Tuesday, November 25, 2014

30 Mental Life Hacks

I've really been enjoying my stay back here in California. Seeing old, comfortable friends and teachers, revisiting familiar grounds, homemade food, purple hair...

Well, not really. It was supposed to be a pinkish purple, but ended up being a purplish pink. I'm not fussy, it'll look cooler once it fades out and blends. Can't do anything about the color, so I won't dwell on it.

In visiting my old high school, I realized I don't really have a lot friends there. Sure, I knew people, and I used to talk to them, but I never considered them my friends. I would've been more comfortable waving than stopping to talk. Then again, I know of one under upperclassman that I really wanted to see, but didn't. A thousand curses upon eye exams.

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I Need Some Sleep, by Eels



I've really had a thing for quiet music lately. Hmmm.

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Yesterday I wrote "25 Things I Needed To Hear," in which I listed 25 encompassing things I've discovered to bear in mind when struggling through life. I really enjoyed doing it because I believe I am primarily a pessimist more so than an optimist, and it felt good focusing on the inevitable and hopeful things in life - both a pessimistic and optimistic outlook.

Therefore, I want to create another list today, this one not so serious. While it will still have advice, it won't be so serious and deep. More like... serious life hacks? I don't know how to word it.

So, this time I present:

30 Mental Life Hacks
  1. Always keep a water bottle in your car.
  2. Get something new where you go to eat often. Don't stick with your regular.
  3. Make a budget for yourself - and keep to it. But give yourself some play money every once in a while too, so you don't miss out on being with friends just because you were too frugal to splurge. 
  4. Carry a lighter if you travel around a lot - even if you don't smoke. They can be very handy.
  5. If you're texting someone, and are nervous about sending it, SEND IT. You wrote it for a reason.
  6. Prioritize those you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you're working, not 2 in the morning when you're lonely.
  7. Coupons. Coupons are good.
  8. Stay out/up late if you want to, but be sure to wake up early on some of the following mornings instead of sleeping in all the time. You'll be glad you had all of your day.
  9. If someone's talking and you think of something to say, discreetly extend one finger. That way, you won't interrupt the person, but you also won't forget you wanted to say something.
  10. If something makes you laugh until you can't breathe, save it (somehow) for a rainy day. Hoard the things that make you laugh.
  11. If you're nervous about buying something, round the price up. That way, you'll always have money left over.
  12. If your favorite band is in town, go to any and all lengths to see them. Trust me, you won't regret it. Just go to concerts in general, especially outdoor ones. If you want, get drunk with your (trusted) friends - not sloppy drunk, just enough to dance and scream your favorite songs without embarrassment. If you can do that without influence (like I thankfully can; I don't drink) then that's even more reason to go.
  13. Keep a change of old clothes in your car at all time, preferably shoes too. You can never be too careful.
  14. It's okay to pity yourself every once in a while, but check yourself before you dig that hole too deep.
  15. If you think that daring new shirt is cool, though not necessarily your "style," WEAR IT. Don't worry about what others think. You'll look fantastic, I promise.
  16. Keep at least $20 cash on you at all times. You never know when you're going to need cab/bus fare, and not all restaurants split checks.
  17. Don't over-plan your life. Leave a little room for improv. It's nice having stability, but it's nicer having freedom of choice at a fork in the road, where either choice can still let you get to where you ultimately want to be.
  18. Plan out your off days with your friends in advance. You don't want to waste time puttering around, bouncing back and forth the question of, "I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
  19. If someone compliments you, smile and say, "Thanks." Don't be bashful. In most cases, they wouldn't have said it unless they meant it.
  20. Remember to tell your friends, in one way or another, how much they mean to you. You choose the method you're most comfortable with.
  21. If you struggle with acne, above all else, DRINK MORE WATER. Don't waste money on expensive medical creams and washes before giving yourself at LEAST five days of drinking 30% more water than you usually do. It'll keep you hydrated as well - always a good thing.
  22. Aim to be better, not bitter.
  23. While there is such thing as over-packing, don't be afraid to bring along some extra choices. You'll be glad you have options.
  24. If you can, take those extra hours at work. The paycheck will make it worth it.
  25. Clean your room and make your bed, you slob. It'll look much nicer, and you'll feel better you did it. Here's a reassuring opinion: I find that once you get started, it's extremely easy and enjoyable to keep going. No excuses.
  26. You might want to look tan, but looking good isn't worth sunburn or skin cancer. Use at least SPF 30. You'll still tan. No excuses.
  27. If you have to make the first move, make the first move. It's scary, but someone's gotta do it.
  28. Take plenty of pictures. Pictures, pictures, pictures. Of the landscape, of your friends, your pet, your food, the sunsets, selfies. Everything. Memories doesn't last forever without a little help.
  29. You're allowed to be happy. Don't worry if other people expect otherwise, or whisper behind your back. Do what makes you tick.
  30. Don't resist being a little crazy sometimes. No one ever made memories of quiet nights just like all the rest. "When your life flashes before your eyes, make sure it's worth watching." Throw a little spice in there, every now and then.
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Good luck. You do you.

