if you've never seen the princess bride, then you totally won't get my title. lol
Writing Topic Numero Uno Pg. 589
Wow, reading this story made me really furious. To say that a women should “keep her silence” absolutely makes me want to go on a homicidal rampage and destroy men everywhere. But that’s not what I’m supposed to be writing about. J This man’s definition of how a marriage should is so out of line and selfish. I’ve never been a big fan of arranged marriages, and I hate that it still happens today. It is so unfair that a person should not be able to choose the person they want to marry and that they are told they can’t marry who they want to. The attitude that this father has about marriage are definitely different from my own and from my parents. I have never felt stifled by my parents when it comes to who I love, and that’s because I’ve only loved like what..2 people? The first person I brought home to them didn’t make them extremely happy, but it didn’t make them want to curl up and die. As far as their attitude about marriage goes, I think that they have a pretty standard opinion: it doesn’t matter if you are young, as long as your man can take care of you, and he better treat you with the utmost respect otherwise your father will mame him. My parents married very young, my mom was only 18. I can’t imagine being in that position now, even though it is much more acceptable. I think that sometimes they can be a little old-fashioned, but never to the point where they won’t let me marry who I want to. Sure, they hate tattoos, piercings, and guys without jobs, but if it’s my wish to marry one then so be it because it’s my mistake. I think if I brought home a guy who had no job, played video games and his guitar all day, was covered in tattoos and piercings they would have an extremely difficult time accepting our engagement. You see, my sister has this boyfriend (aside from the tattoos), and my parents absolutely can’t stand him. Of course they treat him with respect, but they still hate him. My parents would never tell my sister that she couldn’t marry her boyfriend, and they would show up to the wedding and wish her well, but they wouldn’t be too happy about it. I’m finding it really hard to squeeze out five hundred words this week lol. Despite the fact that my parents may not like who I marry, they would never in a million years cut me off completely and disown. I think that people who do that are horrible parents and shouldn’t have had children in the first place. I think my parents will always stand by me and support my decisions, regardless of their feelings towards them.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
all is fair in love...and war?
The best way I can describe the war on terrorism is to compare it to a fad, like a diet program. At first, everyone was into it and when the going got tough, they decided they did not like the idea so much anymore. The attacks that occurred on September 11th shook the entire country, and the war did not seem like such a bad thing. However, the war continued on much like the Vietnam War (even though our current losses do not match the losses in the 70’s), and the public wanted out. They wanted their family members back, which is understandable to say the least.
I think that the desire to bring freedom and democracy to such a chaotic country is a noble cause, and yet I still think the war has gone on too long. I think that over time, that purpose has faded a little and now we as a country are afraid to pull out our troops because we fear what the people of Iraq and Afghanistan might do to retaliate. Not every person in the Middle East appreciates our cause, and so we in turn have become the terrorists. I am not denouncing my support for the war and our troops, nor am I saying that every person in the Middle East must bow to the American way, I am saying that the “war” was a good idea, but it has lost the glimmer of maintaining a country’s government. To watch a program on the Military Channel and witness our soldier’s interacting with the people and helping them is so deeply touching to me. However, I’m no idiot and in no way do I think that that’s all that goes on over there. No part of any war is glamorous; every part is tragic. My belief is that war is a necessary evil, not a defense mechanism to intimidate other countries. This whole entry may sound all over the place, and that’s because it is. I have so many opinions that it’s hard to decide where I stand. I’m right in the middle.
Regarding what the U.S. might do if another country decided the same path that Iraq and Afghanistan did, I can’t really determine what might happen. I think that with our new president, we would most likely stay out of it this time, because I don’t think Obama would risk throwing another war on all the people that voted for him; they wouldn’t be too happy. No President is perfect, and the war on terrorism may have been a mistake. However, in order to have a strong country we must learn from our mistakes and better our thought processes and hastiness regarding being the police dogs of the world.
I think that the desire to bring freedom and democracy to such a chaotic country is a noble cause, and yet I still think the war has gone on too long. I think that over time, that purpose has faded a little and now we as a country are afraid to pull out our troops because we fear what the people of Iraq and Afghanistan might do to retaliate. Not every person in the Middle East appreciates our cause, and so we in turn have become the terrorists. I am not denouncing my support for the war and our troops, nor am I saying that every person in the Middle East must bow to the American way, I am saying that the “war” was a good idea, but it has lost the glimmer of maintaining a country’s government. To watch a program on the Military Channel and witness our soldier’s interacting with the people and helping them is so deeply touching to me. However, I’m no idiot and in no way do I think that that’s all that goes on over there. No part of any war is glamorous; every part is tragic. My belief is that war is a necessary evil, not a defense mechanism to intimidate other countries. This whole entry may sound all over the place, and that’s because it is. I have so many opinions that it’s hard to decide where I stand. I’m right in the middle.
