I want you to picture something for me. Don't question it right now, just humour me.
***trigger warning ahead***
Picture 33 women you know and care about in some way. Your mum, daughter/s, sister/s, aunt/s, neice/s, girlfriend/s, friends. Picture 33 of them. Think about how much you love for them- some obviously more then others. Just linger on that feeling for a while, how much these people mean to you. They may annoy you at times but they all have had an impact on your life.
Now imagine a male standing next to them. Someone who they care about, a husband, boyfriend, father, friend... See the two of these people standing next to each other. You may know some of these males, you may be friends with some of these males.
Now imagine those men turning to the women and killing them. Some beat these women until they can't breathe on their own. Some use objects- knives, cars, kitchen utensils. Some use their bare hands. Some turn the women's minds against them to the point they kill themselves.
Are you disturbed yet? Have you cringed? Do you not like thinking about this? Have I just made it too personal?
If I have, then good.
These are the facts 33 women have been killed in Australia this year. Each of these women personally knew the person who killed them.
It's easy to take a step back and say, it's just 33 women, to say I don't know them so it doesn't matter to me. But what if you did know these women? Because they are all someone's daughter, someone's friend, someone's sister.
This is got to stop. The time is now to open up these channels of communication and say enough is enough. How much harder would you fight if it was one of those women you pictured who were amount that 33?
Men, how would you feel if you knew it was one of your family or friends who killed one of those women you just pictured? Would that change the way you currently view domestic violence? Would that change the way you currently act about it?
I am not trying to blame or shame anyone (apart from those who intentionally hurt others), but I am asking the question of what needs to change in your life for you to pay attention? For you to do something? For you to stand up to friends, family, mates and say 'that's not cool'. Why does it take making it personal for a change to maybe happen?
Keep in mind, 33 is just the number of women who have been killed by a significant other. The total number of women killed in Australia this year stands at 63. Add another 30 women you know to the original 33 you pictured.
So I've taken out this new policy with myself. If I'm feeling uncomfortable with the way you're treating me or talking to me I'm gonna do something about it. Now if I enjoy your company then it will generally be to dismiss what you say and hope you get the hint it was inappropriate. If that doesn't work the first time I'm gonna tell you it was inappropriate. If that still doesn't work I will call your shit out. The way you react is entirely on you. The fun part for me is watching how you react and make an absolute fool of yourself and oh boy did I have a doosy today that I want to tell you all about.
I was talking to a 'friend' who has been known to objectify me in the past and who has apologised for doing so. I always enter conversations with this person carefully. A conversation ensued. Objectivity ensued. I ignored it. He asked why I ignored it. I said it wasn't his place to comment. He said he didn't care he was going to comment anyway and I'd 'lost faith' in my looks. I said it didn't matter if I had or hadn't it wasn't up to him to restate whatever faith I had or hadn't lost. He said if I want to be known in the world I'd better get used to random people commenting on my body. I said people can comment all they want it doesn't mean I have to respond, hence why I ignored the comment to begin with. He made a quip about the demise of my looks. I called him on it. He called me judgemental, snooty and ignorant. Then blocked me.
As I said, I get to laugh at the people who make fools of themselves.
Now, even though this person won't read this (and yes there are people on my fb who know this person even though I'm not connected with him), let me make this clear. You don't get to make me comment on my body. If I want to respond to your comments I will. Cat calling me over the net is not on, not is it appreciated. Especially after I've made it clear you are not in the position to make such statements. People can comment all they want about me, I don't care what people have to say about me. But as soon as you start trying to pull me into your bullshit, I'm gonna a) call you on it and b) get the hell out of there. If you don't like it, tough luck. You don't deserve me.
