Friday, February 27, 2009


Watching that Hip Hop video in class made me want to puke. When I heard the way some of the rappers talked about girls, I felt sick to my stomach and disgusted. In class, I remember some comments regarding the difference between “sisters” and “bitches”. Some of it had to do with how the women dressed. It also had to do with whether these women would give it up to the guys or if they would stand up for themselves. So basically, if you’re showing more skin, then you’re more likely to give it up.

I’ll admit I typically dress on the conservative side. I don’t show a lot of thigh, or cleavage or whatever. But what if I did? Would that mean that I am more willing to give it up to a guy simply because I’m showing more skin? No. I’m not saying that women should show lots of skin simply because they can. I’m just saying that if a woman WANTS to dress a certain way, then she should be able to do that, and not necessarily be thought of as a slut.

 Also, if a woman doesn’t tolerate a man coming up to her on the street and smacking her butt or touching her inappropriately, does that make her a “bitch”? Seriously, the perception that these guys had of women was so disrespectful; they only saw them as objects for sex.

 I think the main reason I have beef with rap music is because of the lyrics. If you really listen carefully to the words that are being said, so much of it is chauvinistic and demeaning to women. Not only that, it’s mostly about violence, sex, and being a tough guy. I can’t relate or connect with that at all and on top of that I don’t respect it.

I’m so sick of this tough guy image, especially in the Hip Hop world. It’s so pointless and stupid. I mean obviously I don’t want a guy bawling all over me all the time. But I can respect a guy that is in touch with his feelings and emotions, and is not afraid to show what he is really feeling. 

Friday, February 20, 2009

"Africa, You Did the Damn Thing" --Mean Girls

When I was 12-years-old, we had a guy from Ghana, Africa move in with us for the summer. It's a long story how this all came to be, but we really didn't know this guy at all. From what we had heard, he was a really nice guy who needed a place to stay before he started school at BYU-Hawaii in the fall. 

My whole family was a little nervous about the whole thing, mostly because we didn't know what to expect from this situation. We weren't sure if we'd like this guy, or get along with him, and most importantly, if we'd feel comfortable with him in our home. When he arrived, he was very shy and timid. He was probably the first true African I had ever seen in my life. 

My parents have always taught my siblings and I to be very accepting of different religions, races, cultures, lifestyles, etc. We were taught to be open-minded and always respect others and their opinions, whether we agreed with them or not. We grew up knowing that everyone is equal and deserves the same opportunities as everybody else. 

Having a black person in our home was not an issue of race. We were eager to get to know this person and welcome him into our family. We knew he would probably be overwhelmed coming to a new country and leaving his family behind, so we really tried to make him feel at home. It was a little difficult at first, because our cultures were so different. But after some time we started to adjust and get to know each other. Pretty soon, Kojo was a member of the family. In fact, everybody in my entire neighborhood was psyched about Kojo. He was super popular at church, people were always offering him rides and inviting him over for dinner. He was such a warm and friendly guy, that you just couldn't help but love him. Even at 12-years-old, I was impressed with the fact that race wasn't an issue when Kojo came to our little community.

The summer came to an end and it was time for Kojo to go to BYU-Hawaii. Everyone was very sad to see him go, especially me, because he had become like a brother to me. To this day, he is still treated like a member of my family. 

Instead of focusing on the negatives aspects of racism in our country, I think it is also important to look at how far we've come. In this particular situation, a different race and culture were not only accepted, but happily embraced. We still have a long way to go, but I feel like we are moving in a positive direction with each generation. 

Friday, February 13, 2009

I'm short, so sue me.

Talking about advertising this week and seeing a few examples of how both men and women are portrayed in the media got me to thinking. If I'm not 5' 9" and and 105 lbs, I should be hitting the gym... hard. I mean, I'm 5' 3 AND 1/2", so what's a girl, nay, a woman to do about that? I can go to the gym, all day, everyday and it's not going to make me any taller. I'm stuck with what I got, so I might as well flaunt it, right? (Just joshin').

Anyway, the point is, we're all different shapes and sizes for a reason. If we were all 5' 9" and super skinny, what fun would that be? It's a shame that the media is so focused on and obsessed with using ONLY beautiful, lean, tall people. It's not realistic and it gets a little boring if you ask me. 

Both my mom and sister are super skinny; I'm talking, it would be really hard for them to gain any weight. But, they don't look too skinny, they look good. I did not inherit the same body type as they have. I have more of an athletic build, which is fine. I don't care. I would totally take being good at sports over a super skinny body. I may not look as lean or whatever as them, but that doesn't mean I have no "skillz". 

I think it's ludicrous how everyone in the media looks so perfect. It makes me want to puke. Let's change it! Change! Change! Change!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Dudes and Dudettes

Talking about throwing out our bra's and women being called girls this week has given me some opinions that I didn't know I had. Not strong ones, but slight jolts of wanting to speak my mind. Not having real strong opinions on these matters, I'm just going to briefly talk about what came to my mind during our discussions this week. 

1. Throwing out our bras. Now I realize it was an expression of women's liberation while challenging the Miss America Pageant. These feminists were disgusted by women walking around in bikinis (or modest one-pieces, what have you), and being judged by how pretty they were. Oh and by how smart and articulate and blah, blah, blah (let's be real right? It's all about looks, period!). Anyway, I think these ladies wanted to shock and awe. Why else would they think to take off their bra's and swing 'em out the window? I'm going to speak for most girl's, nay, women, when I say, some of us need a little support! Ya dig, ladies? I'm all for women's rights and being treated equally to men, but if I'm going to act upon inequality, I'm not going to be taking off my bra. But again, I do get why they did it, to an extent. 

2. Women being angry when men call them girl's. Really? Come on! I'm a 21-year-old girl. I'm a 21-year-old women. I'm a 21-year-old lady. What difference does it make to me!? I don't care, call me a girl, (although I do have an affinity towards lady, it's kinda cute). But seriously, I respect myself and have enough confidence in myself to be okay with not being called a WOMAN all the time. I don't let it bother me. In fact, sometimes it still scares me a little when people call me a woman! I still feel like a 10-year-old girl sometimes.

So anyway, call me crazy, but I'm pretty laid back about the whole thing.