http://meaganw67.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladies-and-gentlemen.html
http://meaganw67.blogspot.com/2011/03/beep-beep.html
http://meaganw67.blogspot.com/2011/03/cry-baby.html

Cry baby- Letting loose from the polite society behavior. Giving into the natural man and doing things that are pleasing to the mind body and soul.

Beep-Beep- The trickster, Wiley Coyote always trying to catch the road runner. Wiley coyote uses all of these extreme measure to try and catch the road runner but he is never able to catch him. The road runner always out smartes the coyote.

Ladies and Gentlemen- About the hipster and how women fit into the role. How men feel threatend by woman fitting into the mans world. Woman doing the work of a man and doing an equal job or sometimes even better.

I decided on these three posts mainly because I actually took the time to think about them, and I was actually really into the subject I was writing about. I enjoy talking about things that either really fascinate me, enrage me, or I am very passionate about. The hipster and how woman fit into that role was probably one of my absolute favorites.

I just still can’t understand how men can do something that is risky and it considered cool and romantic/ mysterious.  While if a woman had done the very same thing it would have been frowned upon. How unfair! Honestly I don’t know what makes men and woman so different.

 Although I am pretty sure that is the same case for everyone. Everyone’s best work is always represented by something that has feeling behind it.

I feel that after this semester my mind has been has been opened. Although I am not going to lie I am to sick of hearing the words, hip, hipster, and hippie. I think I would be just fine not hearing any of those words for a very long time.

 I didn’t realize that this class was going to be covering such a large variety of things. Race, art, music, time, language, just varieties of things I was not expecting from this class.

I really liked that movie that we watched in class Bamboozled, that movie was really intense. I felt really guilty watching it at some points, but I also really couldn’t help laughing at a lot of the stereotypes.

Although I am glad it did. It felt nice to finally be in one of those classes with that sort of indie vibe. Haha if you can even call it that.

I would have to say my performance for this class this semester overall was pretty average, at some points I shined. Although I think I did get lazy and a little too caught up in my other classes. I kept up fairly well in this class though. I want to be an English Major, I want it so bad.

I felt while taking this class that I had finally come to the point in my schooling where I was actually doing something worthwhile for my major.

As a writer, well I have come to know myself as the very ranty writer. I can write forever and ever about something that just pisses me off, or makes me feel intensely. When I have to write about something that has to have a certain structure or has a topic I don’t particularly enjoy I can barely stand it. My papers tend to be weak and stray far from the topic.

Plus I am a huge procrastinator; I will wait until the last minute when I have to write a paper I don’t like, kind of like the one we are writing now. Hah! Sometimes I will try to find an abstract way to write a paper so as to interest myself in the topic in some form. Occasionally I can get away with it, but not always am I so lucky.

If I were to give myself a grade for this class obviously I would be giving myself an A+, duh! Who wouldn’t give themselves a perfect score?  Although, in perfect honesty, I would probably give myself a B-, or a C+.  I think I worked hard; I attended the classes pretty regularly. I did the homework. I made sure to give my opinion in the class. I was also not the person who talked too much, and I was not the one who said things that didn’t relate to the topic. Thank God!

Ladies and Gentlemen

My other once told me that when it came to the body men were the head, while women are the neck. And the neck can turn the head any which place it pleases. I found this rather interesting.

It’s the classic story of men dominating women. A man can do almost anything, like smoke or drink, flirt with ladies like crazy, but if a woman does it is a totally different, she is criticized for doing something that a man can so easily get away with.

It has always been a man’s world and women only seem to be living in it.  We play the role of wives, mothers, daughters, grandmothers. Although if for some reason we decided to do something out of the nor, something that was not allowed to our title, that titled would be completely stripped from us.

We would never get it back; once a title has been stripped from a woman it is final.

Men have always been the bread winners, the dominant figure. The thought of a woman, who for so long has been put into the role of weak, and naïve. Needing men to help us function and survive. How devastating that must be to suddenly be challenged.

A woman in a “man’s world”; it’s almost exciting to see woman become so powerful, and even one up the men. It’s even more exciting when you see the abstract stay at home father. How crazy! A man doing the “woman’s” work”, cooking, cleaning, and caring for the children. All while the wife is off making money.

The woman is now paying the bills and the mortgage, putting food on the table. It may have started as a man’s world, but it seems to be shifting. Giving woman the opportunity to pretty much say Fuck you. Then bust ass and prove what they are worth!

I wasn't able to find the link for the cartoons...where are they so I can write a post?

So today I adopted a cat! Yay me! Her name is Merlin’s Beard! So Merlin inspired today’s post.

I know Hipsters are all about being animal friendly and everything, save the whales blah blah blah. I was just wondering how far they would really go for an animal? When I brought Merlin home my family’s commentary on her appearance (She is not the cutest kitty on the block) was rather negative.