Okay, I've avoided saying anything on this so I'll say my view on this once and once only. The Bali 9 ringleaders are being led to their execution, a lot of people are saying they should be kept alive. I don't agree. Why? It basically comes down to stupid is as stupid does. These two men, who knew what the consequences would be- knowing full well Bali uses the death penalty- if they got caught, brought drugs into Indonesia. They got caught. So now they face the consequences they knew about to begin with. It's their own fault. Yes, there have been other people who have done the same thing and gotten away with it and they've been very bloody lucky. But these guys got caught. Not to mention the effects those drugs could have had on the streets and how many lives were saved by catching these guys. These two were the ring leaders, they got other people involved to knowingly break the law. If Indonesians did the same thing in our country then they would be punished in our legal system, why are we asking Indo to change their rules for our people when we wouldn't do the same for them? I'm feel for the families who will be losing loved ones, but the two men themselves only got what was coming to them. #sorrynotsorry
I, as a white female in my almost mid 20's get told on a daily basis through every media outlet I am privy to that I should be happy. I should be happy with the way I look regardless of what society says. I should be happy with my group of friends because I am lucky to have people around me. I should be happy that I'm single because it means that I have the chance at finding myself and being more happy about myself. I should be happy with my life because I am alive. I should be happy to be happy because I have the chance to. And I am selfish if I don't feel that way. I am a lucky girl who lives in a lucky world so I should be happy about it. No pressure.
This consistent insistence on being happy is driving me nuts. But how do I say that without sounding like a ungrateful, spoiled little girl? How about like this. Stop telling me to be happy.
I am allowed to have hang ups about my body (no matter what anyone tells me I will never like my thighs being the size they currently are), I am allowed to feel lonely and in need of night time company. I am allowed to feel sad and let my personal issues get the better of me. I am allowed to feel like people are sometimes too much for me and I don't want anyone around. I am allowed to wallow in self pity. It doesn't mean I will be in that state forever, but just because I am having a bad day or I'm not insatiably ecstatic about the sunrise doesn't mean I'm not mentally stable enough to get through life (also I'm pretty sure while on my death bed I will be able to count the times I will have been insatiably ecstatic about the sunrise on one hand).
When did our society become so hung up on being happy? I know a lot has been happening in the world that makes people want to turn away and fill their lives with the niceties. Or are we as a society still trying to achieve that elusive 'American Dream' prefect life (insert your own nationality). Or is it a little closer to home? The narcissistic nature of social media that pushes for everyone to have the better life, so- heaven forbid- nothing should be out of place and online your life should be perfect. Maybe that's what it is. You are so intent on making sure your high school rival or crush sees what an amazing time you're having without them that you make life annoying difficult for everyone else (see it sounds annoyingly spoiled, bratty and 'what about poor old me'. But tell me I'm wrong!). So you have to be happy. All the time. And so does everyone else because sharing is caring and you need to make sure that everyone else knows how happy you are so they can be just as happy as you.
Interestingly enough there have been quite a few studies done on this exact subject. Most come to the conclusion that actually yes, playing out the perfect, care free, I'm always feeling amazing online life is detrimental to not only your mental health but the mental health of those around you. My mental health I hear you say? Yep, your mental health. You know what your life is like and pretending otherwise can be a factor in depression, anxiety, FMO syndrome (why can't my life be like I want it to be, I have to post the perfect thing otherwise everyone will know the truth, what if I miss something while I'm not online and can't let people know what I think). There have also been links to technology addiction stemming from the insistence of the perfect life. The flip side being those who see your so called 'perfect life' do get jealous and wonder if it is so easy to attain that brilliantly wonderful life you have, why don't they have it too? There must be something wrong with them if it only take a few yoga poses and beach trips to get you so terrifically high on life you're perpetually on cloud 9. Again, no pressure.
So thank you yoga girl silhouetted against the sunrise and you free for all curly haired chick on my Instagram feed and you too, perfectly aligned spiritual colourful person to my left, I'm gonna sit here, bitch about my thighs and watch Smallville on repeat while I pray for my own superman to come bursting through the door and hope to god I wake up looking like Erica Durance (aka Lois Lane). Why? Because that makes me happy, well happy enough.
