Helpless in America?

Lately, I've been waking up in the morning feeling smug and tired of the constant stress of well...adulthood. I think it's safe to say that adults in this era are being challenged by anything and everything to the point of no return. We go to therapists to seek some answers and all they want to do is drug us up like zombies and expect that "pills" will help us enjoy life more (Zombie Apocalypse much?). Everyday we are being diagnosed with a bunch of disorders and told that well...we're not "normal". Has there ever been a definition for normal? Is this just ANOTHER way to be "controlled"? I'm full of questions today, I must say...mostly rhetorical because quite frankly I'm sick of feeling "helpless in America." America, we need to get our sh*t together...we're depressed because most of us are tired of the massive workload working one job that really requires at least three people. We're too scared to leave because we need to feed our families, pay the mortgage or risk losing our homes. We're trying to put kids through college, pray for a retirement, and deal with good 'ol inflation...oh and not to mention...pray for some health insurance and that our jobs aren't given to someone overseas. There are so many people in the US going hungry everyday because there is so much debt over our heads and not enough left over to supplement families. Yeah, there are government programs, but there are so many provisions that the ones who really need it sometimes can't get it because they make two cents more than the minimum requirement. I've met people with college degrees working odd jobs because there's nothing out there. For one job there are ten people lined up with thousands of qualifications. This is literally becoming survival the fittest. I think most of us are tired of running our hamster wheel and being experimented on. All I know is that I have given it some thought and I'm tired of being an absent citizen who just sits and complains about everything around them. I admit it, I want to learn more about the things surrounding me and how politicians are making decisions that can affect myself and my family. What good is it if we sit and complain and do not educate ourselves and do anything about it. What kind of US will be relevant for our children if WE the adults decide to ignore what REALLY goes on? All in all, my fist is in the air for a new tomorrow, a better economy, a better education system, a united people, civil liberties and free press!

The Vernacular Discourse of Women's Hair

Disclaimer: This post may offend those who think highly of their hair. You have been warned...

"Does the way I wear my hair make me a better person? Does the way I wear my hair make me a better friend? Does the way I wear my hair determine my integrity? I am expressing my creativity..." -I am Not My Hair by India Arie There has been a lot of discourse about hair in one of my Comm classes. One of the students is working on a Senior Thesis about the perception of hair in our culture. I am astonished at how the perception of hair amongst different groups of people signify different things. Needless to say, her project has inspired the following post. Recently I have been learning more about my hair...as silly as it sounds. It doesn't define me as an individual because I don't have the same attachment and obsession to it as most other women. My hair is a natural curly 3b and I do not relax it nor do I texturize it, if I want it straightened I do a rollerset or blow-dry and flat iron. This routine came to me as a teenager and every once in a while as an adult depending on the season. As a child I remembered wanting to have long flowy locks of hair like the Disney princesses. My mother would not allow me to straighten it. I could never quite grasp the reason why she would not let me straighten my hair. Now as an adult I can appreciate the fact that my mother (in her own way) wanted me to appreciate my natural hair and did not want me to conform to the indoctrination of "Hispanic/Latino, colonialist" mentalities. I decided after getting my scalp burned almost to a crisp when I was 18, that I would never, ever (not even if you paid me) relax my hair. It was the most painful thing I had ever done to "fit in". You see, for many of us who look the least bit "ethnic" our culture has taught us that curls if not made by an iron makes us stand-out and not look like the dominant culture. This has become such a hindrance to most of us (and by us I mean women in general) because the vernacular of hair has become the definition of our "status" and "femininity." Women are going through massive lengths to get the hair they want both curly and straight. Perms, relaxers, texturizers, keratin treatments there are so many products and chemicals that we're spending our hard earned money on. Now don't get me wrong I'm not bashing anyone who does any of that, I am just trying to bring awareness of what is happening to "our hair." I know women who refuse to go anywhere until their hair is done. I know women who spend hundreds of dollars on treatments and their hair is still not up to their standards. Little girls are having to have their hair relaxed...do you know how painful that is? What is wrong with us? Why are we implementing so much time and money into these procedures? Why aren't we ever good enough? Our society is dominating us even through our hair. I am a victim of conforming to society's definition of "beauty," I love makeup, I love clothes but I sure as hell wish I could chop off all my hair sometimes because it's difficult to deal with. Ahah! "difficult to deal with"...that's the excuse most of us use for the things we do to our hair. I want us women to be able to do whatever we please to our hair but to be able to recognize the social aspects of what and why we do things to our hair. Natural hair is beautiful whether it is pin straight or tightly curled. We are beautiful, even if at times we don't feel it or do not look like society's definition of beauty. I highly recommend the book, "The Beauty Myth" by Naomi Wolf...it is not about hair, but the actual critical analysis of the definition of beauty in our culture. Little by little I am learning to love my hair...it will not define me because my spirit makes me who I am; not what sits on my head or what hides under a hat...we need to love ourselves...correction...we must love ourselves and set an example for our daughters and the future of women. Low self-esteem, no self worth doesn't bring anything positive. I know, I've gotten a bit off topic, it's just that the vernacular of hair falls under the umbrella of beauty, which falls under the perception of culture and status which falls under the dominance of femininity...without a strong foundation and self-identity how do we set the path for other women?

