So I thought I’d take a break from writing my paper to informally post on here about some of the research I’ve been doing for my thesis project.
In a nutshell, through my thesis project, my aim is to educate others about gender stereotyping and to explore/research the issues surrounding how women/men are portrayed in the media.
Anyway, for the past few weeks I have been reading this booked by Judith Butler called Gender Trouble, and my mind has thoroughly been fucked by it. Here’s an excerpt from my paper to peak your interest:
Butler’s Gender Trouble discussed the ideas surrounding gender identity and the relations between gender and sex. In the opening chapter, she undermines in a way, the distinction between sex as a “natural given category and gender as an acquired cultural- social category” (Butler, 1990). My understanding of this, was that sex is what defines our biological identity, whereas gender is defined by our appearance. Butler also argues that sex is a “socially constructed category that stems out of social and cultural practices” meaning that our cultural backgrounds also help to define our gender.
In chapter 1, she begins her critique of identity and gender by challenging our assumptions about the differences between sex and gender, since many people tend to confuse the two and use them interchangeably. She states that sex is biological, while gender is culturally constructed (Butler, 1990).
My main understanding of this text was that the author was claiming that our everyday actions, communication/social interaction, gestures, dress codes and behaviors, all work to produce what is perceived as feminine identity. Our actions are categorized by being either feminine or masculine. The book also discusses the concept of gender performativity, arguing that our sexual identity is a display we constantly act out. This “performativity” includes a wide range of behaviors, from the way we talk, walk, acts that we all keep on performing through the course of our lives, and this performance is what constitutes the meaning of masculine of feminine identities (Butler, 1990).
Further into the book, Butler discussed the idea of forced heterosexuality. She claims that the seemingly natural division of man/woman is founded on the cultural “meta-taboo” regarding homosexuality (Butler, 1990). My impression of this information was that Butler claims that our society is divided by nature, into male and female. Both sexes have pre-determined stereotypes for what is to be expected of them. Ultimately, it seemed to me as if Butler viewed gender as an elaborate fabrication.
…Because I was simply curious as to how painful the process is, and I am finding myself sort of cringing at all of this. Disclaimer: It really isn’t that bad or graphic I suppose, and I am grateful to be living in a country that provides this for women in need of it.
Anyway, pregnancy in and of itself scares me enough, but reading about how a pop of a pill or a surgical procedure can literally break down that labor intensive, happy nest your uterus has built all in a matter of days/weeks, is scary.
To state the obvious, it literally breaks down everything your body has began or already started building. For some reason, I forgot about this detail. Part of me just never wanted to think about the actuality of abortion, so in a sense I guess I assumed that if you snapped your fingers, it was gone.
But there is so much more. Plus 5-6 days of heavy bleeding afterwards.
If there hasn’t been a time in the past to emphasis the importance of safe sex on my blog before, then I guess its now.
Be smart. Educate yourself on protection and where to access it easily and affordably. But more importantly, if you do find yourself facing the decision to terminate pregnancy, familiarize yourself with the abortion process before deciding if it’s the right choice for you.
That is all I have to say on this topic ._.
Because every Bright Eyes concert I’ve been to has taken place during the fall.
Because I can wear my cable knit sweaters and plethora of cardigans.
Because Montrose Oktoberfest exists. And this will be the first year I can actually participate in the drinking festivities!
Because Descanso Gardens fills their main entrance will gazillions of giant pumpkins.
It’s just the seasons to be cute and dress cute and be calm while everything around you is dying and turning yellow and crunchy.
For all of you who still follow me!
I’ve grown to decreasingly post less and less over the past few years since I started this blog, and I really hate that I don’t have as much time to dedicate to posting quality/insightful content on here.
But bear with me. Because change is coming.
Starting tomorrow I want to dedicate my time to posting at minimum, at least 1 original, non-reblogged or selfie posts a day.
Maybe I’ll call it, “The Daily Meep”
I highly recommend this silent documentary to anyone who enjoys time lapse cinematography. It’s simply stunning. #Baraka
Even though everyone has smart phones now, there was a time when you had to call a crush at a house phone and ran the risk of having mom or dad answer the phone.
To which you would instantly turn into an Avon sales lady.
My favorite quote ever was from a concert I went to roughly a year ago.
He said something about how it doesn’t matter if we’re rich or poor, sick or healthy, beautiful or not, because we’re all going to die alone.
And that statement is so very true.
We are all going to die.
We are all going to die alone.
No one dies with you except yourself.
So ultimately, nothing fucking matters in this world we call “life”
The relationships we build, the things we accomplish and accumulate
It does not matter.
So don’t be upset over something as insignificant as a disappointment. Fuck.
Professional Nail Polish-namer.
College is what you make it. And so far, I’ve made it become an experience that’s been 60% disheartening/lonely, 20% enjoyable/fun, and 10% memorable.
I’m determined to make this last year make up for that large 60 percent. Because although I do realize that a lot of that percentage was my own fault, since “your college experience is what you make of it,” I still believe that a lot of was due to external factors.
Anyway, here is the list or “new years resolution” of sort I have compiled to accomplish for these next two semesters.
- Be more social and engaging in class, etc.
- Talk to people, meet new people, network with people.
- Make lasting friendships.
- Get more involved with on-campus activities
- Attend more campus-sponsored events
- Actually participate in the clubs I have listed on my resume.
- Stop trying to hide from everyone while on campus. Be in the public eye, stop avoiding the places I feel uncomfortable and get over the anxiety these places bring me.
- Really push myself to become better at understanding and utilizing design softwares.
- Similar to number 3, but find a friend who I can have lunch with on campus. No more buying coffee and rushing out of the dining hall by myself.
- Put more effort into my appearance. I always start out looking nice for school, but often end up in hoodies and disheveled hair and no makeup for the remainder of the semester.
- Do/Create something that will make an impact and leave me a lasting impression. I really want to make a difference on my campus so hopefully my thesis project will aid in accomplishing this.
- Keep in touch with all the wonderful people I have met this summer from my internship. This is a little less college oriented, but still something I want to do throughout the school year.
- Join a non-profit organization and start volunteering regularly.
Had such a lovely time with Gev in Solvang this weekend.
Solvang is this really cute, Danish city up more northern California near Santa Barbara wine country.
We spent the day walking around town visiting all the little shops, had lunch at a windmill, and ended the day with wine tasting at a local winery.
It was a lovely day indeed.
I think I have discovered my favorite bar, even though I’ve only been 21 for less than a month now and I’ve only been to a handful of bars, but this place in Downtown is super cute and serves drinks in little jars.