Views on Feminism for Feminism's sake

I've been looking over many of the aspects of what it means to be woman and/or a feminist. As I did this, I also looked around to see those people who were proudly labeling themselves as Feminists and those who actually were feminists.

People who wear the label as if they are a soup can on a shelf, don't accomplish much. They "swear off" men, beauty products and hygiene practices. As if these thing empower the women of the world. What does it do for me in the future if you refuse to wear make up? Further yet...what does it do for you?

Then there are those who genuinely are feminists. They see the world clearly, and know that women are not going to advance through hygienic protest. They see they subtle benefits that wearing make-up gives them. You'll be surprised to know that I don't mean that they're prepared to use their bodies to advance themselves.

People argue all the time as to which gender is smarter. Studies show that there are now more women in colleges than there are men[at least in the US] and I dont think its coincidence. What I'm about to say is absurd and a little funny...but dont pretend like you dont get it. lol.

It is said that people who are ambidextrous are smarter than single handed people. People who use both hands, stimulate both sides of the brain. Think about it...Women have to learn to use both hands daily in the application of make-up, when we shave, paint our nails etc...

Think about it.

I told you it was absurd, but do you see the foundation of my theory.

yep.

Puzzle pieces.

As I started this blog, I tried several different titles. Finally I started typing the word "pieces" and everything seemed to fit in my mind. Puzzle pieces. Learning how to put them together when you feel like you're missing more than your fair share is always tough, but that's why this title was so perfect.

I feel like, finally, over the last year, I've started to find those elusive corner pieces and been able to navigate having about 400 pieces that look exactly the same. I know where I'm supposed to be, even if I'm pulled to the past every now and then. I know who my friends really are. Who I can trust, and who should have been left on the curb a long time ago. I figured out, mostly, what my future will hold, so long as I'm prepared to work towards the goals. I've finally started gaining momentum on my puzzle, and let me tell you, it's something exquisite in it's own right.

I wont lie, a year ago, this blog would never have exsisted. I wouldn't have thought twice about declaring that I knew where my path was leading. I was too busy second guessing and looking back. Then summer came, and went, and I realized something pivitol. If absence doesn't necessarily make the heart grow fonder, it definitely makes the heart grow wiser. Leaving Charlotte for these few months, and not returning to somewhere that was a major part of my past, helped me realize that I've made the right choices so far.

My only regrets, if you must give that name to them, are that I couldn't bring some of the best people I've ever known along for the ride. The people in my life from my high school years will always be some of the most important friends in my life. Being away from them made me realize different things. For one of them I've realized that I've never truly known a friend like this. Most friendships fizzled out over time once I moved away, as I did a lot when I was younger, but this one is steadfast; I'm sure we will be friends forever. Another has shown me that I had to only give this person a chance and they would show themself as one of the few tried and true friends I had. It's intriguing, the things you learn about someone once you've been separated from them. You learn to tell the difference between those who make up your hourglass, and those that are just pieces of sand sifting through it.

My puzzle is, in no way, complete, but it's off to a good start. I know where the next few years will lead me. Literature, Education, and England are all just stops on the tracks, albeit one's that I'm ecstatic about. I love that one summer has been able to teach me what years in school haven't been able to.

Hello, hello

Everything and nothing has changed at the same time. I have that group of friends that I yearned for, this past weekend solidified my thoughts and erased any doubts. They're part of my life now, and I'm thankful. Thankful for everything. I'm happy here.

The wonderful people that I've met and the friends that I've made change absolutely nothing about how much I miss home. Everything is changing though, and I'm not sure I like the direction its going.



I can't wait to go home either. Last time or not, I miss them all.<3

Attempt status:vain

Your updates on my college trials are spanning few and far between. I do sincerely apologize for that. It's raining yet again, I want to actually speak to someone familiar, other than my mom, on the phone, I should be reading for class tomorrow and yet here I sit, typing at this screen like mad, and as an ending to this list, I generally feel utterly alone on this campus.



Yes, there are people I can talk to if I need something, have a question, or want to hang out for five to ten minutes, but there aren't many, and we aren't close yet. It's strange and different, but I'm slowly adapting, or at least I believe that I am and am determined to feign contentment for as long as it takes to truly be content.



I do love the school though, and the few friends I've made thus far are wonderful. Even the one's who wouldn't exactly consider me as a "friend" yet, I find that I am drawn to them. Moth to the flame though really; I'm probably trusting too easily.

Today did it for me though. Tears poured freely from my eyes in homesickness. I found a picture that Garrick, the 6 year old at the rec, drew for me. I miss him and his brother so much, I miss all of them. They truly became part of my life last summer. I miss my best friends. I miss just hanging out, after getting off work, doing nothing and having the best time. I want my new life, but I want my old one too. Tears don't change anything though and I need to buck up and live.

Raining rampant

So it's been raining since yesterday evening. Dont get me wrong, I adore rain. I'm most creative when its storming so therefore I generally want it to rain all day, everyday. Rain, however, is not lovely when : a] you aren't in Vegas, so raining actually does mean that its hard enough to drench you if you're outside for more than a minute without an umbrella and to get to most of you classes you have to walk dirt paths that have become muddy, soupy disasters. b] your classes are generally FRIGID and therefore you develop a thin layer of permafrost in your skin and c] your shoes have mesh sides, so when you step in puddles...you take it with you.

Other than the pro/con rain, I'm having a wonderful time here. My classes are amazing. I already love my English class...it will by far be my favorite this year. It's like being back in an Omel class, with a Carter teacher. It's marvelous. My Algebra class is so easy I had to work ahead to keep from falling asleep, but hey easy A's are okay with me. My Intro to Education teacher is...unique; as is my Film teacher.

That's really all I have for you right now.
Peacee.

Destination Determined!

I'm finally in Charlotte. It took a mere 9 hours for me to get here, and another 3 to get into my dorm because of scheduled check in times.

My first day: Unpack a few things, made my bed, inadevertnently feel asleep when I was supposed to go to dinner with the roommates...>.<

Now I'm wide awake, at 2:3o in the morning. I'm going to finish unpacking and then attempt a start at decorating my room.

This is my pathetic attempt to keep you updated on my current self. And, yes, this is all you're getting right now.

trials and tribulations

I want to take everthing with me. Not everthing fits in m bags. Everytime I put something new in my bag, I feel tears prickle as I think of the memories each object has for my. Two race cars given to me by two amazing little kids. Tears. Picture frame with one picture of me and my best friends. Tears. State shirt. Tears.



I hate this process. Leaving has never, ever been this hard on me before. I've done it so many times. It shouldn't be this hard. Uprooting has something I've become used to. I haven't been here any longer than aywhere else I've lived, so why is it so different.



I know that I'm going where I've always wanted to, learning to do something I love, and trying my han at the world on my own. None of that scares me. Its not even the venture into the unknown thats got me terrified. It's leaving what I've grown so fond of. Everything here is a part of me and leaving it feels like I'm leaving myself here. This is the first time the feeling inside ofme has been so clear. I understand what I'm feeling now, but it doesnt change a thing about it. I want to just transport my whole life with me when I go, but I cant, I can onl take what I can fit in two suitcases, and that doesn't even include a teddy bear...