Hey blog readers. I know, I know. It's been way too long. But better late than never, right? I know you've missed me and I've missed you. :-) School of course is always bringing me down--but I think it's important to enjoy what I can because I still have two more years of high school. That is a LOT and I need to not just try to get through it, but actually experience it. I guess words are easier than actions, but still, I think that's a good philosophy.
Anyway! This weekend was relatively good. Friday was definitely an entertainment packed day. I first saw New Moon (yes, yes, the Twilight saga) and it wasn't actually too horrid. I mean, true, no one can act in the movie to save their lives. I relate the experience of seeing it to eating cotton candy. It's not really healthy, it really doesn't have much substance besides sugar and fluff, yet it is so delicious and addicting. True, most of the guys are shirtless 70 percent of the time, but I'm not complaining and by hearing all the screams from all the pre-teen girls in the theatre, I don't think they're complaining much either. . .
I have a confession to make: In middle school, I sadly had a huge Twilight phase in which all I read and talked about was vampires and werewolves. I would quote cheesy metaphors from the books and I would read a chapter each night before bed (yes, that's right. I read them again and again). So I justified watching this fluffy movie because it was necessary to fufill my middle school obsession. Okay, that is not much of a confession because if you knew me at all a few years ago, you would definitely know about my obsession. Okay, and maybe it wasn't middle school. Maybe freshman year? Let's just say middle school for my sake. I used to be Team Edward but I might be leaning towards Team Jacob just because of Taylor Lautner. Mmmm.
Okay, so back to Friday. Amanda and I then rushed to go to the opera. The opera was called Cosi Fan Tutte. It was hilarious. I would have never thought myself to be a opera lover, but I love the opera. This opera was written by Mozart and the music was amazing and the story line was hilarious. Thank goodness for the screen with the translations from Italian. Without the translations, it would not be as great. I love how modern humor is relatively similar to how humor 200 years ago was. That makes me happy. Go opera club!
So right now I am listening to Eric Hutchinson on repeat and counting down the days until winter break. Literally. Outloud and in my planner. There are about 18-20 days after Thanksgiving break until Winter break. And then this coming week, I only have two more days of school. Yes! Screw the veterans, give me more pumpkin pie time. I seriously am kidding. I am very thankful for the veterans who give their time to help us. I am, I am. I should be getting back to studying bio, because that is oh so fun. I hope you know that I am being sarcastic.
You know what I'm ready for? A snow day. Asap. That would be excellent.
Dear Snow Gods,
I am ready for it to snow. Thanks a bunch. I'm getting quite impatient.
Sincerely,
Your favorite impatient girl,
Aviva
Have a lovely evening everyone.
You know it's a palindrome kind of world.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
And he spent the day whistling away
Hey blog readers.
Okay, so Jenny and I wrote an article for the school newspaper. We had to edit out all the fiction because it wasn't in a journalistic style but I am going to post what my article used to look like. And keep your eyes open for our article in the school newspaper. It's called, Swine Flu: Men are Pigs. It is all about the act of whistling in our society and how it is demeaning towards women. Here is the version that will NOT be in the newspaper (note: no last names included):
Aviva:
So what do those with testosterone think about this controversial issue? Luke , a junior who has experience in the act of whistling says, “They {women} should be flattered. It’s a compliment and it’s not sexist since the situation can apply to either gender.” Kaustubh, a sophomore, has never whistled at women. When Jenny and Aviva ask him the question in the form of, “Why would anyone do it?” he answers, “Probably to make up for the fact that they {men} are not able to attract women.” Is Kaustaubh saying that perhaps males are whistling because they can’t use their wit or good looks to attract the opposite sex? He has a point.
Is the act of whistling a habit or something taught to a boy as a young child? I highly doubt that a boy’s education happens like this:
Father: “Son, I think it’s time that I teach you an important life skill. I was taught this as a young boy and you must pass it on to future generations.” Son: “Oh gee, Dad. Are you going to teach me how to fly a kite or grill meat?” Father: “Oh no, son. Not that, something much more important. In order to attract the opposite sex, we men must whistle at women as we drive past. The more they resemble prostitutes, the better.” “But dad, can’t we just talk to them like human beings, face to face?” {Stage direction: Father laughs.} “Oh no, no, son. That is not how men treat the opposite sex. We must be degrading and try to act like pigs as much as humanly possible. Men are above women in the social hierarchy. That is how it’s always been.” Son: “Oh, wow, thanks, Dad. I want to grow up to be just like you!” {Stage direction: Father demonstrates a wolf whistle and the son begins to practice. Son looks frustrated, but after the tenth attempt, belts out a loud cat call. The father pats his son on the back and they spend the day whistling away.}
Guest writers Aviva and Jenny think whistling at women is inappropriate and outdated. However, many young women at school surprisingly think it is flattering -- even complimentary -- or some of them just do not care. Liz Thompson, a junior who thinks the act of whistling is flattering, says, “I take it as a compliment. Oh I don’t know, I appreciate that they appreciate that I look good.” On the other hand, Sarah, a sophomore, does not have an opinion on the issue. She says, “I’m not embarrassed or disturbed. It’s not sexist and I don’t really care.” Perhaps teenagers in the 21st century think whistling is acceptable because they are accustomed to it, because every girl interviewed for this article had been whistled at multiple times. Perhaps we girls should rethink our attitude towards whistling if we expect to be taken seriously and treated equally in today’s society.
We highly doubt anything productive will come out of cat calling. The young men we interviewed at school said that they whistled mostly for the thrill of it or they wanted a girl’s telephone number or a smile.
