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?

Clothing

I am wondering about the appearance of hip people. Just the other day at work I saw this boy come in with a huge red rose tattooed onto his neck. It was actually rather gross. Not only was the tattoo hideous, but the thought that one day when he was old and gray the tattoo would be too. Ewie.

            Sometimes I don't think they realize that they are eventually going to be parents, and will, hopefully, someday gain a degree of some sort. They will be out in the work field, and have these tattoos in plain sight. Now I do not have any problems with tattoos or piercings. Although, I do know several people who have been turned down from jobs for just that reason.

I know several people I work with have to wear band-aids over their piercings, which seem just as obvious as their piercing. I recall one lady asked a girl (who has a nose ring) if all of the employees had to wear band- aids over their noses.

It was explained to her the purpose of the band-aids, she crinkled her nose and said it seems silly that anyone would put something on their face that would be so conspicuous.  It made me laugh that she even asked.

Some of the clothing seems rather interesting. I can see how some of the clothing could be taken wrong. Perhaps others would find it to be the clothing of a hooligan? Perhaps assume because of the attire that the person was immature, or someone not to be taken seriously.

It shouldn’t come down to that, but they do say that it takes only 7 seconds for a person to determine the sort of character someone is. Even if their judgment is completely off. So is it worth it to have huge rose tattoos on your neck? Is the clothing worth it if you can’t be taken seriously? Who really cares?

           
           

               

  

Cry baby!

"...Spitting their words their words or notes headlong, they perfected an aesthetic of imperfection. For this they earned a mixture of public condemnation and discipleship. The word bebopper became a code word for juvenile delinquents..."

    This reminds me of the movie Cry Baby, starring Johnny Depp. All about the greasers and the squares. It totally portrays these greasers, juvenile delinquents, doing just plain bad. Making out on a school night, racing fast cars etc...While the squares were at a community function, saving the world one kid at a time!

        At one point in the movie Johnny's sister says " I am so glad I am knocked up, wish I were having triplets." It is openly laughing at the sort of  behavior the beats are sending as a message. While the squares were off doing charitable functions, which were wildly over done portraying those who found the "beat" like behavior immoral.

    Then

    There is just something so good about being bad. The beats allowed the unpolished part of humanity to step forth. This sort of knitty-gritty, natural man, behavior. At one point Leland says "you don't have to worry about mistakes, because their consequences are off in the future....this develops into hip's fetish for failure and self destruction."

    When there is no immediate consequence for an action then why in the hell should anyone care?

    So it's breaking away from this sort of god fearing behavior that everyone during that time was accustomed to. This polite society behavior. Now we are talking raw and still bleeding. Ripping up the floor boards and unleashing the bugs that live beneath. It was a massive slap in the face calling out everyone in some form; letting out their dirty secret, addiction, obsession, etc... No more secrets, total exposure.

    I believe their form of art did have some amount of perfection to it. It perfected exposing the natural man, ripping away the false exterior, and painting the human man as he actually is. Not what he covers himself up to be. So really it all depends on your personal view as a person, is the picture more or less beautiful? It depends are you a greaser (beat) or a square?

Goodness how?

I think in every class there is at least one person who ALWAYS has an opinion. And if there is not then it is probably you. I wonder if that one person who is ALWAYS running the class considers themselves hip? After all isn't hip being a "know it all"? Being educated on the latest information? Although I have also found that the one person in the class that knows so much tends to be beyond annoying. Perhaps that is my own opinion.

And it seems, to me, that everytime they begin talking I feel this sudden urge to either tell them to shut up, or say something to contradict their entire way of thinking. It seems knowing a lot and being hip, and all up in the know how, can also be extremely annoying. Well to those who are not "hip" or don't care enough to be involved in hip like things.

It must be awful at times being hip, people finding your way of thinking ridiculous, imature, long winded, etc....Is it really worth keeping up with the Joneses?

I think there are different levels of hip. There are hip people, who don't know they are hip, and are actually very classy and worth listening to. Then there are people that are not hip. Although, they self titled themselves as hip; and make others suffer while they shove their "know it all" behavior on every poor bastard that was foolish enough to walk by.

Perhaps it's an insecurity issue? Have to proclaim to the world some sort of significant part of their life. Almost running into the ground? Beating a dead horse! Ew!

Yet here I am ranting away about my feelings toward these sorts of people. We all do it, rant, and rave. So wouldn't we all be the annoying kid? Maybe not in the same form, but in some form? Goodness, how are we ever to survive?

Personal creation

There are so many people on the west coast, and several large cities. It's the perfect area for rebirthing. It's all about speed of change. As I explained in my previous blog different areas make cause for different types of night life. And night life is the place to build and create. Some places seem to be blessed with that ability while others seem to lack it.

It seems as if during the night people take on a new identity, I know when I go out with my friends in the evening time, we spend extra time with our hair and ake-up creating a face we wouldn't normally wear in public. Perhaps we do it for the thrill of being someone else for one night.

