught, they just were/are forced to kill to survive themselves.  I love peoples' stories, even when they're nightmares.

5) Don Quixote.  This book is SUPER old and is legendary.  I first fell in love with this story when I saw it reenacted on Wishbone and would love to actually read the story.  I bought the book with part one and two.  It's long, but I'm pretty sure it'll be great.

6) Bossypants.  I really like Tina Fey; I think she's talented and smart and pretty.  I thought this'd be a nice, light read.

7) Tattoos of the Heart.  My pastor has talked about this book a number of occasions and every time I've become more captivated with this story, this ministry.  Homeboy Industries is a phenomenal ministry that foster redemption and second chances.

8) The House of  the Spirits.  I actually have no idea what this book is about, but a friend recommended it and I have known about the author, Isabel Allende, since senior year in high school.  My Spanish teacher spoke of her fondly.  I have high hopes for this one.

9) Uncle Tom's Cabin.  This book has made some history and I want to read why.

Cheers to reading.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Can't Sleep, Real Nightmares

It's 3am.  I was asleep, but then I woke up as I usually do.  Since I don't have to get up early, I decided to peruse Twitter for a little bit and came across this little opinion piece that will serve as my weekly list post.  Sex trafficking isn't news to me, but it's presence in the USA was made known to me in college when I learned about it's large presence in Greensboro, where I went to school, and other places in North Carolina, when I attended some kind of informational meeting(s) or something.  Reading the piece made me sad so I tried to get my mind off of it by doing a little Facebooking.  But that didn't work because suddenly my mind was racing with nightmarish thoughts about all the evil and pain and sadness and fear and hate in the World.  Suddenly, I was back to being my 13-14 year old self crying myself in and out of sleep in the middle of the night, crying out to God, because I saw, I see, all this horror in the World and feel completely overwhelmed and paralyzed and ashamed.  I was gonna write a silly list post about things that make me cry (i.e. puppies, The Ellen Show), but then I decided to write an almost tribute to myself about what I like about me and turning 25.  I couldn't muster up much for both, I didn't feel like writing.  I feel like writing now.

Overwhelmed/paralyzed/ashamed.  In addition to the heartache I feel for people who are abused/marginalized/hated/used, I feel overwhelmed/paralyzed/ashamed.  Overwhelmed because there are so many people, more daily, who are victims, past-present-future.  Overwhelmed because there are so many ways people can be mistreated and it seems there are new ways created daily, it's hard to keep up.  Paralyzed because I wouldn't even know where to begin to help.  Paralyzed because I can't choose just one 'cause' to devote myself to because I hurt for all.  Paralyzed because I feel small and insignificant and dumb and ill-informed and incapable.  Ashamed because I do nothing.  Ashamed because I have such a great life for which I'm often ungrateful.  Ashamed because I think of all the slaves that made my clothes, electronics, furniture, my stuff.  Ashamed because I am so selfish, so self-absorbed at times.

Then I get to thinking about if what I do, teach music, matters.  And while, for the most part, I am firm and passionate advocate for education (NOT the education system), it often seems in vain when held up to the monster of human trafficking.  It makes me want to go all Bryan Mills and start kicking ass and taking names internationally and nationally.  It makes me want to go into every brothel, every concentration camp, every street corner, every factory, every field, every unsafe home, every cult compound, every sex temple, every trash dump, every ditch ,every guarded border, every refugee camp, every orphanage, every child soldier camp and say 'sorry' and cry and hug and rescue and fix.  But then I feel overwhelmed, then paralyzed, and, finally, ashamed.

So then what do I do?  What can I do?  How does one go (back) to sleep knowing that just down the road, just across the globe, there are real, living-breathing, nightmares happening now?  Perhaps I should feel empowered, but I don't; I can't shake this overwhelmed/paralyzed/ashamed feeling.  What sorry excuses to not help others.  If I wait until I feel 'ready' then I will never help.  So is this a call to action?