Regarding what the U.S. might do if another country decided the same path that Iraq and Afghanistan did, I can’t really determine what might happen. I think that with our new president, we would most likely stay out of it this time, because I don’t think Obama would risk throwing another war on all the people that voted for him; they wouldn’t be too happy. No President is perfect, and the war on terrorism may have been a mistake. However, in order to have a strong country we must learn from our mistakes and better our thought processes and hastiness regarding being the police dogs of the world.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Oversexed and Under Aged
Oversexed and Under Aged:
In a previous blog, I had mentioned what peer pressure encouraged me to do. Among these things was engaging in sex. For some, this topic may be a little touchy or even embarrassing, but as I’ve matured I’ve learned to embrace my sexuality and be comfortable with my decisions regarding it. I will be the first person to admit that I’m not perfect, and I’ll tell you that sex is the absolute ONE thing I always eschewed with a firm hand, even when it came to the phase in my life where no wasn’t an answer to my friends. I was willing to do anything to harden my soft exterior, but sex..scared me. I was only thirteen, fourteen. My friends were more than experienced in that field and I felt completely left out and weak because I wasn’t willing to French my boyfriend of one day in front of them. They acted as if I was a scared little child among them, and I and everyone else knew I didn’t belong. It always made me feel terrible, and I often found myself asking ‘why don’t you just suck it up and play the game?’ Even though I would do anything (or at least pretend to do it or lie about it) to build up their confidence in me, this was the one thing I could never bring myself to do. And somehow, the guilt always landed on me and I was left alone with a boyfriend who just stared at me like I was a useless virgin. Some people might find that to be an offensive term, but looking back now I highly appreciate it. Although most of the boys I ‘dated’ dumped me when they found out I wasn’t a child prostitute, I was glad that they did because it meant I didn’t have to say no to them anymore. I may have felt guilty about saying no all the time, but it was the one thing I had that I wouldn’t compromise.
Your parents always tell you to not have sex, it’s bad, but you never realize how right they are. At such a young age, sex can ruin you. My ‘best friend’ from my last blog was the school’s..umm bicycle. And at fourteen! She may have been popular, and my boyfriends always dumped me for her, but she ultimately lost (in more ways than one if you know what I mean, and I do think you do). To this day I can tell you that I have never regretted my decision to be the girl that no one ever got to. My virtue meant the world to me and I wasn’t about to lose that because some loser with a deceivingly cute face wanted it. I knew, even at that age, that boys didn’t want it because it was a ‘special experience that you share with someone you love’, it was something they needed to boast about in the gym locker room. And I am so glad I never gave in.
In a previous blog, I had mentioned what peer pressure encouraged me to do. Among these things was engaging in sex. For some, this topic may be a little touchy or even embarrassing, but as I’ve matured I’ve learned to embrace my sexuality and be comfortable with my decisions regarding it. I will be the first person to admit that I’m not perfect, and I’ll tell you that sex is the absolute ONE thing I always eschewed with a firm hand, even when it came to the phase in my life where no wasn’t an answer to my friends. I was willing to do anything to harden my soft exterior, but sex..scared me. I was only thirteen, fourteen. My friends were more than experienced in that field and I felt completely left out and weak because I wasn’t willing to French my boyfriend of one day in front of them. They acted as if I was a scared little child among them, and I and everyone else knew I didn’t belong. It always made me feel terrible, and I often found myself asking ‘why don’t you just suck it up and play the game?’ Even though I would do anything (or at least pretend to do it or lie about it) to build up their confidence in me, this was the one thing I could never bring myself to do. And somehow, the guilt always landed on me and I was left alone with a boyfriend who just stared at me like I was a useless virgin. Some people might find that to be an offensive term, but looking back now I highly appreciate it. Although most of the boys I ‘dated’ dumped me when they found out I wasn’t a child prostitute, I was glad that they did because it meant I didn’t have to say no to them anymore. I may have felt guilty about saying no all the time, but it was the one thing I had that I wouldn’t compromise.
