10.16.2014

Feeling negligent.

I don't know if I feel like myself. But I don't know if I don't feel like myself, either.

Whenever I try to take control of a part of my life that was weighing me down in some way, I always let the other parts slip a little due to negligence. I'm like one of those crazy, over-stressed moms who's just trying to settle a fight between two of her kids, while her toddler is in her highchair spilling milk and spaghetti sauce everywhere, and the doorbell is ringing, and the oven is telling her that the chicken is done, and also she has stress at work on her mind, and has to actually be in a conference call in like five minutes (because my simile-mom is does it all).

I mean it's not that bad. And not exactly equivalent. Because the difference is that my hypothetical mom has things happening to her, whereas I bring hardships onto myself.

Motivation is an elusive beast. And if you're lucky enough to capture him, he's hard to keep.

I finally feel healthy and happy about myself, but I also feel like I'm letting responsibilities and relationships rot on the side. I'm always looking for a balance, and I just can't seem to figure out the formula. I've been trying to find it my whole life. I think this means I never will, right? I mean, isn't that the whole point of living? Trying to get to that point when you can actually smile knowing you finally figured it all out?

But it shouldn't be that way. We're always looking towards the future for answers and comfort, but shouldn't we be looking within ourselves instead? I guess that's scary because we don't always like what we find there. And in those cases, unhealthy ways of coping creep in without us realizing. Their insidious onset leaves us more than vulnerable when storms from the external world are thrown at us without warning. The positive feedback from the hurt, pain, and defenselessness just cause another domino to fall, taking down another with it.

It's a lot easier watching everything collapse than it is to set it all up again.

You have to try though. That's where humanity lies, I think; in the struggle. In the effort that seems futile because you're alone.

Do you ever notice how everyone is always talking, but never saying anything? It's a static, low murmur that creates the background noise to everything. It emphasizes that feeling of loneliness, doesn't it?

And that loneliness makes the trying so much harder to justify.


But you're not really alone. You may know that, but you have to believe it. And once you do, I think that's when you find the life you've been looking for.


I think.




9.09.2014

crayons are spilling everywhere

I tend to be an objective-type person, and can usually make a decision without too much bias. Yes, emotions sometimes get in the way (I mean, duh, talk to me for like 3 seconds and you'll see that's evident), but I don't usually let them sway me. If something's right, it's right. And if it's wrong, it's wrong. Black is black. White is white.

Right. Well. That's how it used to be for me at least.

I miss my clear-headedness. I lost it somewhere along the way. I don't know when. The beginning of college? The past year? The last couple of months? I don't know, it's hard to say. A gradual sort of thing. Now the things I thought seemed so obvious, really aren't. The clarity is missing and the clouds are rolling in.

I've been doing a lot of reassessing lately. If you don't know, reassessing is when you are in public and all of the sudden you remember/dwell/re-dwell on something in the past/something coming in the future that was/is/will be upsetting, and you stop right in the middle of wherever you are and just stare at the sky/ceiling and look completely unstable.

It's great. You should try it sometime.

Mountains and plateaus and mudslides.
Challenging. Discouraging. Dynamic. I guess that's my life right now.

I'm not very peppy today am I? I guess I have my reasons.

Here's one of them: I've been smelling the same half-full cup of stale coffee on my bedside table for about 3 hours. It's slowly driving me insane. At least I call it "half-full" instead of "half-empty," right?

And another reason: Two Mondays ago was the first day of my last year of class, and I just want to take a moment to appreciate the finality of that.

I've been attending some variation of school since I was 4 years old. 19 years. 19. Do they offer therapy for this sort of thing? I'm kind of afraid of what will happen in the years to come. How will I cope without The Man telling me I need to stare at pieces of paper for umpteen hours at a time, and then regurgitate that which I have neither learned nor retained on another piece of paper? The freedom will be confusing.

But it's more than that.


No longer black and white.

It's not that I'm upset that my life is gray now. I mean, it is. And I am. But my life is also yellow and blue and kelly green and magenta. There's more than one color muddling up the previously clearly-outlined picture.

It's a coloring book. And I'm like a toddler just scribbling everywhere. WHAT LINES.

Color isn't bad. Most people love it. Can't live without it. Color is what living is. I get it. I really do.

But now there's too many choices. I mean, have you seen that giant 120-count Crayola crayon box? It's magnificent, but how on earth is a person supposed to pick the right colors to create the right picture? I can't even decide if I want a plain or cinnamon-sugar Mall pretzel.


WHAT IS THIS METAPHOR. Sorry. I think I got carried away. As per usual. I always know it's time to stop metaphoring when I even lose myself.


I don't know. I really don't. Everyday, I learn that I know less than I thought I did the day before. It's really confidence-boosting.


