These are extracts from my journal.
Sunday 29 April 2012
Gender studies and why I don't give a fuck
Men and women are different, get over it!
I chose gender studies mostly to fill up space... unable to decide on a fourth subject.
My hardest decision is whether I should skip the lecture and listen to it, or go because I cannot stay awake when listening to it.
Really, I can't listen either way.
So dull and full of sexist undertones towards men.
Occasionally the lecturers tryyy and avoid this, but even then the idiots in my class that give the term 'feminist' a bad face make comments that make me cringe.
I like gender roles.
What's wrong with them?
Choice is definately good. I'm pro-choice.
But! The point is that in modern times women who want to stay home and look after their children are seen as putting the feminist movement many years back.
What happens to the children in those families? Raised by strangers?
Business women are great. I want to have a career. I want a family. There are problems here with how I'm supposed to balance these things, but the point is I have respect for women who stay home and look after their families. Their children.
Men being men is also attractive for a reason. It's so rare these days. Men are expected to be women, women are expected to be men. No wonder there is so much confusion these days.
Equality is impossible.
There is a constant battle for who is going to have the greater power, which I suppose is not a bad thing as long as both fight.
But when men fight for this it's looked down upon.
Not to mention sexuality in advertising is supposedly the devil.
It is nooo secret that sex sells. Is anyone really arguing against this?
Apparently this is exploiting women. I'm faiiiirly sure that the women in the ads are happy with their bodies and that they are paid for this. Who's being exploited here?
Women are able to use 'erotic capital' as Catherine Hakim calls it more easily than men, and why not? Enjoy the differences in gender roles. They are fun.
I chose gender studies mostly to fill up space... unable to decide on a fourth subject.
My hardest decision is whether I should skip the lecture and listen to it, or go because I cannot stay awake when listening to it.
Really, I can't listen either way.
So dull and full of sexist undertones towards men.
Occasionally the lecturers tryyy and avoid this, but even then the idiots in my class that give the term 'feminist' a bad face make comments that make me cringe.
I like gender roles.
What's wrong with them?
Choice is definately good. I'm pro-choice.
But! The point is that in modern times women who want to stay home and look after their children are seen as putting the feminist movement many years back.
What happens to the children in those families? Raised by strangers?
Business women are great. I want to have a career. I want a family. There are problems here with how I'm supposed to balance these things, but the point is I have respect for women who stay home and look after their families. Their children.
Men being men is also attractive for a reason. It's so rare these days. Men are expected to be women, women are expected to be men. No wonder there is so much confusion these days.
Equality is impossible.
There is a constant battle for who is going to have the greater power, which I suppose is not a bad thing as long as both fight.
But when men fight for this it's looked down upon.
Not to mention sexuality in advertising is supposedly the devil.
It is nooo secret that sex sells. Is anyone really arguing against this?
Apparently this is exploiting women. I'm faiiiirly sure that the women in the ads are happy with their bodies and that they are paid for this. Who's being exploited here?
Women are able to use 'erotic capital' as Catherine Hakim calls it more easily than men, and why not? Enjoy the differences in gender roles. They are fun.
Tuesday 24 April 2012
Happiness gained but not earned
Greetings.
I've been known to get overly excited over things that really don't mean anything at all. Or get overly enthusiastic to learn about the world, the traditional poets, the philosophies that have shaped the thinking past and present and then distracted by the allure of KFC or cartoons.
The blog's name comes from a summary of my approach to life. I love learning, I have great enthusiasm towards a lot of things. But most of it comes down to the stupid little things. The first coffee of the morning, the redbull that you manage to scrape enough coins together to afford to get you through your essay, that burst of energy that comes from nowhere and helps you deal with all of life's utter bullshit.
I'm writing an essay at present about blogging.
How do blogs affect the ownership of information?
What information can be trusted?
Who has the authority to spread such information?
Who is held accountable?
What of publishers?
Etc.
But really, another mindless academic blog is not what I'm interested in. We'll get to that pretentious stuff later (and with many [hopefuly] entertaining gaps), for now I just thought I would set the stage so to speak for how I allowed myself to succumb to this, what I had previously thought of, pointless pieces of texts and create my own.
I've been known to get overly excited over things that really don't mean anything at all. Or get overly enthusiastic to learn about the world, the traditional poets, the philosophies that have shaped the thinking past and present and then distracted by the allure of KFC or cartoons.
The blog's name comes from a summary of my approach to life. I love learning, I have great enthusiasm towards a lot of things. But most of it comes down to the stupid little things. The first coffee of the morning, the redbull that you manage to scrape enough coins together to afford to get you through your essay, that burst of energy that comes from nowhere and helps you deal with all of life's utter bullshit.
I'm writing an essay at present about blogging.
How do blogs affect the ownership of information?
What information can be trusted?
Who has the authority to spread such information?
Who is held accountable?
What of publishers?
Etc.
But really, another mindless academic blog is not what I'm interested in. We'll get to that pretentious stuff later (and with many [hopefuly] entertaining gaps), for now I just thought I would set the stage so to speak for how I allowed myself to succumb to this, what I had previously thought of, pointless pieces of texts and create my own.
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