Social Standards

Pride For Sale

People are becoming more dependent on others to make products that improve their lives. At first it was kitchen appliances like toasters for sliced bread and television sets for family entertainment at the home. Now it’s cell phones that can do everything your computer can do, except be easily mobile without constantly being plugged into an electric outlet. These products are made by other people run by big small and/or large companies. In “Kate and Leopold” the character Leopold finds himself in the present future (of the movie release in 2001). He observes the modern kitchen and remarks on a toaster that he assumed the apartment owner had made himself. When the man from the present tells Leopold that it was purchased from someone else, Leopold sneers in distaste for the thought that the inventor would sell his creation like that.

In Leopold’s time, the inventors had more pride. They kept to themselves mostly along with the inventions they created. Leopold could only see the inventor being the one to benefit with toasted bread, not the whole country.

There are inventions like the elevator, bridges, dams, that cannot be helped but be shared with people. Ideas like these spread. These help with travel and transportation. It really helps everyone despite what Leopold’s says about sharing inventions like the toaster. Although, I understand. There’s pride in an invention. Selling it to him is like selling a part of yourself. That part being your pride.

I don’t have anything against buying products from companies. Its just that almost everything I own is made by a small and/or large company. I have no part in how these products are made. I have some handmade art from local artists that they sold for a price. I wonder, where has our pride gone? Do we really want machine-made products purposed for mass production or do we want one-of-a-kind products specially created by the artist? At least for the latter, we could see the pride through the artists eyes when the item is sold to us. It’s more intimate than know a machine made a product on in a single step along an assembly line of other steps in a system to merely produce a product in the end result.

I hope to find more of my pride this year. Also, I hope that if anything I post moves someone, that they would share it and/or give credit to the blog. Plagiarism is distasteful to me or any writer. It lacks pride. If you call someone else’s expression of words your own without getting caught, it says something about your own integrity and how much you care about it…I’ve steered away with a slight tangin, but that little part is still about pride, specifically my pride, and risk of sharing my thoughts in posts of this blog. Again, I encourage sharing anything that rings true with you. If it inspires you to write your own ideas, then wonderful. Art is supposed to express an artist’s thoughts and feelings and inspire the thoughts and feelings of others. Just remember to do it with a little more pride than our modern society inspires.

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Love, Social Standards

Love Is In The Air

Sex education in fifth grade, seventh grade, and in high school never bothered me. A female teacher would lead the girls into a classroom to explain what goes on from their point of view while a male teacher would lead the guys into another classroom to do the same.

After one of these talks the girls would avert their eyes when they passed by the guys in the hallways and the guys would do the same. Not me. I was the exception to all their sex talk. They purposely forgot to include me.

By the seventh grade I had already been with other girls. It wasn’t anything magical until high school, but I was still having relations. I didn’t really need a sex talk because there were no condoms or diaphragms involved (even though some people say diaphragms could still help things be more safe).

I would have argued that my school should have included me, but once you find out a little more about my school you would see why they didn’t. I went to a private Christian school. I know Christians who accept same-sex relationships, but this school as a whole, did not.

I was getting my sex education from other girls from public schools. The funny thing about wanting to know something that your school doesn’t have the means to teach you, you can always learn it somewhere else. Honestly, I think sex education should include toys too. If school is meant to prepare us for adult life, I think the toys should be included.

Somewhere along the line, a person is going to want to know these things. If we are sheltered, then we might miss something that might have helped in the long run. I’ve heard of many stories of someone in a marriage “coming out” as being interested in same sex. What if they could have avoided all those years by having schools be “real” to their students.

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Love

She Will Never Know

I overheard a person’s conversation with another person a few years ago. She was talking about her sister-in-law who was gallivanting from places in California to Hawaii. She had been sleeping with women. This is where the person telling the story stops to make a comment, “She will never know the love of a man”. Then she continued to say whatever else she was going to say about the story. I didn’t listen any longer because my mind was shocked.

If we use this person’s logic and put it up against other similar situations, we can see how silly her comment was. A white man loves a white girl. He will never know the love of an asian woman. Perhaps, a black man loves a hispanic woman. He will never know the love of a black woman. Do you see how silly the original comment is? There are so many people a person can love that saying one person (man or woman) is missing out because they don’t love a certain type a person (a man in the story’s case) is outrageous.

I don’t know how in 2013 people can still meddle in someone else affairs about who they love and what they will miss out on our mess up if they continue to love whom they love. No one will understand why two people love each other as much as the two people involved. Why waste the time and energy to keep two lovers apart when it’s no one else’s business. I think people are bored with their clean-cut lives and need to tear someone else’s lives.

I went on a slight tangent there. Some people make the silliest comments in their conversations with their friends. Most of these comments are about people they know, people they have talked to, people they see at family gatherings. To think that they say judgmental comments like that behind their back is beyond me. Usually when someone is being obnoxious I tell it to their face. If you or someone you know are making these kinds of comments, just quit it already. Move on and get on with your own life.

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