Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Joys of Being a Woman

For my paper, I decided to write on the complex definition of the word female, and what it really means to be a female.

Shania Twain - Man! I Feel Like A Woman!


Let's go girls
C'mon

I'm going out tonight--I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise--really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout

No inhibitions--make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and...

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts--short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild--yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action--feel the attraction
Color my hair--do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The girls need a break--tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance--we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and...

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts--short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild--yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action--feel the attraction
Color my hair--do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

Oh yeah,
The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts--short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild--yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action--feel the attraction
Color my hair--do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Rebellion and Farewells



In the last part of the reading, there was one particular part that I really enjoyed in the book, which was when Marji showed her act of rebellion against her mother by smoking her first cigarette. In a way, this reminds me of myself because when I was that age, I did anything and everything I could to rebel and spite my mother. I guess this was Marji's way of initiating her adulthood, although she was still quite young at that time.
By the end of Persepolis, I was filled with many different emotions. Because the Baba-Levy's house was bombed and Marji was expelled from school, her parents thought it was best if she went to live with a family friend in Vienna, Austria. I really do think it was courageous of Marji to leave her home, family and friends. On the last page of the book, you see that Marji is getting ready to leave and it says, "I couldn't just go. I turned around to see them one last time. It would have been better to just go" (Satrapi 153). This shows the profound love that Marji's parents have for her. They loved her so much that they made the decision to send her thousands of miles away from home so that she could further her education and live a safe life. By the end of the book, I already wanted to know what would happen next, such as how Marji's life in Vienna, Austria would be and what new adventures she would have. I guess we'll just have to wait and see... Love, M.

The Key to Nothingness

In the last part of the reading of Persepolis, it truly broke my heart. Marji tells us of the "key". The key that was given to young boys promising them that if they went to war and died, they'd live an afterlife in paradise. It's enraging to know that the government would deliberately fill these young, naive boys' minds with propaganda just so that they would be willing to go to war. I honestly think that everyone should have a choice whether or not they want to go to war, instead of being tricked into it. "They come from the poor areas, you can tell... First they convince them that the afterlife is even better than Disneyland, then they put them in a trance with all their songs..." (Satrapi 101). Better than Disneyland? What kind of lies and deceptions were they feeding these poor, uneducated boys? However, in a country that is highly religious, the Iranians believed anything that the government fed them, especially if it's making them believe they'd live their afterlife in heaven. Love, M.

Friday, November 13, 2009

While you were out playing golf...

you managed to screw us all.

After listening to Sky and Bryce's presentation on Thursday, it really opened my eyes and even more, it infuriates me. It infuriates me to know that not only has it costed us $900 billion for weaponry and aircrafts, but it has also cost us the lives of about 4,500 Americans. It infuritates me to know that because our economy is in such a horrible crisis, my parents and the rest of the country are suffering for it. It infuriates me to know that because of this, my father lost his job in March 2009, and now my mother is working her hardest to support a family of five. It infuriates me to know that next year, our family will lose our house. It infuriates me to know that all of this money, being spent on guns, rifles, items used for taking the lives of other human beings, could have been spent on schools and education for millions of children, high school and college students. Bush sent our troops to Iraq, trying to prove himself to be "the man", but unfortunately, that has backfired on him. I really wonder how he can sleep at night, knowing that he is the reason that the rest of the country is suffering. I wonder if he even feels guilt for causing our country to be in debt by $57 trillion. I wonder if he even cares at all for that matter, but then again, he might just be playing golf while the American people are laboring, trying to save their homes and provide for their families. Hearing stories about Sky's personal experiences was very saddening, yet so many ignorant people praise the idea of "war" and think of it as "cool" or great action. No, it is far from that. War means killing other innocent people, war is what causes mothers to cry because she has to bury her son, war ruins homes, families, economies, and war takes away the ones that we love most. Thanks Bush, for everything you've ever done for us.. taking away our money, taking away our jobs, taking away our education, and our own people, all so that you can go to war and prove what a tough guy you are. No love for you, M.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Pedro and Persepolis


In class today, Michelle Epperson and I did a presentation on the parallels between the two books Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi and Pedro and Me by Judd Winick. If you haven't heard of the second book yet, it's another graphic novel based on a true story of six strangers living in San Francisco during the filming of The Real World 3. Pedro was born in Havana, Cuba and immigrated to the United States with his family at a very young age. In his early adulthood, it was revealed that he was gay and had contracted the HIV disease. Judd Winick, a U.S. born citizen, comes onto the show after having money issues as an aspiring cartoonist. This is where he meets Pedro Zamora, a strong-willed individua
l who fought for gay rights. They soon become very close and eventually even best friends. After the show, Pedro's sickness worsens and on November 11, 1994, Pedro died. In many ways, these two books are similar. For one, they are both graphic novels that explain the struggles of two people. Marjane struggled with her country during the Islamic Revolution, fighting for equal rights, whereas Pedro fought as a gay activist and battled a disease that soon claimed his life. Both books are truly touching and inspirational. Although both stories may contain heartbreaking and saddening stories, you will find yourself often smiling or laughing during some humorous and heartwarming parts. Both books are all about family, friendships, losses, tragedy, but also being proud of who you are and where you came from. Love, M.

A Land with No Peace

In our second reading, which was pages 40 to 60, I learned that the Shah's reign had ended and the Islamic revolution was over. Although this part of the reading should have been a joyous one, it was very hard for me to swallow down some heartbreaking parts. It was in this time that the 3000 political prisoners were finally liberated and released from prison to go home to their families and friends. Marjane's family knew two of them, Siamak Jari and Mohsen Shakiba. It was very saddening for me to find out that while convicted, these two men along with many other prisoners had to go through traumatizing and horrific torture. The descriptions and pictures about the tortures are more than I can bare to read. Is torture considered humane? No. It is sickening and unethical, yet it is happening every single day all around the world. I recently came upon a news article in which young women and men are still being raped, tortured and executed in the Middle East today. It saddens me to know that there are still people in the world who could be so heartless as to harm another human being for the sake of wealth and power. As Marjane's father explained right after the revolution had ended, "As long as there is oil in the Middle East we will never have peace" (Satrapi 43). To what lengths are people willing to go for wealth, power and oil? The reoccuring war in the Middle East is already enough to answer that question... Love, M.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

PUNK IS NOT DED



Our second presenter for today was Katie, who talked about the movie that was made out of Marjane Satrapi's book Persepolis. Although we didn't get the chance to watch the entire movie, we did get to watch one part that I really enjoyed (video above). I really liked this part because even though it's supposed to be a sad story about her country's struggles through the revolution, Satrapi likes let the reader/audience get an inside look on her humorous and bubbly personality as a teenager. Yes, most of us have been there--attempting rebellion of some sort whether it be with our clothes or bad taste of music. I mean, I don't think a lot of people would have had the guts to even try to be different at that time as people were too scared of being suspected and thrown into prison. It really does make me appreciate where I live and the freedom that I have, such as the freedom to be able to wear what I like, what kind of music to listen to, and such. I truly admire Satrapi for wanting to be different and living the life of a "normal" teenager although in her time, living normally wasn't at all common. People all around her were living in oppression and here she is, playing the air guitar while listening to rock in her bedroom. Just wanted to blog about this part because it made me laugh :) Enjoy! Love, M.