I started running again though. I stopped back in May because I'm a wimp and heat makes me wilt. Already I feel better. If you haven't run down country roads through cornfields on a late-summer evening, then you should. I'm not a sappy person, but I have to tell you that it's kind of arresting. Affecting. Alleviating.

Basically it's nice. And I'm happy.


I'm excited about the crayons. The color selection is a bit intimidating, but full of potential. If I feel unnerved about something, the situation usually turns out better than I anticipated in the end. So I am optimistic.


6.26.2014

And so she MUST be a lesbian: A Disney's Frozen rant.

I was searching through old blog drafts (which is actually sort of a daunting task, considering I have over a hundred of them) and I found this. I wrote it back in January but never posted it for whatever reason. But I'm going to now. Because I re-read it and got mad all over again.




There is an overabundance of online articles (both positive and negative) trying to convince the world that Frozen is an allegory for a young women's coming-out story, and that Elsa's ice powers are a lesbian metaphor. And I, frankly, have a huge-ass problem with this.

It's actually more sexist, misogynistic and prejudice to think that Elsa is a gay woman just because she is the only Disney princess in the entire franchise to not end up with a man, than it is to be homophobic about the possibility.

Why can't she just be an independent woman? Why do people insist on labels within the first three minutes of knowing someone? Why does everything have to have a double meaning? Elsa has enough going on with her icy-hand-magic, she doesn't need you off on the sidelines deciding whether or not she likes girls or boys.

And listen, I honestly don't care if she's gay or straight. But I do care that there are people out there that think just because she's individualistic, doesn't mind being alone and doesn't marry a prince to save her from all her troubles, then, OF COURSE, that must mean she's a lesbian. Thoughts like that are insulting to all women, both gay and straight. I'm sorry, but that's the most sexist thing I've ever heard.


And it's not like this opinion is only coming from one group of people; both outraged homophobes and gay-rights advocates have this ridiculous and detrimental viewpoint. It's that type of stereotyping the LGBT community should be trying to crush, not encourage.We finally get a princess who doesn't rely on a guy to pick her up when she falls, and then we get told, "Oh yea. That's only because she likes girls." Strength comes within, people. And Elsa portrays this. I'm not going to let "progressively-thinking" bloggers who relate to Elsa or panicked Mormons change the focus.

I read an article that says it better than I could, "If we're to believe that Disney is using Elsa's power as a metaphor for the virtues of lesbianism, how do you reconcile Elsa almost killing Anna with that power when they are children? In fact, as an adult, Elsa's power almost kills a lot of people and does some real damage to a lot of innocents. A pro-gay film is not going to claim that lesbianism in any form can hurt and even kill." 

I don't agree with the tone of the whole article, (it's more of a "These are reasons why Frozen is not a pro-gay film" article instead of a "These are reasons why it's damaging to think Frozen is a pro-gay film" article) but it does make some valid points. The idea that her incredibly bizarre, isolating and potentially dangerous ice powers are a metaphor for being a lesbian is more than offensive, and the opposite of progress. The LGBT movement can actually be set back years with thinking like that.

The movie isn't about determining each character's sexual orientation. It shouldn't even matter. And if it matters to you, then you missed the whole point. It's about having to close yourself off from everything you love to protect others. It's about isolation and loss. It's about learning to let go, but also letting others in. It's about love. It's about family. She had magic ice powers, not magic lesbian powers (now, if she had magic lesbian powers, I wouldn't mind the all the speculation). This is a children's movie. It does not have a secret political agenda.

If the reasons for thinking she is gay were legitimate, I wouldn't have a problem. I mean, if you can single out a moment where you thought she really does seem like she is attracted to women, I would listen. But I've seen the movie five times and I didn't see it. And yes, I can just hear you, "But if it was a TRUE METAPHOR, you wouldn't find concrete details like that, anyway." Yea, I get that, but your answer also sounds like a giant cop-out. Because loneliness and shame aren't feelings solely reserved for the gay community.

If you have no reason for believing her to be gay other than the fact that she lives alone and doesn't end up with a man, then you have nothing.

And I'm sorry I'm stomping all over your opinions, because that's a messy place to stand, but I take this personally. Because I also live alone without a man. Does that mean that I must also be a lesbian? Yep, go ahead, label me up. Because I have magical ice powers that keep people away, too.

Why must we all be put in a box!? Why can't you just be yourself without someone judging you for it? Why do people we barely know get to determine who we are based on superficial factors? When did this become socially acceptable and okay? Always? Has this always been a thing? It's not alright with me.


I realize she's a fictional character, but the discussion is necessary. And relevant.


6.23.2014

Give it here. I'll fix it, J.R.R. Tolkien.

