More Good Reads

Through out the semester I have read and watched these blogs. They always have something good to say, something that hits home with me.

This is my response to Will's blog about his mothers.

       I want to say I love reading your post. I think you offer a different view on the things we discuss in class because you are seeing these things from a male's point. With that being said this post hits closest to home with me. It has taken me all semester to get the nerve to comment on this post. I have no idea what it is like to actually lose a parent. But I know what it is like to think you have lost one. When I was six my mother was in a very abusive relationship. One day my baby brother who was about two at the time had been crying/sick all day and my mother was at her wits end. She had done nothing in the house all day. She had not cooked, cleaned, swept, mopped, made beds, nothing. Well her fiancé came home and just went crazy. I watched him beat my mom and scream and yell and throw things. I watched this 6'5 man beat my tiny 5'4 120lb mother until she lay in the bathroom floor and pretended she was dead. He then took a shower got dressed and left. I remember sitting by my mom telling her he was gone. She opened her eyes as much as she could and told me to go back my brother a bottle and put what I could in his diaper bag and my back pack. I remember my aunt and uncle coming to pick us up and we never went back. To know that domestic violence hits so many homes is upsets me beyond belief. While your mother story is different than others I thank you for sharing. I also thank you for giving your step mom a chance. It took me a while to ever give mine a chance and now I don't know where I would be without my mother and step mom.

April 30, 2012 12:10 PM

This is my response to Hannah's response to Miriam's blog post.
      

        Ok so I am so glad you could not resist in posting this! I too cannot stand the slut shame. No person knows another’s stories or steps. I went through these things myself. In high school I was very outgoing. I spoke to everyone and I knew everyone. This did not settle well with others, because I was not the skinny "pretty" popular girl, so how on earth did everyone like me. My sophomore year a rumor was started that I was sleeping with a few of the "popular" srs. This was so far from true it was ridiculous. I was spending time after school with these boys, because I was tutoring them. I was labeled a whore my sophomore year and to my surprise a few of these boys helped the rumors out. I was horrified and one day the "leader" of the pack stood up and set the school straight. I was ok my jr year for there was too much else to talk about. Then my sr. year I won prom queen, and guess what people didn't like that. The rumor began that I won because I was "hooking up" with the baseball team. Which I was talking and hanging out with one of them, not all of them. Long story short it makes my blood pressure rise when I people call girls sluts or whores. I get into arguments on a daily basis on facebook over this issue. I am so glad to know somebody else shares me feelings!! Sorry for my long story/rant. ;)

pop culture

Pop culture, what is it? Pop culture is everywhere. It is according to Wikipedia “is the totality of ideas, perspectives, attitudes, memes, images and other phenomena that are preferred by an informal consensus within the mainstream of a given culture”. Pop culture has an influence on our everyday lives. Some may say that the media that portray our pop culture does not have an impact on them, but it does.

       I will use myself as an example. Pop culture has influenced me in both good and bad ways. I will say that I was brain washed as a child with the entire princess happily ever after movies. I grew up wanting the prince charming to come rescue me. I at 23 still want to know where the hell my knight in shining armor is. The media has taught many young women that we are meant to be rescued, that we need that man to save us. That was media’s negative impact on me. Making me thing to be complete I needed a man. Well I found a man to complete me. And the relationship was perfect for a little bit. Then the new wore off and reality set in.

       This is hen media’s positive impact comes into play. One night I was watching a documentary on unhealthy relationships. I realized almost everything they talked about my relationship contained. I justified that by saying the relationship was not abusive physically, that was until I decided to leave. At nine weeks pregnant I was grabbed and threw against a car held there in the freezing cold pouring rain at the end of December. I remembered the documentary and what it had said. So I left and I am raising my child basically alone.

       Pop culture makes single parenting look almost easy in the movies and on television and it is far from easy. I knew being a single mom and college student would not be easy. I knew society had unrealistic expectations for me. I have found my own way and made my own rules and standards. I am just happy in knowing that the media does have an impact on my life, but it is up to me to make it positive or negative.

PART-TIME MOM MY ASS

    I will apologize up front if this post seems like a rant, because it is. I am not too sure if this post will be what this assignment called for, but it is what is on my mind today. While having a conversation over the weekend with a few friends the phrase part-time mom came up. See my friends were having a discussion about me with some other people who are not my biggest fans. They were discussing my plans to move and go to grad school and make more of myself. One of these people made the comment it must be nice for me to be a part-time mom. When asked what they meant they said well she goes to school all the time and works and still has time to go out and have girl’s nights. I appreciate my friends standing up for me at this point, for their response to that was a lot nicer than what I said.

Yes I go to school, work, and manage to find time for girl’s nights, but that does not make me a part-time mom. I work a part-time job 20 hours a week. I go to school full-time 18 hours this semester. I do find time for girl’s nights which 8 times out of 10 include my oh so charming little one.

I do not think I have a second shift when I get home. My at home job is my full-time job. The cleaning, cooking, washing, folding, putting up of clothes, waking Bently up, tucking Bently in, changing diapers, digging cheerios out of the carpet, the bubble baths, motorboat spoons, tickle tickle, showing the world my belly button because he needs to know it’s there, are the things I live for. Those things are the reason I work and go to school.

I understand that women work as hard as men in “real” world. But when it comes to home life, women work so much harder. It is not ok for a man to be “domestic”, but it is ok for them to be part-time fathers. It is ok for me to not cook or clean or do the laundry. A woman is not only expected to compete and excel in the real word but she is expected to be Martha Stewart at home as well. Most women now days have two full-time jobs. They have the 8-5 “real world” job then they have the twenty-four hour job. Being a mother is a non-stop job, and for those who are not mothers the job at home is still never done.

I would not call it second shifting, because if anything it is the first shift. The home job is what you wake up and go to bed to. The 8-5 job is the second shift that gets you away from the first for a little bit.