Showing posts with label acid wash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label acid wash. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Lovelorn


Hello world! My graduate school application is on its way to being judged and scrutinized by a committee of people who can potentially destroy my life without me ever knowing what the hell happened.


I'm hoping to start a new blog soon and so far it's been hard to consolidate all I want to say into one. Perhaps it'll just be another jumble of topics like I have been known to dish out on this blog. Maybe I'll take a more esoteric angle for the special interest groups?

Monday, August 6, 2012

Scrambled Debutante


I have been rendered completely useless by the incessant heat, emanating from everywhere. Including from my cats. I swear, I tried to pet one of them yesterday and a bit of my skin got singed off.



I haven't been in the mood to write much lately (because of the heat wave) so I'm going to leave you with a poster I designed for my band: Scrambled Debutante. We have a show on the 11th and look, we even have a Bandcamp.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Down with Patriarchy

Here's something infuriating, get ready.
I was on the skytrain heading home yesterday and had the unfortunate view of a drunk and sleazy man making vulgar remarks at several women. This fucking clown was THE slime ball of the century, not only was he completely insufferably obvious while ogling these women, he also very vocal and made kissing noises and various disgusting facial expressions. The situation was an example of power imbalance. The women looked beyond uncomfortable, they looked extremely distressed and perhaps felt very vulnerable too (I know I would). They tried their hardest to keep composure and exited the vehicle as fast as possible when it was their stop. 


To make the matter worse, this man was not alone. HE WAS WITH A WOMAN!!! This woman (also drunk and obnoxious) seemed totally aloof about how her date was making passes at other women. At some point, the man turned towards two girls sitting behind him and started gesturing at them with his hand and touch them. At this point, the girl was trying to dodge his hand all the while telling him to stop. Upon hearing this, the drunk woman became hostile and turned around and said, "hey, don't start shit. You're suppose to say 'please and thank you'".


Without getting too deep into the social significance of this whole thing, I think we can all agree that this is just another example of how some men feel that they are entitled to treat women however they see fit. (ie. with less respect thus as less than them) At the same time, some women perpetuate this inequality by not only submitting themselves to the subjugation of men but also broadcast such beliefs externally, unto other women. Thus, we (women) are disadvantaged by two sets of taken-for-granted assumptions which does not help the cause of equality at all. 


I, in the past, have been criticized by other fellow feminists as "contradictory" and "victim blaming" (victims being the women who are discriminated against) because my notions can sometimes seem a bit harsh towards women. My defence is usually that I hate to see women as victims of patriarchal circumstances and by seeing woman as the people who have been subjected to sexism and unfairness sort of implies that "that's just the way it is, we women are always the passive recipients of the shitty end of the bargain". To that I say "FUCK THAT" because whenever I hear anybody (men and women) talking about anything with any a shred of gender undertone, I tell always say to them, "it doesn't have to be that way, gender roles are the status quo, yes, but it doesn't have to be." Thus I try to change as much of our societal expectations as possible, starting at the most basic level by rejecting everything coloured by gender rather than sex. To subvert gender, I believe both men and women are responsible but since most gender stereotypes hold more negative standards about women, women need to work extra hard to reverse them. This means, by only defending ourselves against external sexism coming from others is not enough, we also need to recognize our own schemas of gender and reverse them. That is usually the hardest part but it can be done. 

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Rebellion Lies


Sometimes I feel like being combative and difficult. Especially towards those who think just because they sign my pay cheques they can exploit my labour and good intentions. 


On Monday, my presence was demanded at the company annual meeting where apparently the staff are expected to present a variety of child appropriate and developmentally beneficial programs and activities to parents, board members, concerned educators of the community and of course the executive director of the organization. I have never attended one of these meetings before but with my recent brush with company politics, I decided that it wouldn't be a great idea if I attended something which would result in me trapped in a depressing community centre for two hours with a group of apathetic, life-loathing people. Instead, I went home, got drunk and felt asleep while doing online shopping.


I'm not always such an asshole. I just don't ever want to be a part of something so contrived  and offer any shred of effort in trying to convey a false public image about an organization that simply isn't as progressive or communally responsible as they make themselves out to be. 


In the business of child care, a few do it for the money. I do it because the kids are hilarious and they keep me from becoming too pessimistic. Sometimes, being able to relate to kids is seriously therapeutic.  You'd be surprised how much finger painting and bubble making can restore your faith in the world. Thus if my only purpose and genuine intention in this line of work is working with the children and ensuring their proper growth and enjoyment of life, why should I give a shit about how to impress the adults about what kind of "age appropriate" programs I can offer? All I'm saying is, no adult can truly know what kids enjoy and what is suitable for their development. I just think it's  presumptuous and backwards to hold a meeting with a bunch old fuddy duddies to discuss what they think the kids should like to play and should want to do while the simple answer can come much easier from the kids themselves.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Rather Ripped


I'm terribly saddened because I can't for the life of my find my sewing machine foot pedal cord. This means that my plan of making millions by selling home-made dresses on Etsy will have to be postponed until I can find a circuit breaking apparatus that allows me to sew at my own pace. 


Two summers ago I became obsessed with sewing. It's one of those additions that offers only hits of ecstasy when you eventually realize that you can save a ton of money by fashioning say a pillow case into a pair of shorts. I guess the sense of accomplishment after you've done that serves to be quite rewarding too. Seriously, just try and create something one of these days; anything. The experience is truly wonderful. 



When I open my Etsy shop stocked with boxy, recycled garments made out of textiles found around the house I will be displaying the pieces via my blog. Please keep a keen eye out for that perfect shower curtain dress in the near future. 



Sonic Youth fucking rocks btw. Did I mention that already in the past?