Your parents always tell you to not have sex, it’s bad, but you never realize how right they are. At such a young age, sex can ruin you. My ‘best friend’ from my last blog was the school’s..umm bicycle. And at fourteen! She may have been popular, and my boyfriends always dumped me for her, but she ultimately lost (in more ways than one if you know what I mean, and I do think you do). To this day I can tell you that I have never regretted my decision to be the girl that no one ever got to. My virtue meant the world to me and I wasn’t about to lose that because some loser with a deceivingly cute face wanted it. I knew, even at that age, that boys didn’t want it because it was a ‘special experience that you share with someone you love’, it was something they needed to boast about in the gym locker room. And I am so glad I never gave in.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
concepts of death
Making Connections pg. 161:
The poem “Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde illustrates a fourteen year old girl’s fear of death and her constant worry about petty things; she worries about a boy, her ashy knees, learning to dance for an upcoming party, having a room that is too small, being a better student than the boy she worries about, wearing braces, having nothing to wear for the next day, and all the while she is simultaneously worrying about if she’ll die before graduation, if she’ll die soon and her mother will still be in her bedroom when it happens. The silly things that she worries about are common among girls her age, but dying? It all seems a little strange to me, worrying about dying and still making time to worry about her looks.
In the poem “From the Diary of an Almost Four Year Old” by Hanan Mikha’il ‘Ashrawi, the young girl is preoccupied with the loss of her eye, which she lost when she was shot by a soldier. Her concern is that of a much younger girl, a nine month old girl, who was also shot; and she wonders if the soldier that shot her was the same one that shot the younger girl. She expresses that the younger child did not deserve the same fate she suffered, simply because she was a baby.
It seems that the two girls in the poems have nothing in common. The teenager is more concerned about worldly things while the child is wondering why a soldier would shoot a baby and how she will see the world now that she is missing an eye. The four year old seems to have a better grasp on life, a more mature grasp while the teenager is all too concerned with death and tomorrow’s outfit. It is ironic that a four year old who was shot is less plagued with the fear of death than a teenager who has never suffered a near death experience. The younger child almost seems to be fed up with life, simply because a baby was shot, and the teenager is fed up with life because she is going through the notions of being a teenager. The child does not fear death because she has seen it and does not wish to continue with life. I’m not exactly sure why the teenager fears death so much. Now, this is just an opinion, but from the lines “I’m old enough, almost four, I’ve seen enough of life, but she’s just a baby who didn’t know any better” I gather that she doesn’t like life too much because of the cruelty she has witnessed at such a young age. The main difference between these two poems is the mature attitude that the child expresses and the petty attitude that the teenager expresses. The child does not fear death as the teenager does and therefore has a better outlook on her life.
The poem “Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde illustrates a fourteen year old girl’s fear of death and her constant worry about petty things; she worries about a boy, her ashy knees, learning to dance for an upcoming party, having a room that is too small, being a better student than the boy she worries about, wearing braces, having nothing to wear for the next day, and all the while she is simultaneously worrying about if she’ll die before graduation, if she’ll die soon and her mother will still be in her bedroom when it happens. The silly things that she worries about are common among girls her age, but dying? It all seems a little strange to me, worrying about dying and still making time to worry about her looks.
In the poem “From the Diary of an Almost Four Year Old” by Hanan Mikha’il ‘Ashrawi, the young girl is preoccupied with the loss of her eye, which she lost when she was shot by a soldier. Her concern is that of a much younger girl, a nine month old girl, who was also shot; and she wonders if the soldier that shot her was the same one that shot the younger girl. She expresses that the younger child did not deserve the same fate she suffered, simply because she was a baby.
It seems that the two girls in the poems have nothing in common. The teenager is more concerned about worldly things while the child is wondering why a soldier would shoot a baby and how she will see the world now that she is missing an eye. The four year old seems to have a better grasp on life, a more mature grasp while the teenager is all too concerned with death and tomorrow’s outfit. It is ironic that a four year old who was shot is less plagued with the fear of death than a teenager who has never suffered a near death experience. The younger child almost seems to be fed up with life, simply because a baby was shot, and the teenager is fed up with life because she is going through the notions of being a teenager. The child does not fear death because she has seen it and does not wish to continue with life. I’m not exactly sure why the teenager fears death so much. Now, this is just an opinion, but from the lines “I’m old enough, almost four, I’ve seen enough of life, but she’s just a baby who didn’t know any better” I gather that she doesn’t like life too much because of the cruelty she has witnessed at such a young age. The main difference between these two poems is the mature attitude that the child expresses and the petty attitude that the teenager expresses. The child does not fear death as the teenager does and therefore has a better outlook on her life.
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