feminism

Drunken sunken

| Henna Timanttimetsä
Problem in the use of alcohol lies for one in the awkwardness of drunken behavior that occurs for men and women in many ways and can cause inescapable trouble. It is mostly fun to be drunk, funny, enjoyable and ridiculous. It is that women should not be drunk in public. I think nor should men. It is possible behavior changes from horrid to disastrous, violent and teary. Personality gets groovy with enough alcohol, atmosphere can get groovier. The unfortunate thing is that it is easy to rape a drunken woman, treat her badly like she is a target because she is unable to behave rationally and she looks ridiculous and is vulnerable. And she is stupid enough to be drunk. As rules that apply in everyday would not matter in a situation of intoxication.
Alcohol is not suitable for anybody to use to be drunk often. It is not good for you. Women tolerate it less than men. In this country alcoholism is a nonstop problem. To me it seems it is a norm in Finnish culture. People who use alcohol and are seen drunk often are looked down on. It is not seen as self-medication or anaesthetic but losing a grip of life. Alcoholics are seen as weak problematic fools who have lost control over their lives. Behind all that drinking is emotional trauma of which one cannot get over on one’s own.

We have an ideology of self-help and survival of the fittest. Help yourself up or end up in gutter maybe you deserve what you get. It is strength not to speak of your problems and it  is unbearably difficult to seek professional help. As it was after the wars in Finland people were left alone to survive the traumas caused. How did they survive? One survives when there is no other possibility with tools that are there. I think some results of our survival are with us as depression, suicides and alcoholism prevail. For men it can be a show off for a while to be a drunken hero, and for young people it is more about having fun than drowning sorrows and angst. But it does not take your problems away, it makes them bigger.

As much as Finland is dear to me our drinking culture and unspeakable silence are things I do not wish to continue. It is frightening to begin to open and solve the mess inside but once you do you will be amazed how it changes you.

Dynamics of a community

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In which gossip spreads in a manner of horrible ease without questioning the origin of the information or truth or why such gossip exists and is told forward for reasons one can only guess. Where a person can be put down and smacked around, humiliated in a way that reminds me of many historical events that have put down millions of people who were considered second rate non-humans without intellect or any capabilities or human worth whatsoever. What kind of value does this community have to society and in what kind of society such group of people can successfully practice their ideology, philosophy, work, and whatever the fuck is that they do.

Please professionals answer to my questions. This is very important, because grounds of what you do are crumbling. I really do not have any faith in what you do if I ever did because my way in the arts has been lightly put peculiar. Is it the benefit of all humans or just yourselves only. Let me know. It has been a pleasure to know you.

That fucking prick owes me some money.

How do we put emotions forward?

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To educate one’s emotional intellect is something all could start practicing. Facing anything bad is a daily nonstop act that somehow have to be tolerated, because ill is a norm of human behavior. I am interested in the concepts of time such as constant, instant and immediate, a moment that passed, that is now, was, what is coming and what we might feel in a moment, in a flash, suddenly and when we wonder what happened and what one felt and why. What did it make one do. What made one feel the way one did and what kind of reaction that feeling caused, feelings given, feelings felt, ignored, unspoken, but never unimportant. How much people around are aware of emotions passers-by have? Do they have emotional faces, postures, way to walk and talk. We are very sensitive what comes to receiving emotional messages, that is a hypersensitive non-verbal communication and message is instant and can be misinterpreted. Our emotional giveaway is interpreted all the time.
Mostly what I wonder is how it is so easy to respond to negative message than it is to positive. Positive is taken for granted and can be seen as weakness. Rudeness is a kind of sign of strength. True strength is to respond with kindness to someone who is unkind.

http://www.unh.edu/emotional_intelligence/ei%20What%20is%20EI/ei%20definition.htm
”Emotion. In this model, emotion refers to a feeling state (including physiological responses and cognitions) that conveys information about relationships. For example, happiness is a feeling state that also conveys information about relationships — typically, that one would like to join with others. Similarly, fear is a feeling state that corresponds to a relationship — the urge to flee others.”

 

Woman’s body was found, girl’s body was found

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imagening a walk

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The thought that violence solves something prevails. Violence on the internet, in the news, in Europe and in the Middle East. Are there things that combine all the on going slaughter?

