To become part of gender and sex-oriented society

Sign is there between the legs, a message to people how child should be brought up. What would happen if it didn’t mean that much, that sex wouldn’t dictate how we are perceived and how we should be? Saying earlier that to be a girl is a full on crisis is exactly it, how to grow and adjust to the environment when to adjust is the most wrong thing there could be and do. Adjust and accept because one must. Firstly is the issue of where you live and what kind of atmosphere you are born to, what does your environment tell you, makes of you, lets you be, how you will end up knowing who you are and what will you be, what you should be and who to believe, what to be scared of and what life is worth, your life. To having accepted how to live when does the fun end if we are having fun in the first place.

To be an individual can be tricky. What does it even mean anymore. Young men and women on the video below which is an intro to the movie Spring Breakers 2012 by Harmoni Korine is truthful to reality of college students in the US. Both sexes are exercising roles that are heterosexual and oppressive, roles that are to be followed by students as fun but strict and fitting the idea of letting go and being young in a certain way. Equaling reckless behavior to fun where women are exposing themselves as willing pornographic wild sexual partners on beach with alcohol and drugs. Camera angles tell the story of where to look. Women line up in front of men to play blow jobs with open mouths in which men pour drinks from cans, cans posing penises. All happens on the beach, bright color swimsuits and ads, ecstatic faces and young people who want to go out of control and to be seen as such. Men are more of spectators and users of goods which women gladly offer since it is fun and there are many women instead of one. Grouping is essential of this fun, group dynamic, collective awareness of what is happening and what to do. Who will be wildest and sexiest. Do men expose themselves, do they get drinks on them like it was sperm? This scene is a collective dance of spring, ancient as it is unacceptable and blown out of proportion. Pornographic imagery is very clear as is influence of music videos. All bodies are trained to perform this act. What happens really is shaming and objectifying of women. Women willingly play cattle to be slaughtered and enjoyed, enjoyed and slaughtered. It is suicidal, destructive and dangerous, but that is obviously what they seek, what turns them on. It is one way of seeing student life and a break from studying.

http://time.com/3984218/joyce-carol-oates-marilyn-monroe/“How could such a beautiful, successful and famous young woman kill herself?””

 

Is it girlhood having a crisis?

Crises are normal part of life. Life is a continuation of crisis after crisis. In this light to speak of midlife crisis is absurd. It is as if one had waited and endured till midlife to erupt and be able to do what one desires to do and be. It is an image of people who are under control in straitjackets which they are not allowed to be stripped away from. It is an image of a world where people are not free to decide for themselves. In this image they are slaves to traditions and ideas of gone generations who do not allow new ideas of living because those ideas threat authority, way of life and the whole idea of what is seen as good, what kind of society is good. Who does this kinds of straitjacket good serve is a good question. What is accomplished by it, by militant control? Thoughts on what is good for anybody is dictated from above. In this dictatorship girls and women serve this unchangeable monolith of patriarchy and are replaceable second-class citizens, are threatened and bullied into silence, shame and intolerance without human rights. Monolith that is scared of girls and their education, their bodies and minds is a weak society. It is a tale of men who are terrified of female power.

Asking if girlhood is having a crisis is therefore funny as to me girlhood is and was a bloody crisis. To be told of entering men’s world when I am being stared at and my body being commented by adults was sheer horror. To live for amusement of others was and is the thought of the ideology of chauvinism and sexism which I resent with all my being. I feel nausea when I think of walking and being looked at and shouted at. I truly hope boys will be raised to see girls and women as equals not servants to men, not sexual objects of desire, but thinking and feeling persons, makers of lives of their own. To be a girl in a world where perfection is seen via male perspective, body and what a man can do bring feelings of powerlessness and fear. Yes girls are small and they are easy to rule which makes the having and making of girl brides seem pathetic and sadistic. Those who wish to have children to rape are moronic criminals and brutes, sadists who see evil in children and not in themselves. World where children are subjugated moronic criminals and brutes has a bloody future.

http://www.reproductiverights.org/feature/fighting-for-girlhood?s_src=16SOC0815&s_subsrc=datasync&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter&utm_campaign=16SOC0815“Stopping the continuum of harm that is triggered by early marriage is only possible when governments fully implement laws and policies that prohibit child marriage, and when women are aware of their rights and empowered to make decisions about marriage,” says Upreti.”