However, we highly doubt that a situation like the one described below will ever happen ten years down the road at a party:
Fiancé: I have an announcement to make. Patrick and I are engaged! Guest #1: “Wow, congratulations! How did you guys meet?” Woman: “Well, it was a hot summer day. I was wearing short shorts and a tank top. Patrick was a stranger at the time. He whistled and screamed out the car window to me, “Hey, pretty lady. Can I get your number? He even made a suggestive movement with his hands; it was completely adorable. I knew that I wanted a man like that to help me raise my kids one day. I knew I needed to marry someone who treats women like pieces of chopped meat. And to think, it all started with that irresistible whistle.” {Stage direction: The happy couple kiss and the party guests whisper to each other about the wedding plans.}
Are we saying that women should retaliate if they are whistled at? No, please do not punch the guy in the face unless it is absolutely necessary. But to all men reading this article, please don’t beep or honk at women. It is demeaning, and unless you enjoy being referred to as, “pigs,” “scum,” or worse, then please just be respectful.
Hope you enjoyed that. We had a bunch of fun writing it. Perhaps I'll post Jenny's section in the future. It is also entertaining.
Off to homework land. Have a lovely week, everyone. I think I am ready for a good ol' fashion'd snow day.
You know it's a palindrome kind of world.
P.S. On Friday I am gong to see New Moon (you know that awful series about vampires and that werewolf guy with the nice arms) and then I'm going to the Opera. Yay opera club!
Okay, so Jenny and I wrote an article for the school newspaper. We had to edit out all the fiction because it wasn't in a journalistic style but I am going to post what my article used to look like. And keep your eyes open for our article in the school newspaper. It's called, Swine Flu: Men are Pigs. It is all about the act of whistling in our society and how it is demeaning towards women. Here is the version that will NOT be in the newspaper (note: no last names included):
Aviva:
So what do those with testosterone think about this controversial issue? Luke , a junior who has experience in the act of whistling says, “They {women} should be flattered. It’s a compliment and it’s not sexist since the situation can apply to either gender.” Kaustubh, a sophomore, has never whistled at women. When Jenny and Aviva ask him the question in the form of, “Why would anyone do it?” he answers, “Probably to make up for the fact that they {men} are not able to attract women.” Is Kaustaubh saying that perhaps males are whistling because they can’t use their wit or good looks to attract the opposite sex? He has a point.
Is the act of whistling a habit or something taught to a boy as a young child? I highly doubt that a boy’s education happens like this:
Father: “Son, I think it’s time that I teach you an important life skill. I was taught this as a young boy and you must pass it on to future generations.” Son: “Oh gee, Dad. Are you going to teach me how to fly a kite or grill meat?” Father: “Oh no, son. Not that, something much more important. In order to attract the opposite sex, we men must whistle at women as we drive past. The more they resemble prostitutes, the better.” “But dad, can’t we just talk to them like human beings, face to face?” {Stage direction: Father laughs.} “Oh no, no, son. That is not how men treat the opposite sex. We must be degrading and try to act like pigs as much as humanly possible. Men are above women in the social hierarchy. That is how it’s always been.” Son: “Oh, wow, thanks, Dad. I want to grow up to be just like you!” {Stage direction: Father demonstrates a wolf whistle and the son begins to practice. Son looks frustrated, but after the tenth attempt, belts out a loud cat call. The father pats his son on the back and they spend the day whistling away.}
Guest writers Aviva and Jenny think whistling at women is inappropriate and outdated. However, many young women at school surprisingly think it is flattering -- even complimentary -- or some of them just do not care. Liz Thompson, a junior who thinks the act of whistling is flattering, says, “I take it as a compliment. Oh I don’t know, I appreciate that they appreciate that I look good.” On the other hand, Sarah, a sophomore, does not have an opinion on the issue. She says, “I’m not embarrassed or disturbed. It’s not sexist and I don’t really care.” Perhaps teenagers in the 21st century think whistling is acceptable because they are accustomed to it, because every girl interviewed for this article had been whistled at multiple times. Perhaps we girls should rethink our attitude towards whistling if we expect to be taken seriously and treated equally in today’s society.
We highly doubt anything productive will come out of cat calling. The young men we interviewed at school said that they whistled mostly for the thrill of it or they wanted a girl’s telephone number or a smile.
However, we highly doubt that a situation like the one described below will ever happen ten years down the road at a party:
Fiancé: I have an announcement to make. Patrick and I are engaged! Guest #1: “Wow, congratulations! How did you guys meet?” Woman: “Well, it was a hot summer day. I was wearing short shorts and a tank top. Patrick was a stranger at the time. He whistled and screamed out the car window to me, “Hey, pretty lady. Can I get your number? He even made a suggestive movement with his hands; it was completely adorable. I knew that I wanted a man like that to help me raise my kids one day. I knew I needed to marry someone who treats women like pieces of chopped meat. And to think, it all started with that irresistible whistle.” {Stage direction: The happy couple kiss and the party guests whisper to each other about the wedding plans.}
Are we saying that women should retaliate if they are whistled at? No, please do not punch the guy in the face unless it is absolutely necessary. But to all men reading this article, please don’t beep or honk at women. It is demeaning, and unless you enjoy being referred to as, “pigs,” “scum,” or worse, then please just be respectful.
Hope you enjoyed that. We had a bunch of fun writing it. Perhaps I'll post Jenny's section in the future. It is also entertaining.
Off to homework land. Have a lovely week, everyone. I think I am ready for a good ol' fashion'd snow day.
You know it's a palindrome kind of world.
P.S. On Friday I am gong to see New Moon (you know that awful series about vampires and that werewolf guy with the nice arms) and then I'm going to the Opera. Yay opera club!
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