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Violence does make a clear statement. To use violence is a competition of who will win. Battle that can take a lot of lives, dollars, destroyed cities and energy that could be used more wisely if man was wise, history that will be not be forgotten. That hurt brings justice, puts people in their place and gives satisfaction of revenge and power is a dead end. It has proved itself that violence brings more violence. Some people like it that way. It is provoking way to live, beg for it, to fight like it was the meaning of existence and some kind of destiny that repeats itself no matter what the circumstances, platforms, dilemmas and arms. Now is the golden age of arms dealers. It has been so many decades and to manufacture most imaginable artillery and machinery to kill is a substantial employer and money making strategy that has no limit in the horizon. There is no stop to it unless someone stops it, this madness. Regulation of arms sales is difficult, almost impossible. Someone has to be a person who runs a state and decide how it is run. Protect it. It is protected with arms. Leader as a dictator and as a head of state has power to decide whether the state attacks, invades, oppresses or violates people anywhere. Reasons to attack seem distant until it happens.
Thought that violence would do anything to make things better in the future and good for any nation is an idea of man that cannot live with what he has got, cannot forgive and let go of hurt, does not want his people to thrive but wants to create a power nation. Mental and physical violence are constant and threatening even to people who read the news somewhere of what is happening over there in Ukraine, Sudan, Eritrea, Egypt, Russia, Afghanistan etc. that violence would ease a pain caused, bring a stable and powerful state, keep people as they are wanted to be, obedient and silent. By using force over anything is a weird thought, that destruction would give power, be a win. Retaliation to bring peace, democracy, equality and respectability. It seems so that religious fanatics cause the most wars, religious fundamentalism, disagreements between religious tribes and camps, religious rights, who has the right to kill in the name of God and what kind of God allows killing in his or her name. Are those war-loving Gods men themselves, bearded and muscular, righteous, ancient and angry. Never giving in nor changing. God that wants us to live the ancient times over and over.

Flesh market, market of flesh after something

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Ok, first my personal experience of growing up to be self-evidently a woman was that womanhood is a kind of fullness and dirtiness of sexuality in men’s world for men, not for herself, nor that the world would be for me or her, that female body is at every response and dimension laughable and for someone else to hold and look at. What makes that of me, made me and what did it make me think of me and of the world? Femininity makes people grin, idea of feminine woman is that she is after something, something that she cannot have without having her assets pushed in front. To see female breasts and other parts of female body brings a strange immediate chain of thoughts and again a repetition of grand sexism with laughter. It is without exception the case the ridicule of what a girl is about to be, the ridicule of what she might want, want to be and why she wants, what would she might want. Because of my body parts there cannot be a brain worth mentioning was the only thought and has been somehow a solid statement despite whatever I did, the issue by what I am defined by others, it would not change nor go away no matter what I did. No evidence would change the woman in me, who is half the man doomed to be jailed and diminished because she is a curse and a menace. Incapable.
As I think of this it is a pretty powerful image of womanhood exactly because the reverse upside down image I have been forced into, because of the black and white in which one is either good or bad man or woman. She is so powerful and mighty that she is feared and has to be harnessed and silenced since she was a little girl. What she might be is already as a thought too much to take.
“Whenever black women own their sense of sexuality and it appears to not be controlled by the hetero-male gaze, the whole world gets into a tizzy,”Feministing writer Mychal Denzel Smith wrote. He continued, “If black women aren’t allowed to own their sexuality, then who does it belong to?”
http://jezebel.com/behind-every-bullied-woman-is-a-man-yelling-about-free-1629502544/+morninggloria
”In the pursuit of some elusive, undefined web ideal, women’s mental and physical safety is (and always has been) an afterthought.”

How many times do clichés live? Usefulness of banalities.

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fell down from 34th floor

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”The following day, she was found dead on the roof of the delicatessen, 33 floors below an open window of their apartment, her body having hit the surface so hard that her head left an imprint. Even her death echoed her art.”
 
Faith of a woman, destiny of hers is to be immortalized as beautiful statuette, a silhouette with dimension of mystery, timelessness, body, hair and skin. Placed not taking place nor position other than what is given to her only in terms of her outer qualities and where she comes from. Who is she and will she know herself? It can be tragic to be a woman especially if one is alone. It is a game we must play.