Now I normally don't jump on twitter bandwagons but this one is different. This one is raising a HUGE issue that many women face every single day. There have been other ways of trying to get this across to the general public (mainly the male populace), but it hasn't yet completely worked- I personally loved the french video that switched gender roles to show exactly what happens in day to day life, see that gem here (Oppressed Majority). heads up you do need to be over 18 to view that one. But the fact remains that women are still paid less than men, women are still expected to 'be there' for men, that dress codes are pointed out to women, that we are taught to expect crude comments and get told to 'take them as compliments', that if we do complain we are hysterical, that saying this makes me a feminist and 'why don't I just go and sleep with women if men offend me so much.' (yes, that is a quote). The fact remains that women are taught how to not get raped, yet boys and men are not taught to not rape. The fact remains that I have to be careful about how I dress and where (some of this is valid- I'm not gonna rock up to a job interview in sweats, but it also doesn't mean I should have to show the little cleavage I have to simply get the job.) And I have to be careful about what exactly I say when I'm out having fun. A guy grabs my ass and says I should feel good about myself? Yeah, think again. You grab my ass and I want to deck you (but I can't do that cause it's not lady like). Every woman I know has stories of being objectified daily. Yes daily. And for the men out there who don't believe me, who sit there reading this (if they've even gotten this far anyway, thank you to those who have) and say that I'm whining, take note of how often you personally say 'I wish I could do this or that (insert your own crude message in there) to that babe', 'I'm not gonna be happy if I don't get some tonight, I'm gonna make sure I get some tonight'... or others of the sort. Now imagine you being on the receiving end of that. We live in a culture where a guy not getting what he wants is more important than a women having control over her body. We live in a culture where if someone gets raped, they have to question if it had happened cause 'was I asking for it?' 'is it okay to say no at any time?' 'can I change my mind?' 'it was only sort of rape'. THIS NEEDS TO STOP. Lets get one thing straight guys if a girl says no- at any point- it means no. it means stop. it means fuck off (excuse the language).
This gets to me cause I have been in those situations. I have said no and a guy has kept going, I have been scared for my life walking down a street at night, I have been in a relationship where a guy can ask for anything he wants but as soon as I voice one opinion about what I want, I'm being clingy and needy and 'a girl'. I'm not saying this to get sympathy, I'm saying it to show that, guess what, it happens everyday to every woman.
so yes, this discussion needs to be had. have that discussion with your children, sons, brothers, dads, mums, parents, sisters, nieces, nephews, cause its not on and I'm no longer gonna sit back and let it happen. #yesallwomen are strong
I saw a Facebook post before showing a video in which a spider was supposedly being cute. Let me get one thing straight. Spiders are not cute. They are not cute. Or lovely. Or gorgeous. Or wonderfully incredible. They are horrid and scary and gross and shudder inducing. And horrid. They all need to die (and while yes I get that is that actually happened then the world would collapse as we know it. However, they can just stay the hell away from me. Cause they are not cute. They're horrid.
I have a bone to pick. Actually I have a bone to pick with wellbehavedmormanwoman (who we find out isn't so well behaved after all- remember how Jesus said to love everyone and not slander nor discriminate, and yes I believe that is in The Book of Morman- the actual book not the musical...). So I read a blog post she wrote on the movie Frozen in which she claimed the whole film was a pro-gay movie and while it was naively enjoyable any self respecting person who actually truly cared about their children will not go and see it, let alone endorse anything from it. (Read her full post here) Okay, I understand the whole wanting kids to be kids debate and the over-sexualisation of our society (that's a post for a different time). I'm all with you on that- not that she actually says anything about it in this post. But to accuse a children's movie of corrupting kids due to a possible understanding of the actual story... I think you've gone a bit too far. Does this mean you won't show your children Cinderella because of the possible relationships between the mice? Who knows what was happening there!? Or what about The Princess and the Frog? The fact the the crocodile in that was not only living in the birth place of Mardi Gras but played Jazz- the devils music of the 40's and 50's- must make you want to gag! Or lets look at Snow White... Guess where I'm going with that one. My point is if you want to find something- you will find it. And fine, if you don't want your children or grandchildren watching the movie/s that is entirely your prerogative. However, let me let you in on a few things.
The 'Gay Agenda'.
Everyone is equal and deserves to be equal- whether you like it or not. Just because you put yourself on a pedestal above others does not mean others want to be up there with you, nor does it mean you're entitled to be up there. You are no better or worse than those around you- gay or not. Also notice how if things were turned around how upset you would be- if anyone who doesn't 'believe' in gay marriage and relationships (I put that in quotation marks due to the absurdity that the union and love between two people should have to be believed by anyone else. It also pains me to write gay marriage simply because I don't see it as gay marriage or relationships- I see it as marriage and relationships.) were told they couldn't marry or be with the person they love due to someone else's opinion of who they are, there would be so much controversy! oh wait... *Insert extremely sarcastic look here*.
Bible View... (she pulls it out several times being of the LDS (Mormon) faith.