How old, what is the time, when.

Took pictures of wedding dresses on flea market window. They were anonymous without the woman who had worn them. There is something peculiar about white wedding dresses that is a theatrical play. It is as if it is a reminder of a tradition that is gone and buried but kept alive for the sake of promised princess days for all women who wish to be princesses for one day. Somehow very strange since there were many of those dresses hanging in the window with more or less lace and padding of some sort, layers hanging like ghosts, curtains, mystery bodies of dreams and fantasies in plain cubic environment of block elements with little vegetation growing from cracks of asphalt. Poetic in non poetic.
When every day is meaningful how should we think about time and aging as we are bound to having limited time, limited energy and just being limited and jailed because of many reasons that have to do with age, body and time? Is meaningfulness connected to sense of time and decay which we feel when we age, when we are too old, too young. When is a normal age to do anything and feel something about age of one? And why those wedding dresses appear old? Must be the flea market effect.

 

Merkityksellinen sisältö: tarinallisuuden omituisuus ja lööperi.

Merkityksellinen sisältö ja sen tärkeyden painottaminen medialle sopivalla tavalla innostavasti kuulostaa mediakonsultoinnin peruskauralta, juuri sellaiselta jolla ei ole tarkoitus olla kovin suurta sisällöllistä merkitystä, mikä on tietysti ristiriitaista eli monesti raapaistaan sisällön pintaa, koska pinta on jostakin syystä riittävä tuloksen aikaansaamiseksi. Siis tulos on merkitys joka on tehtävä. Siinä onkin nykyisen sisällöntuotannon ongelmakohta eli ohut sisältö, ohut tarkoitus, tarkoitus jonka ei ole tarkoitus olla monimuotoisen sisältörikasta vaan rikkaus on pinnassa, tuloksen tekemisen haaveessa, kuinka asiat esitetään ja saadaan aikaiseksi. Kuinka esitämme asiamme on itsessään merkityksellinen tässä ympäristössä ja tässä päivässä asia joka on tärkeä on ulkokuori ja näennäisyys. Uskomme sitä jonka kuori ja tapa puhua on mittojemme mukaan kunnossa. Hyvä esimerkki on Steve Jobs ja kuinka hänen luomaansa brändiä ihannoidaan, hänen tapaansa esittää apinoidaan. Imitoiminen vaikuttaisi olevan business-maailman tapa toimia, ainakin mitä teknologiayrityksiin tulee. Aina tulee uusi ja uusi, merkitys ja tarkoitus ei muutu, en tiedä tuleeko uutta sisältöä sen enempää vaikka tavaravuori kasvaa. Mikä kenellekin on merkityksellistä onkin kiinnostavaa, sisältöä jonka voi omistaa, jonka takana voi seistä ja jonka haluaa jakaa, voidaan kysyä. Onko oman itsen ulkopuolella merkityksellistä elämää. Miten merkityksellistä sitä jotakin jota etsimme lähtisi purkamaan koska merkitys, merkityksellisyys on eräänlainen itsestäänselvyys jota oletamme maailmassa olevan ja elämän olevan merkityksellinen itsenään. Tämä päivä on merkityksellinen ilman suurta showta, ilman että postaan siitä kuvan. Kysymyksen voi asettaa niin että kuka luo merkityksellisyyden, jonka usea voi kokea tärkeäksi ja miksi merkityksellinen on saanut merkityksensä usealle? Se jonka moni nykyään kokee merkitykselliseksi on jakaminen ja verkostoituminen. Millä tavalla asiat joita jaamme ovat tärkeitä ja kenelle merkityksen aura avautuu saati verkostot. Muovirasia on merkityksellinen ja ajaa asiansa näppäränä astiana jossa on kansi ja jonka voi taas laittaa muovipussiin ja sitä kautta roskiin. Muovin suojaava ja läpinäkyvä ominaisuus nähtävästi viehättää nykymarkkinoijia ja myyjiä, kuten myös ostajia. Ostamme muodon, olemuksen, jatkeen kädellemme ja persoonallemme, eräänlaisen sarjakuvatodellisuuden joka on melko edullinen, mutta toisaalta todella hintava. Kuinka moni kyseenalaistaa pakkaukset jotka meidän on välttämättä sisällön saadaksemme hankittava kuin kylkiäisinä. Kun ostan kasviksia paljon ihmettelen muovipakkausten ylivaltaa ja kuinka vähän niistä on puhetta, nimittäin muoviroskan määrästä jonka tuotamme. Pakkausten tarinallisuus ja sisällöntuotanto pakkauksina on todellinen myyntitarina. Outoa on ostaa porkkanoita, sipuleita ja parsakaalia muovipaketeissa aivan kuin muovi olisi lupaus puhtaudesta ja koskemattomuudesta. Hämmentävää ja hajutonta, hymyileviä kirsikkatomaatteja ilman ajatusta mistä ne tulevat, ne vain hymyilevät ja haluavat tulla ostetuiksi. Auringossa kasvaneita.