Oh, what a tangled web we weave...for those adults going backing to school

Adulthood, Mommyhood, and Higher Learning...Oh My!

"Why can't we all just get along?" I'm sure that saying rings a bell...if it doesn't, then please reach out to the surface, get a whiff of the fresh smog and get rid of the rock you've been hiding under.

I am sick of people thinking I am insane for trying to continue my education. Last time I checked even King Lear learned a few things before he died (thanks Shakespeare ::wink::). I understand the older generation did not have the ease of juggling marriage, motherhood and college and that's why it seems humanly impossible to do. But as a firm believer of future-oriented positivism, spiked with a little Type-A, I think it's a great cocktail for reaching my goal.

For those of us going back to school for whatever the reason...hey, I get it and I get YOU. People tend to say "Sh*t happens" I like to think of it as: "Life happens." There's nothing wrong with learning and expanding your knowledge. There's nothing wrong with juggling different hats.

I am a mother, wife and a scholar...but guess what...life happened and I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world. Life experience is a wonderful thing, it makes us stronger and wiser but a deep scholarly experience helps you identify and analyze life experience in ways un-imaginable. Someone once told me, "they can strip you of everything, but they can't take away your knowledge."

Don't be afraid to follow your dreams, don't be afraid to attain the things that society tells you can't reach. As long as one has faith and a drive you can accomplish things...push yourself, and don't listen to those that knock you down and make you feel inferior.

I am writing this to reify my dreams, to bring myself back into perspective of things and to get the ball rolling on making a difference in my life. I hope it helps someone, anyone out there who's doubting themselves and doesn't feel worthy of being able to do something different.

This economy isn't giving us much of a choice but to go back to school. I just hope that I can eventually find a job and keep my head on straight in order to keep things moving...the reality of it is that I may have to start from the bottom again; there's no harm in humbling oneself to get where you want to be.

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Can someone lead me to the nearest flash mob?

We've all seen flash mobs on TV commercials and on prime time TV shows.  If you have yet to witness a flash mob then you can see for yourself below (warning:  it's awesome!).  I think random dancing in the street in unison is such an exhilarating idea.  Dancing is not only socially fun but great for your health.  I pity those who have never discovered their inner dancer, they just don't know what they're missing.  These so-called "flash mobs" have become popular within the past 3 years.  These organized groups of dancers are just doing what they love to do...DANCE.  They span across the world from your local supermarket to a tourist attraction, even the beach has become a new place for such shenanigans. 

If the world just took a moment to listen to the music and just let free and dance, I think we'd have a wonderful culprit for world peace. 
So whether you are two-stepper, toe-stomper, or a prima ballerina, be sure to let your inner dancer out and dance away your worries, stress and fears even if it means dancing in your underwear like Tom Cruise in "Risky Business".  So what are you waiting for?  Get off your butt and start dancing!

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