After venting my spleen in my last bitter blog entry, I talked to my father and then my sister. In their wisdom, they both helped me put things in perspective.
I have no reason to feel any envy for Sophie's seemingly good fortune. Yes, she won a million dollars, but at what cost? To get that money, she sacrificed her dignity to the altar of reality TV. All she did was prove that in modern society, people will go to ridiculous and obscene lengths to obtain material wealth.
As I spoke to my family, I realize that my dignity and pride, all that I really have, do not have a price tag. That I would rather be poor, I would rather be what I am now, than sell myself out in exchange for some lousy dollars, which after taxes (unless of course, Sophie decided to commit the white collar crime of tax evasion) will be a mere pittance.
So she has some money. What is money but a pile of paper? Some numbers? It will bring her no joy, no nirvana. Material goods provide a temporary pleasure, but they cannot beat the euphoria that comes with drumming at a powwow, and watching people dance to the songs that you sing. She will never experience the Eagle Dance, the Hoop Dance or even a simple Candy Dance. She will never dive into the river after a good powwow, or sit in a tipi on a rainy night. She will never get to drink Sumac tea with a clan chief, or participate in a sacred water ceremony.
I am truly blessed.
In this year alone, I have reaped so much good fortune of my own, of a sort entirely different from monetary gain. Sophie may have money, may have 15 minutes of fame, but she certainly can't say that's she's part of something sacred, that she's helping keep a culture alive. If anything, she's now a part of the machine that destroys culture.
Money isn't forever, and neither is fame. On a grander scale, it means absolutely nothing,
So here it is. I feel much better now. If I weren't recovering from my breast reduction, I'd whip out hand drum, and sing White Sky. Oh fuck it, I'll sing White Sky anyway, drum or no drum.
Showing posts with label society. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Addictive Snake Pit
On the surface, Stardoll looks like a fun and addictive site. Users dress up dolls, decorate suites, collect little virtual clothes and interact with other users. Like any society, even a cyber one, cliques are formed. There are the outcasts (I happen to be one of them) and the supposed "elites". There are users who thrive on creating trouble, and some (like myself) who are just trying to dress up some dolls and have a good time.
Of late, there has been a bumper crop of blogs dedicated to Stardoll gossip and websites that roast and insult members in a satirical manner. While, I've personally been accused of getting involved in these websites, I'm no more than a disgusted, though rarely amused witness. I have no need to rip other members apart, unless they have personally attacked me in some way. Like I've said, I'm only there to play dress up and socialize with interesting people. While I do enjoy some occasional trolling, that's only because my boyfriend's /b/tarded habits have rubbed off on me and I spend too much time browsing Encyclopedia Dramatica.
Some of these blogs, are well-written and have interesting points. Others, are just sadistic and hypocritical, as well as poorly written. If any of you blog writers want to know which category I consider your blog to be in, I'll gladly let you know.
Asking why users on Stardoll behave this way, is the same as asking why children bully each other on the playground. Part of it, involves power. Some users may be powerless in real life, whereas online, they can have all the power they want. They're anonymous for the most part, and they can unleash their frustrations on people they deem weak or socially unfit. It's a sick vicious cycle, which will never end because Sadism and bullying are a part of human nature, whether we like it or not.
So, why do I keep getting involved in this drama?
Of late, there has been a bumper crop of blogs dedicated to Stardoll gossip and websites that roast and insult members in a satirical manner. While, I've personally been accused of getting involved in these websites, I'm no more than a disgusted, though rarely amused witness. I have no need to rip other members apart, unless they have personally attacked me in some way. Like I've said, I'm only there to play dress up and socialize with interesting people. While I do enjoy some occasional trolling, that's only because my boyfriend's /b/tarded habits have rubbed off on me and I spend too much time browsing Encyclopedia Dramatica.
Some of these blogs, are well-written and have interesting points. Others, are just sadistic and hypocritical, as well as poorly written. If any of you blog writers want to know which category I consider your blog to be in, I'll gladly let you know.
Asking why users on Stardoll behave this way, is the same as asking why children bully each other on the playground. Part of it, involves power. Some users may be powerless in real life, whereas online, they can have all the power they want. They're anonymous for the most part, and they can unleash their frustrations on people they deem weak or socially unfit. It's a sick vicious cycle, which will never end because Sadism and bullying are a part of human nature, whether we like it or not.
So, why do I keep getting involved in this drama?
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Today's Thoughts
-Today, I'm wondering if I should start a blog solely for gossip and complaining. I want this blog to mainly feature well-articulated rants about society, while I write another blog to bitch and moan about people I highly dislike. It's a tempting thought, but doing stuff like that tends to backfire. Moreover, there's an epidemic of back-stabbing, catty gossip blogs, a disgusting trend started by Perez Hilton. His bitchiness was charming, and now scores of teenage girls, adorned in skinny jeans and oversize sunglasses are emulating him. They think it's cool to act like a complete and total cunt to everyone, even people they call friends. Loyalty is old-fashioned, true friendship is dead and buried. To show humanity towards others is considered a social faux pas by these teenage girls. It's like the movie Heathers, someone should just make these girls drink Drain-O.
That's really all I can write for now. I've got some pretty terrible allergies. When my nose gets congested my thoughts go along for the ride. I'm not in a typing mood.
Next entry, I'll be discussing books. More interesting than it sounds.
That's really all I can write for now. I've got some pretty terrible allergies. When my nose gets congested my thoughts go along for the ride. I'm not in a typing mood.
Next entry, I'll be discussing books. More interesting than it sounds.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Pubic Hair- What's "growing" on down there?
Yes, this entire blog is about pubic hair, disgusting to some and erotic to others.