Koska haemme elämään merkityksellistä sisältöä yhä vain, olemme oiva markkina. Ahne ja mukavuudenhaluinen. Ihmiset jotka eivät ole sisällöstä kiinnostuneita, eivät osta. Sisällön tuottamisen pakkomielle aavistuksen kuulostaa epätoivoiselta ja loppuunkuluneelta, mutta koska jotakin on tehtävä ja oltava, on myytävä, on keksittävä jotakin joka myy, joka viihdyttää ja hauskuuttaa. Viimeisen päälle suunniteltu muovirasia on juuri sellainen aurinkoisine kuvineen, se hauskuuttaa. Kenties kasvikset on myytävä nykyään iloisissa paketeissa kun osa kansasta ilmeisesti karsastaa vihanneksia. Mediamyyjälle ja konsultille tarina on markkinointiväline johon asiakas voi identifioitua ja jonka hän voi ottaa omakseen. Ongelmallista on kun tarinallisuus ja painoarvo jota pitäisi olla, on kevyttä, todella lightia. Siksipä pohdin että mikä on tuo kaivattu sisältö ja millainen sisältö on arvokasta? Kysyisin myös kuinka sisältö arvotetaan eli mitä sisältö antaa ja mitä sillä saavutetaan? Mikä ajatus aikaansaa merkityksellisyyden jolla on oikeasti merkitystä eli pitempi aikainen jatkumo ja tarina jolla on juuret, ydin ja tarkoitus muukin kuin myynnin turvaaminen.

Näin mediasta tulee taas bisnes – Journalismin viisi mahdollisuutta
http://www.marmai.fi/blogit/vierasblogi/nain%20mediasta%20tulee%20taas%20bisnes%20%20journalismin%20viisi%20mahdollisuutta/a2317292?utm_source=emaileri&utm_medium=Email

 

What is respect? Who gets it? Is it when you get something from someone then you can respect that person who gave you something? Respect as giving returns.

We understand differently what is respect, right? Since it is obvious for some it falls on the lap and some have to earn it, some never gain respect. As it seems all people are not respected equally then what is respect? It has become to mean a difference between classes, age, wealth and gender. What do we have respect for there are our values. Our appreciation to something is a direct reflection of our world around and what we are accustomed to value and respect. What we loath and make distance to. It can be very unconscious, yet very much unquestioned method and view via liking, loving, disliking and hating. It is quite amazing how much without thinking such emotional and irrational choices get made. We like to think respect is good manners and taking into consideration that one is not alone in this world. That guideline is good basic idea of civilized mutual respect, to not cause hurt, awkward moments. There may come a point when those so-called good manners fail and they are nothing but theater with not much meaning but to keep something going on without change.

A void: Twinkle twinkle little star in this given space of cold.

There stars and then there are stars far, close, inside, invisible, barely visible, new and old, hidden and exposed, exploded and beautiful.

