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In Honor Of Speak Now…

I write this post.

Taylor Swift, the 20 year old singer/songwriter, has stolen my creative mind. Her songs paint such vivid pictures, and she’s never afraid to say what she feels. Swift writes about ex-boyfriends (most famous), shitty friends, bullies, and the infamous Kanye moment. Throughout the entire album, she never loses classiness. She also stays true to the title, and speaks.

I don’t want this post to become some fan obsessed tribute to a singer. Rather, a tribute for what she is standing for. Speak now. People rarely do. I wish I had half the guts Swift does to speak my mind. I don’t want to waste my life, and look back on what-if moments. I want to say what I mean, and not have to write a memoir about it later. So, in this blog, I am taking the chance to write what I meant to speak so many times before. In the wonderful words of Ms. Swift herself, “To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve know :).”

This poem that I wrote is for someone who has, for the majority of my life, had some unstoppable, and usually, unnoticeable control over me.

So many years have gone by.
Without you by my side.
Don’t you know what you did to me?
Leaving me, so sweet and innocently?

The destruction you did was unbearable.
Ever cross your mind I was too young?
Too young to have my innocence usurped.
Too old to forget.
Don’t you know what you did to me?

Now every guy is your replacement.
In my mind, it was painted as my fault.
Why didn’t you stay, why wasn’t I good enough?
Better yet, why didn’t you love me.
Don’t you know what you did to me?

Play the part now, desperate to pretend.
But I left the world of dress up.
It wasn’t my fault, though you never deemed it necessary.
Didn’t the fact that I stopped saying “I love you” mean anything?

Don’t you know what you did to me?

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Sexism runs rampant

What year is it? Because I am pretty sure we’re living in 2010, but some people seem to be portraying lifestyles closer to the 1950’s. I will admit, we’ve come a long way. More women go to college than men, we’ve had women run for president. We can burn our bras if we damn well please. But, apparently, women are still not capable of taking care of things, especially things considered “manly”. I won’t say everyone falls into this category, most people don’t. But, working in the food industry, and interacting with people on a daily basis, I realize it more. I have had customers refuse to believe something I have to say; they have to hear it from my male manager. A co-worker of mine insisted on calling me babe until I practically screamed at him to stop, because I am NOT his babe.

About a month ago, I hit a deer. It was late at night, there were a bunch in the middle of the highway, and I stopped as quickly as I could. The damage wasn’t so bad, but it still needed to be fixed. Now, I am the first to admit that I am quite the novice when it comes to cars. I’ve learned enough from the boyfriend (who’s a mechanic), but it’s just not my cup of tea. But that doesn’t mean I’m lesser. When I brought the car in to be evaluated, the man was friendly enough. He started drilling me about insurance, and I deferred those questions to my dad, who is the insurance holder.

The car was supposed to be done in three days. On the third day, I called to inquire about when I could get the car back. I was put on hold for ten minutes. When someone finally came to the phone, I was ecstatic. I asked him when I’d get my car back. His response? “Well, I’m not sure. It doesn’t look like today. We still have to assemble it, clean it, and close for the night. You’ll probably have it back by tomorrow.” Probably?!? When I stated that he said it would be done today, I received the condescending, “Well, honey, sometimes these things happen. You have a rental car, remember? So just use that. Everything will be fine.” Somehow I doubt he would’ve said that to a man.

It isn’t just me this is happening to, either. In the public, especially recently, women have been subjected to sexism. Take for instance the recent “Glee” actors GQ cover. First, the ridiculous response from the Parents Television Council is that it is pedophilia. Uhm, those actors are in their twenties. Second, the women are coming under fire. True, they’re scantily clad. But, they are women. Adults. And, I don’t see Cory Monteith, the guy, taking any heat for these accusations. Is it more okay for a guy to strip than a girl?

I was brought up to believe that men and women were completely equal. While my interests and activities shifted more towards the female side of things, I have no doubts that if I were to pursue more “manly” activities, I could do just fine. I wonder why the rest of the world doesn’t see this?