Scientists believe that pubic hair grows to protect the genitals from bacteria and to trap pheromones needed to attract a mate. It shows up in early puberty, for some a horrifying experience and for others, an exciting prospect of impending adulthood.
In some cultures, pubic hair is seen as highly sexual. In fact, in some cultures, a large full bush is considered highly erotic, symbolizing fertility and sexual maturity. While in other cultures, pubic hair is seen as filthy and undesirable.
For centuries women and men have trimmed and decorated their nether locks. Japanese prostitutes were said to trim their muff according to their sexual experience. 16th century women were said to decorate theirs with bows, a practice which personally I have trouble believing.
Most nudes in art appeared free of fuzz, possibly for the sake of decency (my personal guess). 19th century art critic John Ruskin, was so accustomed to these bald vulvas, that when he married his wife Effie Gray and discovered she had pubic hair, he was traumatized. He had no idea women had pubic hair. He was so shocked that he refused to have sex with her. The marriage was annulled.
Today, most men and women tend to trim their pubic hair into different designs and shapes, some going so far as to dye it in exotic colors. Then, there are the people who prefer to go completely bare. Shave it all off.
In high school, it seemed all the girls I knew were shaving down there. It's as if as soon as we get our pubic hair, society hands us a razor. I'm sure the trend is starting younger and younger. I never shaved and I still don't. I tried trimming the bikini line, and was so traumatized by razor burn, I never did it again. Let all the girls in the locker room snicker at the errant hairs that stick out from today's diminutive knickers. What were they doing looking at my crotch anyway? Don't they have their own to look at?
I remember being told in middle school by a girl in the grade above me, that if I didn't shave my pubic hair, that no man would want me. That men won't have sex with a hairy girl. Well, that may have been the men that she dated. But even so, for a long time I thought I would sexually undesirable. The state of my "bikini area" was one of many reasons I didn't get intimate with men. Until I met my current boyfriend. He didn't care whether or not it was shaved. It wasn't important to him. I'm glad he's the first man I got very physically intimate with, because of his love and positive support for my body the way it is made, rather than what it could or should be. A lot of men, actually prefer the hair. A lot of men don't care either way (like my boyfriend). As I've said, there are men who have a fetish for pubic hair. Women too, I imagine.
To be honest, a shaved pussy can be kind of creepy. It hearkens back to the pre-pube days of childhood. To me, any man who prefers a shorn twat, is harboring a taste for pedophilia.
Personally, I am not going to succumb to this trend of baring it all. It's like not I'm a stripper or a porn star, who's meal ticket depends on the appearance of her cooch. I'll trim things and make them look neat, whenever my boyfriend comes up from New Jersey to visit, but otherwise, I'd rather leave things the way nature intended.
Anyway, a woman who puts all that emphasis on how good her vulva looks, probably doesn't have much else to go on.
Scientists believe that pubic hair grows to protect the genitals from bacteria and to trap pheromones needed to attract a mate. It shows up in early puberty, for some a horrifying experience and for others, an exciting prospect of impending adulthood.
In some cultures, pubic hair is seen as highly sexual. In fact, in some cultures, a large full bush is considered highly erotic, symbolizing fertility and sexual maturity. While in other cultures, pubic hair is seen as filthy and undesirable.
For centuries women and men have trimmed and decorated their nether locks. Japanese prostitutes were said to trim their muff according to their sexual experience. 16th century women were said to decorate theirs with bows, a practice which personally I have trouble believing.
Most nudes in art appeared free of fuzz, possibly for the sake of decency (my personal guess). 19th century art critic John Ruskin, was so accustomed to these bald vulvas, that when he married his wife Effie Gray and discovered she had pubic hair, he was traumatized. He had no idea women had pubic hair. He was so shocked that he refused to have sex with her. The marriage was annulled.
Today, most men and women tend to trim their pubic hair into different designs and shapes, some going so far as to dye it in exotic colors. Then, there are the people who prefer to go completely bare. Shave it all off.
In high school, it seemed all the girls I knew were shaving down there. It's as if as soon as we get our pubic hair, society hands us a razor. I'm sure the trend is starting younger and younger. I never shaved and I still don't. I tried trimming the bikini line, and was so traumatized by razor burn, I never did it again. Let all the girls in the locker room snicker at the errant hairs that stick out from today's diminutive knickers. What were they doing looking at my crotch anyway? Don't they have their own to look at?
I remember being told in middle school by a girl in the grade above me, that if I didn't shave my pubic hair, that no man would want me. That men won't have sex with a hairy girl. Well, that may have been the men that she dated. But even so, for a long time I thought I would sexually undesirable. The state of my "bikini area" was one of many reasons I didn't get intimate with men. Until I met my current boyfriend. He didn't care whether or not it was shaved. It wasn't important to him. I'm glad he's the first man I got very physically intimate with, because of his love and positive support for my body the way it is made, rather than what it could or should be. A lot of men, actually prefer the hair. A lot of men don't care either way (like my boyfriend). As I've said, there are men who have a fetish for pubic hair. Women too, I imagine.
To be honest, a shaved pussy can be kind of creepy. It hearkens back to the pre-pube days of childhood. To me, any man who prefers a shorn twat, is harboring a taste for pedophilia.
Personally, I am not going to succumb to this trend of baring it all. It's like not I'm a stripper or a porn star, who's meal ticket depends on the appearance of her cooch. I'll trim things and make them look neat, whenever my boyfriend comes up from New Jersey to visit, but otherwise, I'd rather leave things the way nature intended.
Anyway, a woman who puts all that emphasis on how good her vulva looks, probably doesn't have much else to go on.
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