Thursday, February 28, 2013

From a Vegetarian to a Vegetarian

I'm a vegetarian and I really like being one.  I'm considering becoming a different type of vegetarian and have been thinking about it for the past couple weeks.  It wouldn't be a huge change for me but it would be a change and would restrict my eating even more.  A couple days ago I was talking to a friend about my considering this change and she said "Oh, you're considering becoming a legit vegetarian."  There are many people who are in this camp with her, who believe that vegetarians who eat fish (pescetarians) aren't legitimate vegetarians.  This comment insulted me because 1) I'm in the camp who believes vegetarians who eat fish are every bit as vegetarians as vegans (people who eat no animal products like honey/milk/eggs) and 2) people who aren't vegetarian have a lot of misconceptions about vegetarianism, even when close with vegetarians, that often cause them to inadvertently insult vegetarians.  Anyway, I'm considering giving up fish/sea food and becoming a lacto-ovo vegetarian (does eat dairy and egg).  It wouldn't be that big of a leap for me since I already don't eat fish often (maybe a few times a month) anyways, but I actually do enjoy the taste of (most) fish unlike any other animals.  Growing up, I never had a problem eating fish like I did chicken/cow/pig/other animals; I would happily eat it without bracing myself or groaning   So now I'm really considering just not eating fish as well. I don't think I'll miss fish that badly, except when fish tacos are available.  So here's a list of reasons why giving up fish is a good idea.

1) Explanation. I won't have to explain why eating fish is acceptable.  People get surprisingly rude about it and I don't know why they're being so rude because they eat all animals and I'm not insulting them.

2) Cooking.  I just don't wanna touch raw fish and if I continue to eat it fish I will, eventually, have to learn to cook it raw (and not just pre-breaded and frozen and pop it in the toaster oven, which is the only way I cook it).  If I stop eating fish, I won't ever have to learn to cook it properly.

3) Disappointment.  All chain restaurants I've eaten at that serve fish have greatly disappointed me.  Bar-Grill places, like Chili's, take fish and then ruin it and then serve it to their customers.  Please stop.  If I stop eating fish, I won't have to worry about disappointment from poorly prepared fish.

4) Death.  I'm constantly fearful that someone I know and love will get sick and die because of under-cooked/improperly stored meat.  When I eat fish, I am fearful of the same thing.  I won't have to worry about death or sickness nearly as much, if at all, because I'm not eating fish.  That's the great part about veggies, they can never be under-cooked because you can eat them raw (also, they're freaking delicious)!

I was basically trying to convince myself to give up fish, but used blogging as an excuse.  I feel good about this decision, I'm think I'm gonna go through with it.


Friday, February 22, 2013

Internal Cheering

There are some things in life I cheer for, silently.  I may give a solid, mental "YESSSS!" or give a mental high five, but when I really like seeing something, I affirm it even when alone, even silently.

1) Interracial Couples.  I grew up with race being a big deal and point of contention between my parents and me.  I didn't see what the big deal having majority White or Indian or Latina friends was, but my parents showed concern.  When I was finally allowed to date in high school, I was told I could only date black guys.  That didn't jive well with me, because I didn't want to limit myself on who I was to love based on something so surface as physical features.  So when I see interracial couples I see progress.  I see love and understanding and respect; I do not see traitors or sell outs.  I will likely never understand my parents' thinking because interracial friendships and marriages are literally how we exist today.  My dad's grandma was half Black, half White.  My mom's dad is half Cherokee, a quarter Black, and a quarter White.  So it's a little confounding and silly to me when people, anyone, are anything but supportive of interracial relationships, because there was likely some mixing in their genealogy.


2) Cows.  There are cow pastures by where I live that I pass often and every time I pass them I cheer on the cows for still being alive, even though I know that they will be killed and eaten.  Cows are not pretty or smart, but they are living creatures and nice, polite ones at that.  I feel gratified that I get to help them live by not eating them.  I like helping others, even if 'others' are dumb, smelly cows.



3) Short Haired Women.  I have short hair.  I love having short hair.  When I see women rocking short hair, I automatically want to be friends with them.  I love that they, we, aren't conforming to society's standards of beauty that say 'to be beautiful, a woman must have short hair'.

4) Well Behaved Children.  I downright REJOICE when I see children in public places who are well behaved.  Working in a mall, I see hundreds of children in a shift and many of them are throwing fits or crying/screaming/yelling/just plain loud.  I don't understand the bravery/insanity of parents who take their kids out in public, seems like an embarrassing hassle.  So when there's a child who is following directions (the first time) and not being so loud, I can't help but smile to myself.  Way to go parents.


5) Music & Instruments.  I can play a lot of instruments and I really like to talk about instruments.  Guitar doesn't impress me, unless they can do something more than strum and they can read music, not just tab.  But someone who can play wind or orchestral instruments and read their music makes me feel encouraged as a music teacher.  Also, that person automatically becomes a much more intelligent person in my eyes.  Music's the best.


I have nothing else to say.