Monday, November 24, 2014

25 Things I Needed to Hear

You Haven't Seen The Last Of Me, by Cher (from "Burlesque")



I thought it was an appropriate song for this post.

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If you were anything like me during my middle/high school years, you probably struggled a lot through life by trial and error. But I don't pretend to be an all-knowing college student now, either. It's one of my goals to never think I know best based solely on seniority. 

But there are a lot of things I know now that would have helped a lot when I was younger. Not only in boosting my confidence, but in improving social relations with my peers. Therefore, I have compiled yet another list, this one all about advice to the younger generation (and maybe even the older one too), to give them a heads up about what's coming, and for myself to look back on during those inevitable bad days.

Thus, I present:

25 Things I Needed to Hear
  1. You are stronger than you think.
  2. You are crueler than you think.
  3. The smallest words will break you.
  4. You'll forget your email password years from now, but you'll remember the throwaway preference that one best friend had that even they did not expect you to remember.
  5. You will change. You're not the same you were five years ago, let alone five minutes ago, and that's okay. Especially if you didn't like the person you used to be.
  6. People come, and people go. Some are incense burners, others are forest fires.
  7. You don't have to open the curtains or the door if you don't want to.
  8. You body loves you. It works 24/7 to keep you alive, and that's all it has to live for. It breathes when you sleep, heals bones when they break, stops cuts from bleeding, finds ways to beat the illness before it gets to you. You body literally loves you so much. Love it back.
  9. You won't like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep.
  10. Never stop yourself from talking to them if you need to. No matter the time. They will understand.
  11. Find a safe place. Doesn't matter if it's the living room floor or the back corner of a coffee shop or up in a tree. Just make sure you have somewhere safe.
  12. You will have all kinds of phobias - spiders, heights, darkness, eating alone - but your biggest fear will be that others will see you the way you see yourself.
  13. Make friends with the broken people, the scarred survivors of this world. They know how to pull through.
  14. People say "I love you" in so many different ways. "You can have the last fry," or "Take an umbrella, it's raining," or "You're such a dork." Learn to listen for it.
  15. Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes, someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it.
  16. You can love and hate someone all at one. You can miss them so much you ache, but still ignore a text they send.
  17. Prioritize your mental health over your academic success. 
  18. Loneliness and being alone are two totally different things. One is a state of mind, the other is a state of being. You will feel both.
  19. Instant hot chocolate takes two minutes to make, and tea takes three. Neither requires culinary expertise. Indulge yourself when you need it.
  20. If you have a pet in your life, you've no idea of the honor. To them, you are their whole world. Love them as much as they unconditionally love you. Let them make you smile.
  21. There is honesty, and then there is brutal honesty. Know the difference, and know who can or can't stand each.
  22. You are good at something, even if it's remembering birthdays or figuring out what makes different people laugh. Don't let anyone ever tell you those things don't matter.
  23. Never assume something of anyone, be it of the friend you've known your whole life or the dude on the streets. Likewise for arguments; if you've got a problem with someone, there's an 85% chance they have a different story, where you might even be the villain. 
  24. Stay alive on the off chance that tomorrow is the day it all changes.
  25. Be the person you needed when you were younger. 
And most importantly, you will be okay.

That is all.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Extensive Rant on Racism

I have mentioned multiple times that I am taking an introductory course to dance and culture, and it was the class that I was looking forward to the most at the end of this summer. I hate it now, but that's not the point. I was supposed to write an essay comparing two dance cultures. I forget what the other one was now (this was about a month ago), but I remember the second culture was Muslim. As in, traditional, original Muslim belly dancing.