There almost seems to be this sort of natural instinct inside all of us who crave doing anything that is not in our norm. Breaking away from this invisable label that we have placed upon us, and i don't care what anyone says we all have a label put upon us by somebody, we may not really fit that label but it doesn't stop anyone from giving to us.

So LA is the prefect setting for change, I ean why not?

Procrastination

Silly how one of my recent posts had to do with hip people being procrastinators, and here I am forgetting my free blog. Oh no! what in the world does that make me?

     It is common to think that hip originates in the city life. Which I find to be somewhat true.
I grew up in California, while living there the night life was never short of well the "night life". Clothing was always new and fresh, faces always done up, cars fast and shiney. Music thriving in all variations.

     So when I moved to Idaho the whole atmosphere was different. Clothing that had been popular ages ago in California had just began surfacing in Idaho, along with camo...which had never been popular. Yikes!. Shiney cars were replaced with giant trucks. And the "night life" in Idaho was reduced to a few kids sneaking out to a friends party.

     It was a huge culture shock! It felt as if I had been dropped off into hillbilly town. Although I must say I believe the reason things were so different were due to the fact that in California there were things to do, places to go, music, and dancing, and so any things worth seeing. While Idaho has a more restrictive variation of things to do.

     Making a good time in Idaho, a very dull evening in California. Boise Idaho is also a smaller town, and it feels as if everyone knows, well, everyone. It sees as if reinventing yourself would be difficult here. Hopefully nothing horrendous during the pubescent years occured, or hell it's all over you! California gave the opportunity to change constantly, since everything there was evolving so quickly.

     So maybe it isn't just city life, perhaps it is just certain areas that are deemed with the right to make waves in the ocean of hip. Since Boise Idaho, a city, does not possess anything nearly as intense as other cities in other states. So is it a mixture of people, or the area,or setting that creates these spaces of hip? The places that are worthy to disply hip happenings?

     I can't be sure. I do know that even though there is no actual written rule, I have witnessed these honest situations. It is most clear that certain areas are indeed more hip than others, and it may not even be based on the aspect of "city life".

Monday

I' just wondering if being hip also correlates with being a procrastinator? I mean being hip seems as if it is a laid back sort of fashion statement.
So would doing homework on time, and arriving on time be something to make a statement about?

coexist

     This is what you shall do, you shall live with an open mind and heart. Realize that everyone has valid opinions based upon their up bringing. No one is always right. Listen to one another, be willing to see from fresh eyes. Do not claim to be open minded and not actually be.

     Be willing to take pride in both strengths and weaknesses, admit to fault and accept fault in others. Be aware of personal invention and the ability to help invent others. Do not except finality! Nothing is final until you make it so,  do not let anyone tell you haw to live your life, simply accept their opinion and move forward.

     Scorn those who are not willing to make changes in themselves, or willing to help make positive changes for the world. Forget all of the anger towards diversity, be willing to accept for there can be no progress unless we are all willing to coexist.

     Find your inner child and make your world a place where you know you would want to live and be established.

     Peace may never be attainable, but you better damn well strive for it!

    

Expired

Just some random poetry, not done up in any sort of fashion.

Just waiting for it to expire
guilt guilt guilt
Your archers bow with suffered bent tip
like your intimate words lacking meaning
pretty mouth dripping intracable thought
I once held in my unclean hands
hands you held
A pretty face filled with promise
promise of addiction
addiction you swallowed whole
tastes like satin
now wrapped around a sullen neck
tattood words taped onto a colorless body
Remind reind remind
A tiny fraction
intangled
intertwined individual
willing to tie down and strive
for fiction of a pure reality
A reality made up of lies
on laughable tales
burned onto an aching chest
diving deep into the waters
blind eyes bringing up pearls
and clear eyes bringing up rocks
both tossed back into hazy waters
Discover discover discover
When birthed from the waters
hands out streatched
a pearl will drip drip water from you fingers
mine will be holding a stone

Can you dig it?

     First off this picture doesn't represent any personal feelings I have towards "hipsters". It was just extremely hard to find any positive pictures.

     I must admit that I had never even heard of a hipster until my sister mentioned it a few months ago. So after consulting her I have come to the realization that a "hipster", does not actually exist in a high school enviornment. Apparently it only exists in the outside world, and by the time it hits the high school it is soon to be extinct.

    So an actual defenition, I found in the book Hip: the history written by John Leland. On page 24, he says "hip begins with a small circle whose members push each other to more inventive or extreme forms of  expression, then radiates outward into concentric circles." So I am begining to think that by the time whatever is considered hip hits the "outside circles"; something new has taken it's place.

     So it will be a constant circle in which everyone not directly involved will be despertly trying to keep up with the now. Although what is with this need? It seems hipster is related to being someone who doesn't follow the crowed. Someone who has made themselves their own personal invention.

     I see namless faces walking around in copy cat clothing. So what has happened to the personal invention? Diversity, and independence seem very far off. Then again I suppose we wouldn't learn anything about ourselves if we didn't try new things out. So maybe it necessary to go through fads, since hopefully everyone comes out on top with their own ideas, and I suppose fashion sense.