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| when life is shifting sand, one thing that remains constant and predictable is my yearly post on the departure of my friends. as usual, i am whiny/dramatic/paralyzed, but this time, i am also hopeful. i always think that my current season of life is the most glorious until the next season comes along. old friends leave, and i try to make new ones. but new friends are never replacements. in fact, these new friendships give me a glimpse of who i presently am, and with their maturation, i am brought to the next place in life. | | |
| no need to resist just to resist. no need to be afraid of conformity.
just go with the flow. it's ok to be like everyone else.
hello, facebook. | | |
| this happened awhile ago, but have you seen pat robertson's comment on plastic surgery?
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| edit: some of you thought i was joking when i said i was allergic to exercise. but it's true. i got diagnosed this past monday with exercise-induced anaphylaxis. for more info, go here or here.
see! exercise is evil. don't do it.
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i went to the ER yesterday because of an allergic reaction (like some kind of third phase anaphylaxis?). i was covered in hives from head to toe with a swollen tongue after a leisurely run at the gym. the medical practitioners were all speculating that it was the shrimp i had in my magic wok pad thai. but i suspect otherwise. i think this is what i have, albeit with a very very small n of 2 and no formal medical training. yup, you read it right (don't snicker!): i'm allergic to running! yay, i am every couch potato's dream.
other than the fact that i can use my i-can't-go-running card, i am thankful that God is a God who provides. when i got home at 4 in a state of panic, my roommate, who normally attends class at that hour, was home, rushed me to the ER and stayed there with me for four hours to nurse me back to health! when i was at the hospital, i was thankful that the yoo of em was generous enough to provide me with health insurance so that i wouldn't have to empty bank account. and above all, i am so thankful that God saved me, not just yesterday from a potentially lethal reaction, but for eternity. | | |
| answers generally fall into two large categories: perpetrator and victim explanations. a perpetrator explanation would include such answers as, "because he feels comfortable around her," while a victim explanation would be, "because she is an easy target." but the most telling and most convincing answer i received was "cuase [sic] we feel big when we squash you down! we're bullies."
so this got me thinking that bullying (and its milder variants like teasing, messing with, making fun of, etc) is an act of gender display. boys are taught to be bullies and they bully to define, redefine and reinforce their masculinity. the typical case usually involves a male bully and a helpless female victim, and rarely do you see the converse (perhaps with the exception of marriage, but we'll save that for a later discussion). the girls who are picked on are usually the loud obnoxious ones who transgress gender norms and "act male," and the quiet demure ones are always spared. therefore, a seemingly simple act of pulling a girl's pigtail is not as simple as it seems: bullying is both gendered and gendering.
[i've thus made a private problem into a public issue.] | | |
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