I know what it says in Leviticus 18:22 (yes I actually know what I'm talking about) but check out John 13:34-35 for me. For those who don't own or can't be bothered picking up their bible, this is what it says (and its all in red meaning Jesus is the one saying it) "A new commandment I give you, Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know you are my disciples, if you love one another." I'm pretty sure that's saying since Jesus loved you no matter what 'sin' you committed, you are love everyone in the same matter. And if you look all through out the bible, there are so many references to Jesus actually going up to the people who were ostracised, outcast, rejected and shunned by humanity and loving them the way they were meant to be loved. Helping them they way they needed and deserved to be helped. Accepting them the way they deserved to be accepted. Did he agree with everything they were doing? No. But did he protest and regulate them? Did he discriminate and slander them? Again, a resounding No.
Okay, back to Frozen.
Movies and art are created to evoke a response. So congratulations, you did exactly what the filmmakers wanted in the first place. Not the response they were hoping for, but a response nonetheless (and yes, I am well aware I am doing the same thing, now let me finish). I'm pretty sure you will find the themes and messages behind Frozen are far more kosher than what you want to believe. Instead of portraying messages of homosexual propaganda I'm 150% sure the writers were trying to create a new Disney world in which true love was not between someone you just met and had to leave your family for, but rather that family is the most important thing in anyone's life.
Elsa questions and declines Anna's decision to marry someone she just met because she cares for her and knows a little more about the world than her innocent sister. I believe this shows people who love you will do things for your own good even when you believe they are not- parents and grown kids, does this sound familiar? (and we all know Hans was the major douche of the entire movie. Proving that people aren't always what you expect them to be. I read a great perspective on this from Idena Menzel who actually voices Elsa, She said she loved what the movie did with Hans. She was trying to teach her son that some people aren't who they say they are, but it was quite difficult due to most cartoons the 'bad guy' is quite recognisable and easy to spot. Watching Frozen with him it helped that conversation in ways she couldn't have don on her own and gave him a point of reference for what she was talking about). It also contradicts pretty much all of Disney's other movies, and there is a lot to be said in that.
The actual song 'Let it Go' is another point of contention among a lot of religious groups, the best response I've heard so far is from Seth Adam Smith who so eloquently said Gasp! There ARE Hidden Messages in Disney's Frozen! This is the link to the post and brings up the rest of my points on this song and why those say there is only ever one meaning behind things are being ridiculous.
Besides, you wouldn't get AMAZING covers of the beautiful wonderful song, like this! (This is my all time favourite cover of this song!)
Anyway, I've probably badgered on about this long enough now. Enjoy The Piano Guys!
K
xo
So a bit of a back story- on NYE I got very sick, turns out it was a flu that turned into tonsillitis. Not fun, but I'm coming out the other end which is always good. So!
Being left without a voice for almost 3 days has been one of the most amazing accidents. Possibly ever. 2014- you are doing well so far. It has given me time to stop listening to the sound of my own voice ramble on and actually take in more as to what I'm thinking. They say that thinking is where our lives start. Our thoughts becomes words, our words become actions, actions become habits, habit becomes character. Character is what people see. I knew all of this and I thought that I knew what I was thinking- boy was I wrong. I caught myself judging soooo many people for the stupidest things. I caught myself doubting and pressuring and sabotaging myself. Me! I caught myself lying to myself. I caught myself being ungrateful, being selfish, being temperamental, being arrogant. I caught myself brushing others off, being too busy, losing sight of what's important. That those you love are safe and happy and healthy. Why? Because I let my voice take over. Anyone who knows me knows I can talk until the cows come home, until the fat lady sings, until your ear falls off, pick your metaphors. But there wasn't much of a time lately where I sat down and actually listened to myself.
I was reminded of when I was younger and I would just sit and listen. To anything, everything. Conversations, nature, noises. Tell me, what sound does a thimble make when it gets dropped into a creek? I wouldn't talk often, I would just sit and listen. I found it fascinating!! I would hear so much. And I'm not talking about reading in between the lines. I would hear unintentional inflections in people voices as well as those we control. I would hear the small ticks or habits they had when speaking- have you ever found yourself pronouncing a word the way your mother or father does or did and you have no idea how in the world it happened? How many of you know that most of the time there is at least one word that someone will repeat for no apparent reason? Some people have different volumes depending on who they're talking to, where as others it's all the same for everyone. Essentially basic sociopsychology. But what it meant was when I talked to people I could talk to them.
