Sunday, August 28, 2011

I wake and ...

I wake up hoping I'll have the will to study Japanese.

I wake up hoping the sun is out and I am ready to let it warm me inside and out.

I wake up wanting to arm every girl and women with a shield of strength and independence. Hold her and say you must be careful and protect yourself, love who you find inside, not who you feel you have to act like on the outside. Educate yourself! Question everything!

I wake up wishing there was a warm body next to me to snuggle up against.

I wake up hoping I am in a new place full of acceptance and possibility, that will make my heart swell and burst with beauty and improvement of life all around me.

I wake up wishing I could go for miles and miles, that I could walk to this place where I realize how little and unimportant my sadness and worries are.

I wake up wishing to feeling rested and calm and happy to be here, excited to be around the people that are in my life, to feed off their energy and motivation and create a bubbly collective progressive movement of our own.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

I don't get money, it's a start . . .

Not only do i not get money like comprehension wise, but i don't receive it often, so in both senses in that case. Oh man capitalism and greed and true value, where do i begin, such a giant mess. I'll start with recognition and "worth" in reference to the type of people who have wealth, actually no, wait, i want to start back a little further.

Why is money necessary? Why does it cost money for someone to pass their knowledge on to you once you are over 18? Why do some electronic numbers in a bank database or pieces of dyed green cotton control every action of my life? How do I stop it?

As far as the dead prezzes go, we've been in fairly good standing my whole life, i don't owe but a small amount on a credit card and always save enough to pay my bills, rent, groceries, can count on one hand the times i've over drafted or made late payments, have a killer credit rating, never made more then $12k in a year, but i mean in thailand i'd be a queen with that income :-) Although i'm poverty level here :( And that is where is starts, why is money so flexible in value yet we cant just get rid of it completely, or decrease its worth. I sort of feel that this situation falls under if everyone believes it, then it must be true. And so it is!

Money! you always need more, if there is a sticky piece of paper with a printed number on an item, that is its value, if a bank looks into a super computer and says this is how much you have or we can loan you, it must be true, if the earth is getting older and resources scarcer then everyhting should cost more and more as time goes on (actually that makes a lot of sense), but really if you took a number that represented everything we've created, built, products, buildings, etc. in the course of humanity, say 100,000,000,000 what percent of that got used until it was so old it deterated and had to be replaced? how much of that served a nessecary purpose that someone could not had lived if it was not created? i'm guessing about 10% being generous here :-) I think we create a lot of useless junk because once we figured out everyhting had a "value" we though more stuff, the more value i have, the more items the more value there is attached to it, the more money there is overall, and that's a good thing?

Taking it back old school essay style Compare & Contrast

So now we get back to the "worth" of people. Okay seriously, look at, oh does it really matter?Rich White Middle Aged CEO #47, he grew up in a well manicured suburban neighborhood, had loving supportive parents, had a porshe by 16, went to Harvard, mastered in douchebaggery, i mean business/accounting, i don't know, you get the picture, he worked hard, writing papers being ruthless and motivated, and now is worth $7 billion dollars.

Look at Menzdha (made up name) she was born in Etheopia, her mother was about 12 when she had her, she played naked in the dirt all day, was weathered under the sun, carried a water bottle every day for years, every month it got a little bigger until it weighed half as much as her, then when she was 10 she was married off to a gross old man who forced sex upon her as soon as she had her first period and she got pregnant and was in labor for a week until the dead baby was cut out of her by someone who was not a doctor in a grass hut, she is skin and bones and keeps on working, all her posessions are worth maybe $3.

... Back to Menzdha, and as far as the global economy is concerned, that is all she is worth. Should we really be judged on the tangible value of our means? And be respected and noticed and live an easier life thusly? No, oh man no, i think your value is in your strong moral character, your will to go on, your inherent nature of generosity and a desire for positive expieriences, i bet she smiled a lot more in life then Mr. CEO, because any moment something was easy or pleasant she recognized it and basked in the simple times of beauty. She is worth more because she works for food and shelter and her physical safety, fights for it, while Mr. CEO is unhappy if he had to stay in a motel 6 for a night because his girlfirend kicked him out. Mr.CEO can be a nice guy, but doesn't know what a bad day is. Not to say one persons misery can trump another, but as far as what they think is misery, yes it can. Now these are two vastly different people, but when you are born you are a human, and everything else predetermines your future, you don't really have a choice. Sometimes, in those rare inspirational hallmark stories which i think are miracles, it happens. No one will recognize that we are all capable of what everyone else is capable of if the roles were switched.

And really sadly it comes down to money, now shush shush, you say what about the politics of the country you born into, or the family, or the control of your government ... and what do you think makes those factors what they are? Ha Ha so i guess this whole rant was to reaffirm in a just a small crumb of some of my thoughts on this, that, money is the root of all evil :-(




Thursday, August 25, 2011

The times they are a changin'

wow, it's been so long, i don't even know the girl who used that voice. It's incredible how some life experience can make a year and 4 months ago seem like infancy, was i ever really alive till now? Well yes, ha ha but blinded by love and innocence, I'm a bitter old hag now ;-)

So i wanted to start a blog a while ago about the misrepresentation and objectification of women in advertising, and while i could start a new blog there are other things about women and my life as well i want to interject, plus I'm kinda fond of this ol' chap :-) Me and this blog go waaaaayyy back.

So right now I am going to do kinda a brain splooge of the things i am dying to stop twirling around in my brain like a cheesy olympic ribbon dancer and just get out and in the open for my own peace of mind and maybe for discussion if anyone reads the damn thing :-)

Obstetric Fistulas (Etheopia, A Walk to Beautiful)
Menstrual cups & other alternatives
Home Birth vs. Hospital
Capitalism (Just watched :A Love Story)
"Higher" Education
Misogyny in: Advertising
Music
The work place
Walking down the street ... you get the point
Sex Trafficking
Walking
Music that moves me
Great Documentaries
Great Books
Independence
Good things I eat
Polyamory
Sexuality
Society
Consumerism
My health problems
Child brides in India and Yemen

Pretty much instead of using facebook for constant status updates no one cares about or posting things i want to elaborate on, I'm using this, people pay attention to facebook because it limits you to short sentences, no real mind spew blog option on there and no one pays attention anyway, all just short spurts of comprehension and frantic page hopping . . . well, let us massage our brains into regaining those longer attention spans that allow us to read books, eat without the TV on, sit still for an hour staring at a river . . . A lot of my inner warrior women (feminist side) has been awakened lately and i love it. I used to think to this extant, a women can do anything a man can, but now, i realize more then that a women does things differently, thinks differently, is built beautifully, I guess i never wanted to admit how different the two are, perhaps because i wished i was a guy for so long (freedom of being a male?) , but i realize ... well obviously with some of theses topics ... we'll get into it :-)

Pretty much comes down to yay for cervixes and asymmetrical labia, saggy boobs and kind souls, strong legs and talented minds, dirty hands and sweating brows, swaying with the moon and grinning to the sun . . .