I didn't know whether belly dancing was one word or two, so I just typed it into the search bar, no spaces, and hit enter, knowing Google would either correct me or present websites and articles that showed the correct spelling. As it turns out, belly dancing is two words.

I was about to go back to writing my essay when a link with a special little title caught my eye: "Why I can't stand white belly dancers."

So naturally, I clicked on it to see what it was really about, because surely, Salon wouldn't publish an article that was actually so blatantly racist, right?

Holy frick.

Sit your sanctimonious butt down, Randa Jarrar, and listen up because you done pissed me off and s***'s about to get real.

I am a systematic person, so I will go down her ridiculous article in order. If you chose not to read the article (which I highly do not advise), that's fine because I'll be quoting her absurd comments anyways.

Google the term “belly dance” and the first images the search engine offers are of white women in flowing, diaphanous skirts, playing at brownness.

Playing at brownness? You think they belly dance to try to appear brown? You really think they belly dance, not because it is enjoyable, or because it boosts their confidence, but because to appear brown is a desirable trait in America? I don't know where Jarrar got the idea that belly dancing is accepted by society, because the words that first come to mind to describe belly dancers are not very nice: slut, prostitute, stripper. The whole the-more-skin-you-show-the-less-intelligent-you-are thing. You think they want to appear this way?

The term “belly dance” itself is a Western one. In Arabic, this kind of dance is called Raqs Sharqi, or Eastern dance.

I fail to see how this matters in the slightest. A rose by any other name is still a rose, right? Maybe if it were translated to something derogatory, then there would be cause for complaint. But belly dancing, or as Jarrar say is properly Raqs Sharqi, actually involves undulations of the torso. It's just a literal name. Besides, this is hardly the first case that a culture has taken a word in another language and changed it to make it easier to remember. Heard of wontons, shampoo, or parka? All these words are anglicized. "Westerners" are not targeting your specific culture, so don't pretend to take it so personally. If "Western" people had kept the original name, you 'd probably bash them for mangling the pronunciation.

It goes the other way around too; in Chinese, the characters for sofa (an English word) are pronounced "sha-fa" and sandwich is "sa-ming-zh." The characters are just used phonetically. If you translated it literally, it would come out as gibberish. The French liked the word "shampoo" so much they adopted it, but French-ized it to be "le shampooing" (and "aprés-shampooing" for conditioner). It's not just "Westerners" that are the criminals (by Jarrar's definition of criminal). All countries do it for the sake of simplicity.

... A white woman came out in Arab drag — because that’s what that is, when a person who’s not Arab wears genie pants and a bra and heavy eye makeup and Arabic jewelry, or jewelry that is meant to read as “Arabic” because it’s metallic and shiny and has squiggles of some kind — and began to belly-dance.

Honey, this is called stereotyping. If you're going to take personal offense at indirect stereotyping, I don't know how you go through life without being offended by something every day. When I went to my Chinese cousin's English lessons years ago, Americans were depicted as pistol-wielding, chaps-wearing, ten-gallon-hat-donning cowboys in her textbook. Dutch people've got their clogs, the Irish are shamrocks and leprechauns, Kenyans have tribal patterned clothes, and Brazilians are scantily-clad revelers. All these stereotypes come from a truth, or what was once a truth. If the world identifies Arabs with beautiful women in genie pants and a bra, that's hardly the worst thing they've associated with Arabs.

She was not a terrible belly dancer. But she was incredibly thin...

I actually didn't have too much of a problem with the article up to this point, because most of what Jarrar said held a grain of truth. But this line was the start of my anger. So, just because she's thin, she's not allowed to dance? Just because she wasn't born with curves, or because she prefers her body to look slimmer, she's not allowed to dance your dance? By Jarrar's logic, girls with cup sizes above C can't dance ballet anymore. Short, slender guys can't dance hip-hop. Tall girls older than 16 can't do gymnastics. Please. Don't ever blame someone's natural body type, something they had zero say in choosing, as the reason why they can't try something new. Judge the girl on her actual belly dancing skills and not the way she's built - and by that, Jarrar actually complements her. Slenderness does not always equal unhealthy diets. There are a lot of thin women out there who wish they weren't, so don't put them down even further and tell them, "No," because of your unfair generalizations on body image

Western, or white women, were beginning to take over gigs in Egypt. These women moved there out of an obsession with belly dance and are now appropriating it from local dancers.

