- 6:54 pm - Tue, Apr 15, 2014
Maybe There’s A Reason Why Teenage Girls “Can’t Even”
There’s been a lot of jokes circulating recently about teenage girls and their overuse of the phrase “can’t even”. “Why do teenage girls travel in odd numbers? Because they can’t even”. The teenage girl is an easy target for ridicule. They’re insecure about everything, they try hard to fit in, they’re interested in things that can’t be considered “serious” or “intellectual”. No. The teenage girl and her behavior must be mocked.
But here’s the thing, maybe there’s a reason why teenage girls have reached such grammatically incorrect levels of frustration. Today on chat a fellow student messages me about a girl who I had recently added as a friend through a college facebook group. “She’s sooooo hot” he drooled, “I would actually come visit you just to see her”. So far so tolerable. He followed it up with, “lol but what if all the hot girls are just faking their profiles and they’re secretly indian”. I asked him if it was mutually exclusive to be Indian and attractive, and he responded by saying, “Oh I mean I would definitely marry an Indian girl. Indian girls are good at some things, like taking care of people”…..
I left the conversation not knowing how to put my thoughts into words. There are moments in the life of an adolescent girl where you realize how stuck you are in a web of subtly spun sexism, racism, slut shaming and all the ism’s in-between that it feels as though you can never win. I searched for a way to reply, and slowly typed out, “I can’t even”.
- 12:25 pm - Sat, Apr 12, 2014
Oppression is cooking being “women’s work,” while the overwhelming majority of top restaurant chefs are male.
Oppression is fashion being a “silly girl thing,” while the top earning designers and CEOs in fashion are male.
Oppression is reducing women to consumers profiting a male system, even in fields that we supposedly dominate.
(Source: regular-snowflake, via pointlesslythrough)
- 7:08 pm - Sun, Apr 6, 2014
What if someone gave a war and no one came?
- 6:06 pm - Sun, Feb 16, 2014
War Logs: Antidotes
It was only two minutes ago that I realized all I’ve been doing for the past month is looking for some sort of an antidote to the grey void that I seem to be travelling full speed into. Being a second semester senior is like being stuck in purgatory. There is an unshakable feeling that something monumental and life changing is going to happen in 3 quick months, and the conflicting realization that everything between now and then is going to be very commonplace and mundane.
The other day half I saw one a friend in the hallway, juggling four thick children’s novels. I was slightly shocked. This was supposedly the best english student in our entire school. I asked her why she was re-reading the Percy Jackson series, when I was so used to seeing her carrying around a battered copy of the Bell Jar. She responded that upon starting to read Death of a Salesman (the book assigned to us by our english teacher) she realized that every single book we’ve been reading boils down to how crappy it is to be alive and how unbelievably shitty and unavoidably tragic the human experience is. She said she had had enough and decided to retreat into the enclave of children’s novels, where the hero saves the day and humanity learns a lesson.
What I’m looking for is something similar. An antidote. And I’ve found that while the abundance of TED Talks and movies I’ve been drowning in have served their purpose, the most satisfying thing there is is savoring small vignettes of what is so quintessentially ”Delhi”. Sitting in Khan Market while the sun bathes the balcony with same hazy orange light that the three glasses of red wine has done to your judgement on a friday afternoon. Sitting in a car, stalled in evening traffic, holding someone’s hand and falling asleep; creating a bubble of calm amidst the chaos outside. Snapshots of eating lunch off of plastic plates with knifes so dull you dont know which end to cut from, and making really really bad jokes with friends. Call it delusional. I call it survival.
When time is the enemy, we write to taste life twice.
- 3:47 pm - Wed, Jan 8, 2014
What She Wore: Ali
Disclaimer: (The haziness of the picture was not a filter to look artsy. It was just the camera fogging up because India in June is absurdly hot)
Ali Dominguez is the type of person who DOESN’T HAVE off days. I have yet to see her come to school in anything less than sublime. It’s exhausting just watching it.
When asked why fashion is important to her, she says “fashion is a way of expressing yourself without saying anything. It’s something you can do differently every day depending on your mood or the occasion. It’s is constantly changing therefore it keeps you on your toes”.
You can follow her fashion blog at http://chasingsstyle.tumblr.com/
- 8:11 pm - Sun, Jan 5, 2014
"Inner Beauty is Bullshit", and other lessons in modern feminism
When I was in the 6th grade I came home from my school dance absolutely bawling my eyes out. My parents asked me what was wrong, and I said I hadn’t been asked to slow dance even once. I cried that all the pretty girls had been asked to dance, whereas I was ugly and awkward and would never be wanted by anybody. My parents did what any parents would do and told me that I was beautiful in my own way.
Madonna has a fabulous quote that states that power is knowing you are not loved and not being broken by it. Similarly, power is knowing that you are not gorgeous and not being broken by it. Yes,I acknowledge we are all attractive in different ways, and people will appreciate your physical appearance in different ways. But why is the catchphrase of body acceptance “inner beauty”. Why are we still talking about beauty? Why is beauty our main concern all day, all night, every minute, every hour?
When boys feel insecure about their weight, their height, their oddly shaped noses, they’re told that it’s okay. Even if they’re not handsome they are funny, and smart, and talented. They accept this, and they can make peace with who they are.
What I wouldn’t have given, 6 years ago to hear that it was okay. That it’s okay to look strange and awkward and lanky, because if you’re also smart and funny and passionate and kind you are still worthwhile. We have made so much progress as a society and yet the best thing you can tell a woman is that she’s beautiful? The second best seems to be telling her that she possesses ”inner beauty”.
I dont have all the answers here, but is it possible to feel good about yourself without feeling physically attractive? Considering the vast majority of us dont win the genetic lottery, its about time there was a way.
- 6:12 pm - Sat, Dec 28, 2013
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
- 6:04 pm - Fri, Dec 27, 2013
Q: I enjoy reading your stuff ,write more often
Yayy :) Who are you? (you’re probably someone i know trying to be nice). I have draft rants, fear not I shall write more. On a separate note, are there any themes in particular you want me to touch upon?
- 12:47 pm - Fri, Nov 22, 2013
We do not describe the world we see, we see the world we are able to describe
My incredibly wise history teacher
- 4:54 pm - Sun, Sep 8, 2013
One of my least favorite quotes, or outlooks on life has always been “go with the flow”. I must admit, I’m hardly the most laid back person. In fact, many would attest to the fact that I’m a bit high strung, but I’ve never understood why you would want to give yourself so little power in your own life. “Go With the Flow” implies that you should allow yourself to be acted upon, whether you like the result or not. It’s an outlook I hate, but it’s one that I find myself slipping into this year as a senior. With the amount of work that all of us have its easy to let go of things and forget that you have a say in the matter. You can react, you are a human being who is in capable of thought and action. Remember to react.