The Edge of Reason: December 2011

I saw the clip above and I am really disturbed by its popularity among women. I want to scream… “Cut the crap!!!” but instead here is what I think:

I think advertising is art. Women are beautiful and using women in ads just celebrates their beauty

In a culture where so many claim to be feminists why are we portraying the woman as weak and easily influenced. I think it’s an insult to my intelligence to tell me that the media dictates what I consider beautiful. Really as an educated woman don’t you think I know enough to recognize that the women in advertising are but a small percentage?

Damn it there are women who look like this. I’ve seen them walking around. … my point here is … what do you consider beautiful ? By boycotting Victoria secrets models don’t we create a reverse prejudice? Is it me or does this article scream, hate every woman that I think looks better than I do?

When did skinny become synonymous with being unhealthy? I don’t assume that if you’re slightly overweight that you’re seconds away from croaking.

There isn’t a photoshopped picture in the world that can keep my away from my pork chops

We’ve photoshopped landscapes, logos, lighting… is it that outrageous that we’ve also retouched women?

I have my favorite body part that I secretly celebrate. Is taking a picture of it and isolating it from the rest of my body dehumanizing?... since when ?

The media isn’t the problem. The problem is the lack of support at home. Fathers who don’t tell their daughters that they are beautiful. Mothers who place more emphasis on prom dresses, Easter dresses, weddings dresses han on letting their little girls know that inner beauty is much better and easier to maintain than what’s outside.

Anorexia seriously makes me sad but I think that it’s unfair to blame a whole epidemic on the media.

Don’t get me wrong I understand that the industry is biased and that they have certain standards as to what is considered beautiful but women aren’t empty barrels who can’t think for themselves. We do know the difference between fantasy and reality.

Beauty is subjective and that’s O.K. because when you think about it we don’t need to conform to anybody’s perception of beauty. Especially not the media, who are they anyway?

P.S. peep the picture below. I hope I see a campaign against the dehumanizing of men -_-!!

So I’m 25. A few days ago I found it hard to say my age when asked how old I was. I’ve always been one of those women who never understood what was the big deal with admitting your age. You’re as old as you are and that’s it… right? As always it bothered me and I sat and wondered about it all until I got the answer. I haven’t accomplished what I wanted to by 25 and saying my age is like scolding myself over and over again. But you know what, I’m thankful for my 25 years on earth because Lord knows there are too many people who didn’t make it. People I loved, people I thought I’d see forever and ever with and call me crazy but for that I feel guilty. Why did I make it and not them, don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining but I wonder. It must be because there are things I need to do here that I haven’t done. That gives me second thoughts on completing what I feel I have to do. What if I finish and a bus hits me as soon as I fulfill my purpose here. Wouldn’t it be better to just drag my feet on doing what I need to, or would I fail by default and have my life taken away anyway? I have no idea how it works or why I think I’m an oracle or something. The point is I can only guess as to what my purpose is … and try to complete what will make me proud of my 25 years on earth.. So as I work on making year 26^th year epic. I wrote a list of what makes me proud to be 25:

1. I have love and whether we admit it or not we just want someone to care that much about us. I’m not saying we’re dependent but whether it’s our family or friends or a significant other life is much better when somebody loves us.

2. I took me 25 years to figure out that it’s okay to be myself. Those who love me just won’t mind. I’m not completely comfortable with myself yet but I’m getting there.

3. I’m okay with not sharing the same ideals of a group. Its hard to tell the people you love that you don’t agree with their view on life and that you don’t want to live the same way.

4. I have half of my first fictional novel

5. I’ve learnt to say stop

6. I’ve learnt to walk away

7. I’ve learnt that its okay to be wrong

8. I’ve learnt to say … that hurts…because pretending it didn’t hurts even more

9. I’ve learnt that loosing people in your life isn’t the end of the world it’s a plot twist, a chance to continue writing your story with a different set of characters

10. The people who want to understand you will at least try hard to

11. I have a support system that believes in me even when I want to say to hell with this

12. Man I got some amazing friends and family.

Cheers to life!