This sounds so hilariously familiar. All the American nationalists who are against immigration, because immigrants are taking up jobs and occupations that the nationalists seem to think belong as a right to those born in the U.S. Do they realize their ancestors, who were immigrants themselves, nearly exterminated the first local population in their rush to stick flags in new ground? Nationalists: those who fear that immigrants will do to them what they/their ancestors did to others. My point is, Jarrar is acting like those nationalists, who seem to think that the people of the culture have a monopoly on who gets to learn, practice, and participate in that same culture. If there's a demand for white belly dancers instead of native belly dancers, what's to stop the "Westerners" from going out there and making bank as the supply? It's sad, yes, that it will take many job opportunities away from Egyptian women, and I feel sympathy for them, but no one ever said life would be fair.


And say "appropriation" one more time. I dare you.

"Would you wear a dashiki and rock waspafarian dreads and take up African dance publicly? Wait,” we’d probably say, “don’t answer that.”

Yeah, actually. Snigger all you want at them, but some people do that. Why? Is it really your business what other people do, as long as they don't hurt anyone else? I took a Ghana workshop in my dance class, and learned the basic steps and the music that accompanied them, but the best part was that our leader put a lot of emphasis on sharing knowledge and awareness. He said when he was growing up in Ghana they were required in elementary school to learn the names and locations of all 50 states of America. Do you know the 47 continental countries of Africa? No? Then stop being a hypocrite and referring to all the different dance styles in Africa as simply "African." Do you even realize you are doing to the continent of Africa what you say others are doing to belly dancing? Do you hear yourself generalizing? "Dashiki" and "dreads" are about as encompassing of the African cultures as genie pants and bras are to yours.

Women I have confronted about this have said, “But I have been dancing for 15 years! This is something I have built a huge community on.” These women are more interested in their investment in belly dancing than in questioning and examining how their appropriation of the art causes others harm.

In your haste to name those women the criminals for being selfish, you yourself are revealed to be even more so. You are clinging to the dance style, practically screeching, "Mine! You can't have it!" These women find pride and happiness and, as they say, a community in a part of your culture; you should be flattered it has had such a positive effect on them (As they say, mimicry is the highest form of flattery). As a person who has struggled nearly all her life in finding a group of reliable and trustworthy friends, I can't help but despise you for trying to take that away from someone else.

And you said appropriation again.


Definitions will always differ, but Wikipedia says that the meaning of "appropriation" in art form is this: In the visual arts, to appropriate means to properly adopt, borrow, recycle or sample aspects (or the entire form) of human-made visual culture. To me, it has a rather neutral connotation here, neither good nor bad. Technically, Jarrar is correct in her usage. But what she has done is to twist it into a crime. News flash: Globalization is a thing and there's no stopping it. There is absolutely nothing wrong in learning about the cultures outside of one's own sphere. In fact, lack of knowledge about other cultures is shameful in today's society. I've read enough of how people like to generalize about the obliviousness of Americans to politics and norms in other countries. In your eyes, the white woman just can't win, can she? If she doesn't know of the nuances of your culture, she is ignorant and disrespectful; if she tries to learn and even integrate herself in it, she is butting in where she shouldn't.

Find another form of self-expression. Make sure you’re not appropriating someone else’s.

There is nothing she can do to self-express, then. If the only culture she can express herself in is her own, then there are so many opportunities for discovery lost, and such a narrow channel to choose from. Besides, are you saying Europeans can't also be Buddhists? Can people of only white descent learn ballet? I hope not, because then you can go ahead and try to tell Misty Copeland to hang up her pointe shoes and only pursue African dances. Dance is about technique, dedication, and yes, self-expression. Not ethnicity or race.

Stop saying that word, I swear. Your objection ought more to be to the misappropriation of the culture where people turn it into something vulgar, demeaning, or offensive. Perhaps those who dress up in skimpy belly dance garb for Halloween. Don't focus on those who actually take it seriously.

This dance form is originally ours, and does not exist so that white women can have a better sense of community; can gain a deeper sense of sisterhood with each other; can reclaim their bodies; can celebrate their sexualities; can perform for the female gaze.

I'm done. I'm so pissed off I don't trust myself to respond to this without including vulgarity.

