Tuesday, March 19, 2013

It's Time To Talk About Rape Culture (Part 1)


***Disclaimer: I understand that rape culture is a very widespread topic. And I recognize that there is no one to blame. And I’m not trying to blame anyone, not men, not women. I’m trying to explain to people why they shouldn’t blame others in the first place. I also understand that men can be raped, sexualized, and treated with disrespect because of what is in their pants, and that’s awful and unfair for them, but it’s less common and not the problem I’m addressing today.***


One year for the total violation of someone. One year for exploiting a girl, and a minor, all over various social networking sites. One year for taking said girl to multiple parties where she would be made fun of, humiliated, and shamed. One year for the trauma that will stay with this girl forever. One year for raping someone. 

And that, dear friends, is called rape culture. And it is messed up. In case you didn’t weren’t aware, I am talking about the sentence that two young men from Steubenville, Ohio got after gang raping a young women, who’s identity remains anonymous. 

Rape culture is a definition given to the way society treats rape, all of which are problems.

The first of these starts with the sexualization of women. All throughout history, women have been no more than a set of boobs. Over the past 20 years it’s only gotten worse, after the men in advertising realized that women’s half naked bodies sell products, such as alcohol, cars, and razors. Then, the men in Hollywood realized that since breasts and butts sell these things, maybe this exploitation will sell movies and TV shows and music too! And then, somehow, it became that double D’s will make the average man want anything, or at least give it a couple seconds of is life.

This thinking is a problem within itself. This idea that men must conform to this sort of masculinity, this idea that all men want is sex, is sickening. It’s unfair to them for society to portray them that way. In general, men are good people. Sometimes they do bad things, and they can’t help it, when they’ve grown up with naked women all over their whiskey advertisements. 

From a young age, little boys are shown through media that men are better, men are bigger, men are stronger. Be a man! Be strong! Have muscles!

I watched a lot of Power Rangers growing up. There was always a pink ranger. (with the exception of seasons where there were only 3 rangers then they were red, blue, and yellow but that’s irrelevant) And awesome as the pink ranger was, she was always a bit of a pansy. Didn’t like to get dirty, complained about chipping her nails, crushed on the red ranger. (who, in all my years of watching Power Rangers, has never been a girl) Point is, the girl rangers are just that, girls. Girly girls. Girls who worry about their hair in their helmets and whose uniforms always include little skirts and tight fitting shirts. 

This is a show aimed at boys, and portrays girls as weaker then the boys.

Then these little boys grow up, and watch The Big Bang Theory and while TBBT is hilarious and a great show, the female lead is a pretty blonde, who works at The Cheesecake Factory, because she is a failed actress. We don’t even know her last name.

In media, women are never quite as good as the men, never quite as smart, never quite as strong or as talented or as important. So naturally, in every generation, you’re going to get guys who think they’re better than women, who think they can get away with more. Who think they ahem, deserve, more. But this isn’t their fault. This is what has been written into their brains since they were six years old and singing “Go go Power Rangers! Now now now nah nah nah!”

After dealing with how this affects men, we have to dive into the deeper mess of how media’s portrayal of women affects women. Because it affects them in many ways. It teaches us from a young age that men are smarter, men are stronger, need a bug killed? Find a guy, because you’re a girl, you’re supposed to be scared of bugs. (Of course, if you’re one of my brothers you’re also terrified of bugs and make your sister do all the cockroach smashing. They have one job.)

From a young age we’re taught to care about our looks, we’re taught that good hair is more important than a good brain. We have Toddlers And Tiaras thrown in our face and Barbies cluttering our toy aisles. 

We’re shown that women are supposed to have a handsome princess come whisk us away. We’re taught to sit in castles and wait. We’re supposed to let the men do all the work, well guess what, we shouldn’t let men do all the work. We shouldn’t have to wait in castles, and we shouldn’t be taught that that is the norm.

These gender roles start at birth. They start when the doctor says, “It’s a girl!” and brings you a squirmy thing in a pink blanket. They continue on when this new daughter is brought home to a pink nursery. The little girl is put in headbands and ruffly dresses and big flower bows. Her grandmother knits her a fluffy pink blanket, much like the blue one her older brother has. 

And all throughout girls’ childhoods, what women do and don’t do is placed on them. It starts with baby dolls for their third birthdays, and a toy kitchen for their fourth. It’s “What do you want to name your children when you grow up?”. 

This is never a question asked of young boys, because boys aren’t parents until a birth certificate says so, but girls, girls are mothers from the start. Our bodies were designed to carry children, designed to push em out as well. We have motherly instincts, you might say. 

And though our bodies were made to birth babies, we weren’t all made for motherhood, and the notion that we are, that that is what girls are supposed to be, is ridiculous. 

Even more ridiculous, is how this can damage a girl. Because sometimes people don’t want kids, and that is fine. But if a young women grows up thinking she has to have kids in order to really be a woman, but doesn’t want any, it can inflict a sense of failure on her.

Women are more than bouncing babies on clearly defined, skinny little hips. They’re more than preparing meals for families. 

Women are more than just objects.  And it's about time society as a whole recognizes that. 

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

We're More Than Just Competitors


You know what I've realized about school recently?

It's a race to freakin' nowhere.

You try so hard, and push yourself to the point of tears, but in the end it's doesn't matter. Because there's no "Best". You're stuck in this loop of trying to be the winner, but there's nothing to win. 

School doesn't have a trophy to hand you at the end. (Sure, you get a diploma, but so do *most* people) And then, after high school, it's just more school! You keep striving for this goal, and keep reaching for a prize you're never going to achieve. Because this prize doesn’t exist. 