Or how about you stop hearing the talking. What else is happening? Can you hear the wind? Can you hear the fly? Which ear is picking it up? Can you audibly hear the beat of a butterfly's wings, or are you imagining a sounds because you can see it? Now tune out the sounds. Watch a tree when a breeze blows through it. Can you see where the breeze starts? Stops? Splits? Turns? Trace it with your eyes. See it. How far can you follow one grain of wood along a fence or a banister or a table. Look at how it turns and bends and knots. How about instead of talking we discover things again.
I loved doing this years ago, but I was taught to talk. And not just as a toddler, mummy, daddy, that business. But in a crowd. People aren't used to someone simply observing so they ask you questions, get you engaged not knowing you're probably the only one who is absolutely, completely engaged. You learn to ask questions. At first they're questions you've wanted to ask based on what you've seen. But that's too much for people, so you take a step back and ask more general questions. And soon enough you're just like everyone else in the room. Talking, talking, talking and never listening. Have you noticed those people that suddenly 'appear out of nowhere' but say something so profound and simple that they're remembered for weeks after. Yet you can't remember the name of the person who had most of your 'undivided' attention for most of the conversation. And they were trying to make an impression. You don't have to literally be the loudest to be remembered.
Word have power. They have power. Power even the best linguist doesn't completely understand. Never forget that. Words can evoke such a response, and all they are are different combinations of 26 letters. Not being about to use then for almost 3 days (pretty much 2 and a half of very short, painful communication) reminded me of that.
Don't take your voice (another whole spiel about being given the chance to sing again through this too- and past prayers being answers!! But that's for another time) for granted and don't let talking with it words rule your life. What exactly are you saying? Is it what you want to say? No? Then say it exactly how you want to say it. There is no point in wasting words.
Ever since this became clear to me in have been happier, and so much more free!! I didn't realise how trapped one can become because of thoughts and words and the voice. It's changed my life already!!!
I started reading this thinking I would be reading a book before seeing the movie. The movie looked good. I very much am fascinated by that era in our history- WW2 and the Nazi invasion of the world (I know it's not literally the world, but we all know about it and the atrocities, so it really is in the psyche of the world). What I wasn't prepared for was the sheer love for a book that would soon become a well loved favourite. Although I have only read it once at this moment, I know that I will read it again and again with any hesitation.
The Book Thief follows a young girl by the name of Liesel (one of my favourite name for a girl. I hope to name a daughter of my own that one day). After loosing her younger brother and her mother abandoning her- leaving her with another family, she is sure her world couldn't get worse. The only problem with that, the year is 1939 in Germany. The very beginning of the reign of terror imposed on the country by the man who changed the world, Adolf Hitler. Two precious lives collide when Liesel's foster family hide a Jewish man in their basement. Everyone is put at risk but despite the danger a friendship blooms. more than that, a love of words bloom. Liesel couldn't read when she stole her first book, but through the persistent love of her foster father and her continued thieving of books , Liesel, the young book thief learns not only how to read but exactly what the power of words can do. she begins to understand so much more than any young girl should when she grows to love and hate the written word. What makes this book so unique is it is written from the perspective of Death. the all-seeing, but not necessarily all-knowing bidder of the afterlife. It's through Deaths eyes (Death is quite rightly not given a gender, and I think that is definitely for the best). and Liesel's words that the story is brought to life. The highlights and lowlights of a small town stuck in the middle of Nazi Germany. The lives loved and lost (It's not a spoiler- its WWII, thousands of people died on a daily basis), the triumphs and tragedies that plagued a nation for years.
As I said before I didn't expect this book to be anything life changing, but good golly miss dolly was I proven wrong. If nothing else this book says appreciate life and what you have cause you never know when it will be taken away from you. Or in some cases ripped away from you. Life isn't fair and sometimes you have to take whatever opportunities you have in front of you, even if they're not the ones you would usually go for. It says be strong in the face of adversity and you can make it through anything, you will be scarred and hurt and angry but you will be alive and that is more than a lot of people can say. Be thankful for what you have and above all remember that family- blood related or otherwise is everything. As long as they're safe, happy, healthy and above you should be rejoicing to the heavens. There is a reason this book is a New York Times best seller. A very very good reason. Do yourself a favour, pick it up and just start reading. Admire the words and realise- just as Liesel did- how much of an impact they really can have.