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I found a real article and video also responding to this horrible opinion on cultural appropriation:


This article Jarrar wrote could have been an opportunity to span a cultural gap. Instead, she wants maintain the divide. Why? As I've previously stated, globalization is a huge aspect of nearly any society today. People get bored with their own cultures, I know I do. I love learning about the history and values of countries/cultures other than mine, not only because I find it interesting and worth knowing, but so that I don't say the wrong thing and offend people. I think it makes me a better, more rounded person, much like the way students at most colleges are required to take core classes not pertaining to their major. People are to be encouraged to sample other cultures, to learn that it takes all kinds of people to make a world, but those like Jarrar essentially say it is now "appropriation" if one doesn't stay in their lane culturally.

Which is, to put it bluntly, f***ed up.

I understand the need to preserve cultures. I think what Jarrar was trying to do was to protect her heritage (heritage because she was born in Chicago - irony) from becoming a watered down joke, in which case I would have fully supported her. I keep using Chinese examples, and I apologize, but I know I would hate it if the only things the Chinese were remembered for were Chinese New Year, the zodiac, communism, and character tattoos. A lot of people only know what the media tells them about Muslim culture - which isn't very much, or very broad. But Jarrar is attacking the wrong people. Instead of targeting those who are actively diluting her culture - those who think of it only in terms of stereotypes - she criminalizes those who are supporting it in its original form and spreading the proper knowledge. This huge flaw in her argument crumbles the whole thing.

The sharing of art forms - theater, canvas, dance, music - can unite the people on this Earth. It creates understanding among people of different backgrounds. Sing what you can't say, dance to put to physical form the intangible, paint to let others into the pictures in your mind. Ignorance and its promotion should never be supported. If you don't want to learn about the world - fine. That's your prerogative. But don't stifle other people's harmless curiosity.

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“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent.”
- Jim Jarmusch

“It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to."
- Jean-Luc Godard

I am about to board my flight home, so I shall end here:

Reverse racism is still racism.

*steps off soapbox*

Thursday, November 13, 2014

First Winter

Let's talk about something not so serious, for once.

Say, my reaction to my first ever "first snowfall."

I'm a bit late in recording this. The day the snow first started falling - and it's been falling ever since, even as I write - was Monday, around 12:30. I know this because I was extremely sick that weekend (I probably slept for 20 hours on Sunday), so due to that, I decided to skip my Intro to Chemistry class, which goes from 12:00 to 12:50. I feel justified in skipping, because I was still recovering; if I had been in high school my parents would’ve called me in and it would be an excused absence, and I barely take notes in Chemistry anymore. That’s how basic the ideas are.

In any case, after lunch on Monday a friend offered to give me some of her cough medicine that she had, so I headed back to my dorm and over to her room. Cough medicine tastes a lot worse than I remember, but that’s beside the point. I had taken it, and we were just chilling because I was skipping and she didn’t have class, when I noticed some milkweed puffs outside her window.

Yes.

I thought snow was milkweed puffs.

It was about 10 minutes later when I realized it was snow, when I saw it piling up sparsely on the ground.

Monday:
Yesterday:



Before you judge me, I’ve seen snow before. I’ve gone skiing, sledding (both the plastic and dogsled variety), and snowman-building before. I’ve lived with the extreme cold, not the 45° weather back in California, but actual negative digits (albeit not for very long). I didn't know what to look for, though, the day it started snowing, because when I've been in those environments, I arrived when snow was already on the ground. The flakes went along with the setting. This time, the sun was shining, the trees were bright red and yellow and fully still having their leaves, the grass was thriving, and there were girls in skirts and guys in shorts. Cue snow. Without a blanket of white already on the ground, I just couldn't process for the longest time that I was seeing snow and not something more likely with the environment, like milkweed puffs or pillow-filler.

(Because that stuff goes perfectly with the environment instead. I don't know.)

I was properly glued to the window after that. I don't know why my friend didn't even get off her bed to take a look at this school year's first snow.

I've been hearing a lot of comments about out-of-state students ever since it started snowing though. Not very nice comments, either. People who grew up in this kind of snow environment are laughing at others (mostly Californians, I've observed) for being surprised/excited at it. They say things like, "It's a lot colder than you're used to, huh?" and "You signed up for it when you decided to attend here," and "It's so funny watching people react to this snow - I mean, it's just snow." The reason it's pissing me off is because it's patronizing and degrading. Of course I'm going to be excited about snow, I hardly ever get to see it. I'd like to watch you react to an ocean beach, with tide pools and everything you don't get at a lake, and I'll just be standing there letting you know I think your excitement is stupid because I go there twice a week and I've seen it all countless times before.