Even when you think you’re done, even when you believe you know all that a school can offer you, there’s more degrees and people who are smarter. There’s more books to be read and mathematical theories to be taught. 

So we’re forced to keep going, to keep topping ourselves, because even when we do great, it's still not our best. You can always know more and you can always do more, but even then it'll never be your best. 

And that’s really, really, really stupid. That, my friends, is screwed up.

(Granted, I’m homeschooled, so maybe I’m biased.)

There should be a stopping point. There should be a “Congratulations! You have done all that you can and that’s great. I am so proud of you!” There should be a Best. A real, honest to goodness Best that anyone can achieve. 

And this Best should be a personal achievement. Not something that’s dictated by others. It should be a sense of completion, of wholeness inside of you, because this idea that no one can ever learn enough and be enough and become the most wonderful version of themselves isn’t good. It isn’t sound, and it’s not healthy. 

And while learning is great, and reading and writing and numbers and science and all these never ending things are amazing, and we’re all so very blessed to live in a world where these things are available to us, something is wrong when students never feel complete. Something is messed up when no one ever feels as if they are good enough, based on tests and grades.

Education should not make people feel burdened. It should not make high school students feel the need to take their own lives because of the stress it causes.

Education should empower people! Knowing things and learning new things should people happy! If education was done right, students would love getting up in the morning. They would want to go out and learn new things. 

But they don’t, because when students hear the word “education”, all they think of is the pressure to win that shiny gold medal that is no where to be found. 

Where you are now and what you know is wonderful! Whether you’ve read 600 books or 6 books is great! You should be rewarded just for reading a book. Reading books is amazing, but if you don’t want to than you shouldn’t be looked down upon for that.

A person’s worth should not simply be measured by how many miles they’ve run in a race that doesn’t have a finish line.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Whores


Merriam Webster’s Dictionary defines the word whore as “a women who engages in sexual acts for money” 

Society defines whore as “A bitch, a terrible person, a girl who sleeps around, something you don’t want to be called”

How has it twisted to the way it is now? How has it become such a degrading and crude  insult? And why do people think it is okay to call a girl that?

Because it should be completely unacceptable.

The word “whore” is degrading, it is rude, it is crass, it is wrong, and it is, quite simply, not okay to call anyone a whore, including, but not limited to:

-that girl in homeroom who wears short skirts
-the girl in homeroom who wears long skirts
-the girl who has had 10 boyfriends
-the girl who has had no boyfriends
-the girl who stole your boyfriend
-the girl who’s boyfriend got stolen
-the girl who has sex a lot
-the girl who never has sex
-the girl who wants a boyfriend
-the girl who doesn’t want a boyfriend
-the girl who is in love with someone she can’t have
-the girl who doesn’t love someone she can have
-the girl who posts a bikini pic on facebook
-the girl with the over the top makeup


All of these people are not whores. They are people, with human emotions and feelings.  And those feelings can be hurt and broken and ripped apart by words, such as the one “whore”. 

Calling someone a whore goes back to one thing, and that one thing is sex, and the way society portrays sex, especially if you’re a young women.

You’re told not to have sex, but if you don’t you’re a freakish prude. And then you do, but then, it’s twisted again, twisted back to this “Yep, she’s a whore.” (Which basically means you’re a terrible person and should feel ashamed.)

Except you shouldn’t! You shouldn’t feel ashamed! You shouldn’t have to and you don’t. 

The sexual relationship of two consenting people is no one’s business but theirs. 

How much sex a girl has is no one’s business but hers.

How much sex a girl doesn’t have is no one’s business but hers.

And regardless of all these factors, you should not call a girl a whore. 

Not if you’re “joking”, not if you’re “kidding”, not if she’s you’re best friend and she knows you’re just teasing, when a society paints a word with such a negative light, they should treat it just as negatively. 

It’s not okay. Not now. Not ever. 

Sunday, March 3, 2013

This Is Me Saying Something


I’m not typically the kind of person who says a lot. I think a lot, but I don’t say a lot, out of the fear of offending someone. 

But I’ve decided I don’t quite want to refrain from saying things anymore.

So I created this blog,  a blog where I can say whatever the heck I want and no one can  really say anything about it. 

But that is a whole rant within itself, because why should I have to be so afraid from saying what I want? Because it’s considered rude? Unprofessional? 

I am a strong supporter of women’s rights. And if you say something that comes off even slightly nonsupporting of women’s rights, I’m going to notice. And I’m not going to like it. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to say anything. 

I have a black belt, I’m quite proud of it and I often tell people I have one even if it is of total irrelevance. A few weeks ago I mentioned this at church(of all places), and one of the arrogant pighead boys in my grade said, “Yeah but I bet I could still take you.” Then his little friends began to laugh, as if what he had said was actually funny.

I quipped back, “Did you miss the part where I said I had a blackbelt?”

He responded, “Whatever. I’m a guy, you’re a girl.”

I held back. I didn’t want to argue. It was a Sunday morning and I was supposed to have on Sunday morning behavior. But I wanted to scream, “SO??!?! What does that have to do with anything? It’s true, you are a guy. You’re treated better than women in most of the world. You make more money than us. You’re more respected and have higher numbers when it comes to politics, but you are not stronger than us. A women brought you into this world, by pushing you out of her body mind you, and she can definitely take you out.”

And wouldn’t that have been awesome? It would’ve put him in his place, but alas, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

On here though, I don’t have that concern. So let the ranting commence!