Twenty-one days ago I started to watch The Hobbit, and today I finished it. I guess the first thing you have to understand about me and the Lord of The Rings franchise is that we both think the other is ridiculous. That doesn't mean we don't appreciate one another. It just...we think that each other can be a little self-indulgent at times. Or all times (if you're really intelligent you may have caught the fact that I'm pretending LOTR has cognitive function so that I can soften the edge of my criticism).

It takes me weeks to finish a LOTR film; enormous amounts of rewinding, annoying pleas for explanation from those who were unfortunately chosen to watch it with me, and subtitles. We cannot forget the subtitles.

In order for me to relate to, understand and keep track of the many characters and endless plot lines, I have to make the story my own. I have to find a way to fit it within the confines of my own personal reality.

I do this by renaming the characters whose names are incoherent. And also by giving the less important characters interesting histories so that they don't feel left out.

Carina and Shelby helped me tailor each name to specifically portray each character's finer attributes.

Let's start with the original trilogy. This is just a smattering chosen from all 9,000 characters.

LOTR Family Photo Album: As Seen through the Eyes of Lex





It's funny because in order to find these pictures I had to actually use their real names in the search, and that was no easy task. Because I do not know their real names. I mean, Kevin is Kevin, Ian is Ian, and Liv Tyler will never be anyone but Liv Tyler.  



Now let's move on to The Hobbit. This will be fun because dwarves are hilarious.

Hot Fred.
 I think this one is self explanatory.



Hot George.
Slightly hotter than Fred. And it's possible Fred resents him for this, but it hasn't manifested in any real, domestic quarrel. Yet.




Muskrat.
 Lives among lesser-known species of rodents during seasons of non-dragon-hunting.




Vast Helga.
Does not know where he is. But loves indie films. And hockey.




Small Helga.
As you may notice, Small Helga is only slightly smaller than Vast Helga. This may have been an oversight when he was christened. It's confusing and unclear.
Small Helga's favorite food is salt water taffy.





Common Arthur.
Common Arthur may have contributed to the above confusion with Small Helga. Because I think, originally, he was the true Small Helga. But when it was discovered that he was far more common than someone named Helga, the Small Helga name had to go to the only other redhead.
Common Arthur is very common. He is faceless and sad.
Help us help Common Arthur.
Donations accepted.




 Whitebeard.
Has that same disease as Robin Williams in that film, Jack, where he ages prematurely. So, though he looks roughly 167 years old, Whitebeard is only 28.




Uncle Blackbeard.
Devine baker of casseroles.




Damn, we missed one.
This dwarf is special because he is utterly forgettable. I think he really likes oil paintings?



Percival Goatface.
Percival Goatface grew up in a pine tree without a family. Does not like country music or popsicles.





Starfish.
Helps braid Vast Helga's hair every morning.
It should also be mentioned that Starfish always wins 1st prize at the annual flower show for his magnificent petunias.




Dobby.
Used to be a pirate, but has traded in his hardened criminal past for a brighter future. Has recently discovered his love of theater. Catch him as Feste in Twelfth Night this summer.




I also just want to mention that my favorite character of The Hobbit is that dragon who just wants to sit in piles of gold coins for hundreds of years. Because that is hilarious. There's literally zero politics involved. He just wants to sit on coins. Amazing.


5.28.2014

"And straight on to" mourning the loss of your freedom.

So I'm going to continue this series of exploring the sexist themes of Disney movies. Because, why not? I always enjoy writing when I'm procrastinating a larger task at hand. So. Okay.


1951. Peter Pan




It's quite hard to defend accusations of Disney's blatant sexism and racism when citing this movie as an example. I mean, true, Peter Pan was originally written by J.M. Barrie, but still. We could have done without the "What Makes the Red Man Red?" song.

Wendy. I always hated Wendy, but I was wrong to. Not only was she basically a live-in servant to her brothers (I might be exaggerating) but she was brought to Neverland by the boy she had crush on to be his friends' MOTHER. Because, as a woman, that's all she's good for anyway.

Women tear each other down in this movie. It's so unhealthy. Wendy, the Mermaids, Tinker Bell and Tiger Lily are all in love with the same arrogant, misogynistic, pointy-eared creep in tights. Which would be fine if they had a reason. But they don't. He happens to be the main character, so they MUST have him. And he plays them all. Sure he's "brave," but is he really? He pulls pranks on dim-witted pirates, does that make a person courageous? Disney declares, "yes, definitely."

But we can't blame these women, entirely, for their actions.

I think Peter Pan might be a sociopath. He has death-gripping control over these women and doesn't seem to be the least bit phased by the negative consequences of his actions. He thinks himself invincible and free of all blame. Nothing and no one can touch him. Enchanting manipulation holds the girls captive and is the reason they lash out at each other instead of banding together to take Pan down.