But still:


Fun fact: foxes have very acute hearing, and sit quietly listening for mice under the snow. When they hear one, they do this peculiar high leap into the air in order to avoid walking on the snow and creating reverberations the mice can hear/feel. Without this (hilarious) leap, it'd be much more likely that the mice would be alerted to the fox's deadly, dignified hunt. I remember learning this a long time ago, and didn't do any research on it today, so forgive me if I messed something up. 

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Mind-Blowers (Because Why Not):
  • What if gray is just a color we are all colorblind to?
  • You can't change the volume of the voice in your head. YOU CAN SCREAM. You can whisper.  It's all the same volume.
  • Did humans invent or discover math? What about time?
  • The Leaning Tower of Pisa is in Italy. It's italicized. 
  • Which way do cyclops wing their eyeliner?
  • Dog goes woof, cat goes meow, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust. Cow goes moo, the chemicals
  • Every year, you pass the anniversary of your death without knowing it.
  • A bicycle is an acoustic version of a motorcycle, and bagels are acoustic donuts.
  • What language do deaf people first think in?
  • There's no real reason for the alphabet to be in that order.
  • Bathtubs are reverse boats.
  • You will never invent a new color visible to humans.

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Thanks to Disney's new movie Big Hero 6, I found a new favorite song,

Top of the World, by Greek Fire


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Take a Shot for Every Elsa You See (Survivor's Log 2)

A quiet song I've been obsessed with as of late:

Dead Hearts, by Stars


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I've been working on a short story since last week's post, and it's taking a while. So instead, I decided to post my essay on gender in social constructionism that I mentioned here (It should be in the post literally below this one, but I linked it anyways).

Looking back on it after a week, it's all I can do to keep myself from revising it, removing unnecessary words and phrases, and changing a thought to make it more clear. It seems terribly unorganized now than it did before. But it was a subject I enjoyed writing about - a first for me, even in high school (research papers excluded) - and I like some of the parts very much. I interchanged source names for "x's," to show how many times I had to cite.

So:
Take a Shot for Every Elsa You See

          Media is one of the most powerful methods of perpetuating current social conventions. People are most easily influenced when they are younger. Combine these two factors, and the Disney franchise could easily be one of the most socially influential companies in the world. Many young girls (and some young boys, for that matter) idolize the Disney princesses, and aspire to be like them in looks and/or personality (x). One only has to look at the number of small Elsa’s that will be running around ringing doorbells this Halloween to realize how affected children can be by a film. The first Disney movie, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, is a prime example of how early Disney princess movies incorporated idealized gender roles, and thus indirectly promoted society’s predetermined views on the matter of a proper woman.

          The general story in Snow White is that a jealous queen sentences a beautiful girl to death, simply for being prettier. However, Snow White escapes death by running away, and finds a place to hide. And when she does die in the end, it is her physical beauty that motivates the prince into saving her via “true love’s kiss.” Snow White, for the majority of the movie, is portrayed as innocent, kind, and charming, but also rather oppressed, helpless, fearful, and vapid (x). Physically, she is portrayed as having a slim figure and is wearing a neat and tidy dress. Emotionally, she has a passive personality. She would rather work as a maid in an abusive situation than find a way to better her life, and spends lots of her time daydreaming about when her hero will rescue her from the evil queen’s palace (x). And of course, she would not be a proper Disney princess if she did not collapse crying at some point in the movie (x).

          On the other hand, “Disney transforms the vain, active and wicked woman of folktales into the Femme Fatale, the 'deadly woman' of silent film and of Hollywood classic film” (x). In other words, a strong independent woman, who would be respected as a suitable role model in today’s society (x), was considered the villain and the opposite of a socially accepted woman nearly 80 years ago. Appearances were very important, too – the evil queen in Snow White transforms herself into an old, stooped crone with bad teeth, wiry hair, and frumpy clothes – a far cry from the fair-skinned, youthful Snow White. Disney was implying that the queen was evil not only in personality, but also in the way she dressed, suggesting that a woman must also look the part of a good housewife, and appearances to others in society mattered a great deal (x). Also, as the antagonist of the story, the evil queen opposed everything the pure protagonist stood for, and therefore the traits of the queen –proactivity, cunning, and independence – were dismissed as undesirable because they were associated with “the bad guy.”