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I went to Catholic school for the majority of my childhood. While good things came from it (ex: small classes, me being extremely productive at time, actually having proper grammar, and being advanced for my grade), there were, of course, those nasty downsides. For example, the uniforms. While the lazy person in me loved them, when I got out into the real world, I realized I didn’t know how to dress. Even worse, I had to clothes appropriate to dress in. Another downside: being forced to believe certain things. Abortion is wrong, or so I’ve been taught. Personally, I hold my own opinions on the topic. But my opinion isn’t the point of this blog. In high school, they started showing us pictures of babies that died in abortions. The pictures are gruesome and don’t leave much to the imagination. This past week on my campus, I was reminded of these pictures.

A group called “Repent America” descended onto my college’s campus Tuesday. They were packing bibles and flyers. Step stools were used so they could stand out from the crowd, and in a slightly symbolic way, stand up to the crowd. These preachers were going on about homosexuality, abortion, and how “There is only one way to have a relationship with God. That is to be born again.” That really blew my mind. You see, the Bible I grew up reading was much more accepting than the one they were touting. It’s interesting how people can interpret the same thing completely opposite. My roommate and I simply stared in amazement as students got so agitated and offended. Some cried, some yelled, some laughed it off. I can’t say I saw many agreeing.

I haven’t truly stated my opinion on all of this, and that’s ok. My opinion doesn’t need to validate my point, which is this: Is it ok for religious groups to have (possible) offensive pictures and language displayed? I agree in the First Amendment. Freedom of speech, press, and religion. I have no problem with that. But, what happens if those items become offensive to people, and they can’t walk away from it. Those students needed to be on campus for one reason or another, and simply couldn’t walk away from the crowds. Pictures like these:

were displayed all around.

I guess my opinion has come through without me wanting it to. My roommate and I wrote an article about this for our school newspaper. I am intrigued to hear what you guys have to say.

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Childhood

It’s funny how I can pretend to be so adult, so mature, yet the second I step into my bedroom at my parent’s house I am transported back years. Suddenly, I’m the free five year old playing with my stuffed animals. All of a sudden, I’m the pre-teen who is yearning over Justin Timberlake. Unfortunately, I get catapulted back to high school. I’m insecure, unsure of who I am, what I want in life. Hoping for someone to fall in love with me.

I made a comment a few weeks back to my mom about how it’s odd for me to remember living at home during the school year. Yet, it comes back to me rather quickly as well. Every picture on the wall, book on the shelf, and cd in the case is a reminder of who I used to be. It’s not as if I changed so drastically I can’t remember my insecurities, but rather that that person seems so separate from me.

It’s true you can leave home but never truly leave. I love my house and my family. It’s a hard lesson moving on and yet trying to hold on to the ever fading childhood. I’m not quite sure which way to go just yet, though if I could completely forget my senior year that would be dandy.

I have progressed so much in life. Hell, I’m going to England in 3 months. Scarrrry. I bet then I’ll be begging to sleep at home for the night. I do miss living at home to an extent. I miss familiarity, always having someone around (even if they’re sleeping, or have four legs). I miss just being able to be myself without worrying about upsetting roommates.

On the other hand, I am so happy to be growing up. I feel more myself than I ever have. I am confident. I love being able to leave when I want, come back whenever I choose, and basically be able to do whatever I damn well please. Though, sometimes it is easier to have someone (namely a parent) tell you what you can and cannot do.

I guess this post has become a rambling, but I rather enjoy it. Family and home can be left, but they never leave you. And best of all, you can always come back. Worst of all? Well, it’s never going to be the same.

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Hello world!

So, this is my first blog. I’m not really sure what to say to introduce you all to it. I’m a writer, so I hope that this blog expresses the many facets of me. Also, I hope to post pertinent and interesting articles found around the net. I’m headed to England for four months in January, so this is a great tool to keep in touch with my family and friends. For now, I’m just learning this blog and experimenting a little. Hope everyone enjoys it!

Gabriella

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Facebook Article

So, Facebook, since it’s development in 2004, has been an international hit. Sure, there have been some controversies over it, and not all high school students are thrilled that their parents have page, but overall, it’s a great source to keep in touch with friends and family. Well, now a movie has been made about the inception of Facebook. “The Social Network” tracks an actor portraying Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg, as he navigates the halls of Harvard and his invention of Facebook. An interesting fact that many people may not know is that Napster co-founder, Sean Parker, was a big help in developing Facebook. Vanity Fair recently did an interview with Parker, one of his only public appearances. It’s an interesting read: http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2010/10/sean-parker-201010?currentPage=1.

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