Something personal, painful and bloody which menstruation perfectly correlates and stands for as image of a girl who has to stitch herself up over and over again. Pain and blood which repeatedly appear every month just as bloody and painful as if her body was against her, hates her, is disgusted by her and wants to get rid off her. Pieces of her that have written text on which she did not write but gets written nevertheless, cannot be erased as they are the same for all who look at her, with the same meaning of what this piece of meat is. The text is not hers, not her idea, pieces are hers and make her, somehow still are loose and fall apart. She falls apart very young and tries to do her best to stay whole, as a whole person, grow to be sane in insanity. How does one stay whole when such strength is deemed impossible for her. Her weakness is her sex, her whore gender. The void around her from where air has run out. She cannot be ugly because she will be shamed for not looking acceptable, she cannot be too beautiful because she will attract attention that is shameful, she will be too much for other girls to take and tolerate, she cannot be poor because she does not have what money can buy. She is shamed all the same. Her menstruation is a shame. That it is a flood which is laughable and has to be hidden as a secret. Her vagina is funny. She should be a little bunny.

Women who do not fit the category given to them. Could be also said people who do not fit in and there are many.

What is to fit in,; in what do we need to fit in? In highly controlled societies to my experience mental illness, out-of-order behavior, oddness scare people and bring out feelings of contempt. Such oddities must be cleaned away for them not to influence and inflict disorder and issues too demanding to handle and face. It has been a great disappointment and constant topic of surprise to find out over and over again the relic of disgust against those who do not fit in. For many just being an artist is a case of severe mental imbalance and distancing begins to we and them. This happens inside art and out of the so-called scene which itself is highly disturbing dilemma in modern society, dilemma of why there is an entity of art world that delusional protects space of its own, note space of its own ideology. We surely know what does that resemble of. Is she ok, is she presentable, is she good and so forth: Can she be a seriously taken artist, respect? Obviously good is something that is strictly defined and those who are wed to know what is good know without saying anything, without thinking what good is, could be and of course what is bad.
Personal experience here is important. It is actually all from which to grow.
I have an experience of being abandoned. Abandonment is the sole experience of mine that is the biggest and happens over and over again. Something I cannot understand but have to try because of the repetition. There is something wrong in me, with me is the message and I have to hate myself for those reasons. To hate myself is to abandon myself. When hate turns against oneself one begins to get ill. Because of what I look like, because of my gender, because of the things I choose to do, choose to be and say there are very peculiar hateful responses that put me in place of different, of not belonging which equal the experience of everything that is ill in society not in me. Being a wrong kind of person is in me the illness of society, in me, but nothing in everybody else. It is strange to be the only one to bear a burden of existing as different. Lunacy there is in display. It is that one person has to be isolated because she is a threat on many levels. One striking occasion for me personally, one of many was when I was about sixteen and I was going out with my friends to a disco. I put on little make-up which I rarely did and a tight black long dress. I was not told directly that I look too beautiful to fit in that dress, to that punch of friends, to be approved of as beautiful. I was let to understand with innuendos and left alone at the disco. What I did was wrong because my looks must not be celebrated, not to be put in front and I could not be striking. Nothing and no one should strike out but to blend in. I could not celebrate myself. My appearance has been a burden for the reason of the striking difference and attention it brings. The moment of being left alone was a complete wake up and the silence has been and was a tale of all that is negative, disapproval and that I should not be any different. Me to speak of my appearance is itself banned topic since it is to celebrate myself and that I cannot do. We have nothing but a world full of examples where women are to blame for their bodies and their looks and they are punished for being women.
Scissor Sisters – Any Which Way

http://rabble.ca/books/reviews/2015/07/probing-psychiatry-and-business-madness?utm_content=buffer2454f&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=bufferYou give a very comprehensive history of the origins of psychiatry. And of course, historically, women were often psychiatrized for behaving in certain ways…or just existing in the world, right?

Women were psychiatrized either for stereotypically being women, or for veering too far from the stereotypes. Either one. As for what’s happening now, today, there is no question that there are stereotypical women’s diseases — e.g., ”borderline personality disorder” — and there is no question that women are way more likely to end up being given a ”disorder” than a man, also to be given more serious ones.”