          Disney contributed to the 1940’s social construction of gender through these supremely different portrayals. When Snow White came out, the purpose for women in life was to find a suitable husband, and to support him in his endeavors (x). She was not supposed to have her own job or own property, but was expected to stay at home, clean, and raise children (x). In other films in that time period, most women were similar to Snow White in that they waited for the man to act first instead of being proactive themselves. They were not expected to intelligently think for themselves, and if they were ever anything but obedient to what the higher powers ordered, they got into trouble and created a big mess for the men to clean up (x). Snow White is therefore much like the ideal housewife: she cleans without being asked, she follows orders without question, and acts as a mothering figure (as evidenced when she cooks the seven dwarves their meals and scolds them to wash their hands). “This teaches little girls that the perfect beautiful woman stays at home and does housework,” (x) but more importantly, it teaches that an ideal woman never questions anyone about their wrongdoings.

          Disney could have gone against the standard expectations of women. They could have created a heroine with anomalous characteristics that set her apart from “normal” girls. Snow White could have been a shrewd businesswoman, who talks the huntsman out of killing her, instead of running away. She could have been curious and adventurous, and found a way out of the evil queen’s palace without having to rely on a prince to save her. She could have even had some common sense to make the right decisions for herself, and not eaten the apple offered to her by a complete stranger. However, to make decisions for herself would have gone against what was expected of women in the 1940’s; that is, they were expected to stay home and be sexually loyal to only their husband (x), among other things. Men and women, seeing a movie with such an abnormally independent heroine, might have prohibited their daughters from seeing it because it went against the grain of what society deemed acceptable (x). They might have thought that their daughters would start acting independently too, and thus would become social pariahs. Because of that, Disney chose to have an emotionally weak character instead of a strong one. If they had directed a movie with implications and themes no one agreed with, sales would have tanked and the franchise would have closed before it even got started. It is simple business. By catering to the social expectations of their target audience, Disney ensured a massive success and made a huge profit off of their first movie – an impressive feat for a budding company.

          At the time, these portrayals of women as domesticated housewives were beneficial. As a highly influential medium, they taught young girls their expected positions in society, and influenced how they were supposed to behave and think (x). From today’s point of view, though, Snow White can be seen as harmful to the newest generation of women. Today, the emphasis is on how women are capable of being independent, and most of society encourages women to enter job fields dominated by men (x). Social constructions are fluid and constantly shifting (x), and what might have once contributed to the social construction may not anymore. After all, the most popular Disney princess today has no love interest and desires to live independently, and yet one could make a drinking game out of how many little girls look up to and aspire to be her.

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Am I not justified in thinking that I have to cite too many times? Even in the introduction, which I've never had to do before. But as I've said, ever since my TA told me I had to appropriate thoughts to more people, I've been going on citing sprees. I hope it's working, because honestly, sometimes I just add a name to the end of a sentence that has a similar thought to the source. I don't actually draw any inspiration from it.

I am hardly one to give out advice, but I've come up with a method for writing conclusions, which is something I've always struggled with. I imagine myself doing a mic drop after the last sentence. If I can't see myself doing it, it's not strong enough. Silly, yes, but effective.

I kind of took a risk titling it something so sarcastic though. It was almost going to be 'Damsel in Distress,' but I was talking to an old high school friend when writing it, and told her as a joke that I should reference my drinking game sentence. She told me that I should, and I quote, "Totally do it, it'd be so funny." Also, my TA is awesome in that he is nearly as sarcastic as I am (seriously, he's hilarious), so I knew that he wouldn't really mind. So, uh, take risks within reason? Is that a thing? Can it be a thing?

**EDIT: Today was the day of our second exam. I struggled a bit more than with the first, but that's beside the point. We are supposed to turn in our exams to our TA's, and as I gave my exam in, my TA said, "By the way, good job on your essay... Assignment #3, right?" (I nod mutely at this point) "Yeah, I haven't put the grades up yet, but good work."

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Out of the hundreds of essays he had to grade, mine stood out enough for him to remember it. I am so goddamn satisfied with myself. TA, rate me. Judge me. Va-li-date me.

Honestly, I think one of the main reasons why he liked it is because of the title, though. I've seen the titles of some other people's essays, and they're things like 'Sociology Assignment #3.' That's how you title papers in high school. Not in college.

But anyways, I'll just be here, grinning until next week.