They asked why I would pick a cat that was probably the least cute kitty there. I thought about it, and I wonder if a hipster who would protest against animal cruelty and what not would actually take an animal with wheels for legs, or one eye home as a pet.

Why is everything based off of looks? Why would a cuter pet be taken home before an animal with a sweeter personality? And we are also that way with people. We are a society based on looks. If we have imperfections we are less likely to associate with things we don’t find pleasing to the eye.

So back to what I was originally saying, upon bringing her home and my family paying not so polite comments I realized that I preferred her to the others because her personality was just so endearing. Her need for affection, and attention was hard to ignore. I chose her not for looks but for her personal identity. If that even makes sense.

Perhaps we should all just chill out and take the time to enjoy something, or someone for what they really are worth instead of they look like as an individual. Then again that goes back to the old age parable “don’t judge a book by its cover.” But we do. I know I do. Even when I make an effort not to, I still do. Heck at least there is some effort made. ‘nuff said.

A good laugh

Since I wasn’t able to watch the entire movie I honestly can’t base my opinions fully on which the real trickster is. So when I have watched the whole movie I will determine.

Although for now based upon what I have seen so far, I feel the trickster would appear to be Pierre since he is conning two men into basically making fools of them based upon their race. He appeals to these two men with money and power. They can’t resist what they can’t have, and when the opportunity becomes available they jump.

Although I believe the real trickster is Pierre’s boss, he appeals to Pierre’s need, by giving him the opportunity to write something, but he only gets to write this at a price, the price of insulting his own kind. Just as the two men are paying the price of being fools to get what they need.

Then again I do recall that Pierre’s boss saying his bosses were jumping down his throat to make a show worth watching. So maybe they are all tricksters playing one another, and never knowing that they are in fact being played as well.

And since I wasn’t further able to watch the movie I can’t honestly determine the real trickster, or even if there was one. Although I did find the movie humorous, I also felt small tinges of shame for finding those things funny. I liked how raw the movie was though, even though Pierre’s accent was totally random especially when you meet his father later on who has no trace of an accent.

The most amusing part of the entire movie to me though was the club scene with his father. I loved how he told jokes concerning his race. I find it so refreshing when people can laugh at themselves.

Put a fork in it

I feel like sometimes hipsters have this thing with words. Almost like they feel this need to have an overly developed vocabulary, and write terrible poetry.

I remember a previous English class I was enrolled in I had a teacher who told you like it was.
When it came to the poetry section of the class he made an announcement, and it was along the lines of: If you write about anything that has to do with your dark pathetic life, or a recent break up I don’t want to read it.

And of course there was still that one dumbass, who wrote about their dark pathetic life due to their recent breakup, and yes it was poorly written, and large words didn’t fit with the descriptions.  

Yes, they did think their poetic rant was wonderful enough to be written on gold pages and read to the gods. So that was probably why it was so satisfying when the teacher read it then tossed it into the trash. Something about a reality check is just so refreshing.

The next assignment was to write a poem about an object, like a bar of soap etc… So the same dumbass wrote about a fork. And still that fork somehow related to another deep dark pathetic life story. I probably will never be able to look at a fork the same way again.

Why does the hipster feel the need to cram their less than interesting babble down everyone’s throat? And why does everything have to be depressing? Can’t anyone write a happy poem? Or if it has to be a downer at least make it interesting!

I sometimes wonder to myself why the hipster thinks that their “life experiences” are always so much more dramatic and important than everyone else’s. Everyone has to deal with life, some are just smarter and don’t write awful poetry about it.  

Beep! Beep!

So the road runner is a huge trickster in my book. You would think that the wiley coyote would be the one who is the trickster, but oh no no!

This Wiley fella uses all sorts of dynamite, railroad tracks, holes that move...etc.... If you have seen this cartoon you know exactly what I am talking about. And somehow this ridiculous bird manages to always "conveniently" miss the fate laid out for him. And that coyote always ends up falling right into the trap that wasn't set for him....but in a way almost set for him.

How silly that this coyote keeps chasing this bird for several episodes, but isn't that the point to keep the show going. I mean how much fun would it be if the coyote actually caught the road runner? There would be nothing left to enjoy. There is always something so satisfying about watching others chase after what they want and never succeed.

As well as there is something just as enjoyable, sitting there and becoming very annoyed with the coyote for still not being able to catch that bird, when you know for yourself that the same over used antics will still not get that coyote a step closer to his dinner! Even perhaps that you could think of a million better ideas to trap that beeping bird yourself!

I recall one episode when the coyote paints a big black circle on a boulder, the bird should hit right smack into the boulder and be at the coyotes mercy! Well as this bird is zipping by he goes straight the black hole and the coyote stands their looking confused. When suddenly a large train comes barreling through the “tunnel”. Crushing the coyote.

Finally the Road runner makes his final appearance coming out right after the train, unscathed. What could possibly be a better example than that?