My Three Favourite posts of the week.

I’ve been wanting to start one of these for a while now, so here I go. Here are my three favourite posts of the week:

Number 1:
Why Sexualising young Female actors is less weird than Sexualising young Male actors.

This post was fantastic. Really opened my eyes whilst at the same time made me want to read Harry Potter again.

Number 2:
What does a PhD in Creative Writing entail?

I just started following this person but she writes very professionally, for obvious reasons I suppose since she’s doing a PhD in Creative Writing. Love this post.

Number 3:
You can call me Spatula for short.

I love this blog, The Bloggess is absolutely hilarious. She can make me laugh about literally anything.

A great week overall.

A No-Win Situation.

As you’ve probably read, there’s been a story going round about a girl walking down a street in New York and being hassled and heckled a countless number of times.

Here’s the story if you want to read it.

But we’re all used to that right? Women get cat called all the time, it’s nothing special, so we shouldn’t care about it. At least, that’s what we’re told we should think.

But it’s the comments on the video that really bother me, and really show how much work needs to be done.

“Most of those were compliments!”
“…Had those guys known how conceited that bitch was I’m sure they wouldn’t give her two fucks!”
(Apologies for the language)

As another reporter pointed out, the men in these comments seem to be taking the perception of these catcalls as a threat, as a threat in itself.

It’s like the saying: the comments on any feminism post justify the need for feminism.

I noticed the woman in the video kept on being told to ‘smile’ but even when she did it didn’t stop the harassment.

And it is harassment. If women bothered men half as much, then I’m sure they’d get used to staring at the ground and politely nodding when someone cat called them.

You’re never quite sure what to do in that situation. If you ignore them and keep walking then you’re told that you’re rude and a bitch. If you say thank you or acknowledge them in any way then they take that as an invitation to talk more or follow you and it can get quite scary.

But we get it from both sides too. If you are even slightly flattered by a whistle when you walk past someone then you feel guilty on behalf of all girls who would just like to walk somewhere without being bothered and harassed a lot of the time. It’s a no win situation.

To me it really just shows how much further we have to go to help women feel safe and equal in the daily lives. We’ve made some absolutely huge leaps in the past few decades, but that doesn’t mean we can stop now.

And it doesn’t mean that men have it super easy all the time, of course they have their issues too, but right now it does seem like women have more pressing issues that make us feel scared in our daily lives. Is that not worth trying to fix?

I probably won’t see a time when women are properly safe and equal in my lifetime, but hopefully we’ll get much closer.

That’s the goal anyway.

#feelingnuts gave me an idea

I watched a comedy show with the message: Learn how to and check your testicles for cancer frequently.

But even with all the shows and websites telling you how to check your nuts and boobs, how do we know what to look for?

I mean, no one’s ever felt Cancer until they have it. And the number of fat deposits or just natural bumps you could have that could be mistaken for cancer is silly.

So I had an idea. It’s probably not a novel idea, but it’s one that I haven’t seen being done before.

What if, in a doctor’s surgery, they had a fake testicle and a fake boob with fake cancer in it. Just a few lumps and just so we can get used to what a cancerous lump would actually feel like. Then we might catch many more cases before they become a real issue.

It’s just a small thought, but it’s one that could potentially save lives.

And it’d be pretty fun too.

What writing three positive things about myself a day taught me.

I’ve been trying to be happier recently.

It’s not that I’ve been depressed or even particularly sad, just not particularly happy either.

It might be one of those things that just happens when you’re thrown out into the real world and things don’t go quite as you expected. Or maybe it’s just a residual sadness from being rejected from so many jobs, especially the most recent one which was one I really wanted to do.

But really I’ve been feeling just not good enough.

Not good enough at writing, not even good enough at maths which is what I got my degree in. Really it didn’t make much sense.

So I was told by someone that writing a few things down each day that are good about yourself can help you to shift your mindset. Help you to see yourself in a better light, and really just try to not focus on just the negatives.

On day 1 I found it fairly easy: I always have a few things I like about myself stored away in case someone asks me about it. Usually my eyes, my butt, and my general politeness and niceness. So that wasn’t too hard.

On day 2 it started to get harder. I made myself write down something different each day so I would have a long list of positive things about myself when I was done. (This was only for a week).
But I found that I struggled a bit once my go to ones were gone. I had to dig a little deeper to think about what was actually good about myself. It actually felt more rewarding afterwards because of that I think.

In the later days it got even harder, but occasionally I’d hit on a vein of myself that I didn’t realise I thought was good and that would be a bit easier.

When I had the full list I read it through again. I realised a few things about my list:
It was mostly things about my physical appearance, as if I judged that much more highly than I judged personality traits, or things I did for others. I realised my perception was skewed, and I needed to fix that.

But I also realised that I hadn’t put down ‘good at maths’ or ‘good at writing’ in the list at all. Do I not think that they are positive things about me, or do I not think that I am good at them?
It makes less sense to think that about the maths, I have physical evidence to back up that I’m good at it. But I’ve never really got proof of my abilities in writing, just some compliments from people who have read the stuff I write.

Maybe I need to work on that more. Get myself some proof of my abilities and then maybe I’ll believe it.

But I do know that I really need to work on my self image. I need to believe in myself more.

It ended up being a very positive experience for me. Maybe it could be for you too?
Thank you for reading.

Racism happens to everyone.

So first I should apologise profusely for not blogging for what I think is a whole month, or even longer. My life has been a bit full on recently and I’ve also been a bit sad. I’m working at a local pub but it’s making me feel quite low, and I got an interview for an Editorial Assistant position for a magazine that publishes Scientific Research papers and articles and I’m mentally crossing everything that I get it.

So anyway, back to the real point of this post.

I read a tumblr post today that stated:
“Someone calling a white person ‘wonder bread’ isn’t racist. It’s rude, but it’s not racist. Wonder bread as an offensive term has no weight, no meaning. It’s just something to push your buttons. Using the N-word is racist – it has meaning and weight and brings up a past that should’ve never happened. The comparison between rude and racist is like squares and rectangles – every square is a rectangle, but not every rectangle is a square. Every racist comment you hear is rude, but not every rude comment you hear is racist.”
– from an in-class debate about white supremacy (via seehowtame)

And I can see their point that racism towards Black (apologies if that term is racist in itself) or really any “non-White” race is particularly bad as white people in the past have been horrible to pretty much anyone that’s different to them, especially black people.

But we also tend to forget the definition of racism itself which, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is defined as:
The belief that all members of each race possess characteristics, abilities, or qualities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races.
Prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one’s own race is superior.

So, unless I’m mistaken, racism can be towards anyone, even white people. Not that it would be as bad as the racism that stems from generations of abuse, but it would still be technically racism. Besides, it would just be plain rude no matter who it was directed towards.

Basically, as much as I agree that racism towards other races is terrible, racism towards white people does exist, even in its own minuscule forms, and, if we want to completely eradicate racism towards anyone, we need to completely put a stop to it. That means all of it.