I think we all need to question, what is pixie dust, really, and does it contain some sort of hallucinogen? If so, he wields a dangerous weapon.

I have concluded that there are very little redeeming qualities to this movie.



2.03.2014

So this is L--my only way out?

I don't know if specified in the last post, so I guess I should probably explain the whole reason why I'm even ranting about Disney characters. It's mostly because Disney has been accused of sexism (by me and many, many others) for superficial, and at best, slightly misogynistic characters and plot lines in their movies, especially the early ones. And these accusations are not unfounded for a myriad of reasons. However, being who I am, I've got to question it. All of it. So here goes.



1950. Cinderella.





Normally I am morally opposed to the I'm just going to sit here and wish that my true love will save me one day, and if he does, I will marry him at first sight and then, and only then, will my life mean something sort of themes because I find them impossibly sexist, ill-advised and insulting. However, in Cinderella's and Snow White's cases, you have to be a bit more understanding.

When it all comes down to it, these are battered women. Now, of course their abusers are actually their stepmothers and not brutish, overly-aggressive cavemen, but nonetheless, each have been terribly mistreated by people they really have no choice but to live with. It's imperative to their health and safety that they get out of these toxic environments. A complete stranger who can offer some sort of refuge definitely resides on the greener side of the fence. And, hey, he might as well be a prince.





I mean, let's look at their list of no choices:

1. Die

2. Live


You can't fault them for picking the option that includes not only less chores but potential happiness even if it is abrupt, slightly insane and rash. It's called survival.

(It's okay if you're still skeptical.)


Although Cinderella isn't the strongest role model, at least she's resourceful. And she's brave. She doesn't let her slave-driver captors ruin her spirit.



Buuuut, she is also incredibly lucky. Having the ability to make a Fairy Godmother appear out of nowhere when you most need her is a talent that few have been able to posses.


(But don't forget that Cinderella and Snow White both have weird and somewhat unhealthy relationships with animals. We still can't eliminate the very real possibility of a psych disorder in both cases.)







Snow White and the Seven Reasons You're Glad You're Not A Disney Character from 1937

(I actually don't have a list of 7 reasons, that was just supposed to be a clever title. Sorry for lying.)

I'm going to begin this post like I haven't been away from blogging for a month.

So I wrote a post a while ago (has it really been 3 years?) about Disney Princesses and how they perpetuate the patriarchal oppression that we females try so hard to stamp out (I say that like I'm some revolutionary activist instead of what I actually am, which is a sad, hypocritical 20-something perpetual student drinking sweet tea on her bed).

I actually hate that post because it's poorly written and doesn't fully express my opinion on all things Female-Disney-Characters-related. So I hope to correct that. Because I have nothing better to do.... Oh wait.


So tonight I'm going to be more critical, and also more forgiving (is that possible?). That post was sadly and weirdly outdated (why did I leave out so many characters?). We are going to talk about  ALL of the most popular female Disney characters. Not just the princesses, because, honestly, excluding the other characters just because they're not royal, makes me just as bad as the people who created them. Wow. Just call me Lorde.


(kidding)




This post would be bible-scroll-length if I tried to talk about all the characters at the same time. So we are going to split these up.

Okay. Chronologically, probably?


1937. Snow White.

I wasn't very understanding last time. But now that I've actually thought about her situation, there are a few things I want to explore. First off, this story takes place some time in the Middle Ages or shortly thereafter, right? This was a time in the world when psych medicine, along with all medicine (except for snake oil?) was nonexistent. There was no Seroquel or mental screenings. She had few resources. So, knowing this, I'm completely aware that Snow White had no way of treating or even knowing she had some sort of mental disorder.

She didn't know any better, guys. It's okay. If your brain never progressed past the mental capacity of a 5-year-old, you too would listen to the birds and decide it was okay to just walk into a small cottage full of sexually repressed, middle-aged men, and cook and clean for them. I don't begrudge her these actions. She had no way of knowing.

I mean, years of abuse can emotionally and mentally stunt a person. There's no room for growth when you fear your very existence. Maslow's hierarchy, people. (Am I getting too far into this?)

Alternatively, I've also considered that she knew exactly what she was doing, and did these things because literally anything would be better than living with a crazy witch who wanted to kill her. I mean, in the end, marrying a complete stranger, who may or may not really be a Prince (Yea, I bet you want to show her your "throne" and "big scepter", alright.) was her only way out. Resourceful, no?

So she's either suffering from disease or completely cunning. It's impossible to know without accurate medical records.





Delving into Cinderella's life and motives will also help us to understand Snow White. And that's coming soon.

Until then,


Psychotically Yours,

Lex


(there are about 32 things I should have done instead of write this)