Hillary Plays with the Doll House, Bernie Plays with the LEGOs

By Theia.

My sister likes playing with her doll house. The house itself is a very old an antique and very pretty. My sister has spent years filling up each room of the doll house. At this point nearly all the rooms have been fully furnished, down to the last spoon in the kitchen. All the people for the doll house have an elaborate story too. They all have a certain role in the dollhouse and have specific relationships with the other people in the house and my sister is very good at maneuvering through all these built stories. My sister uses all of her allowance to fill up her dollhouse. A couple times she got in trouble for abusing her allowance money to get certain items. In the end, she has a beautiful doll house she’s worked really hard one. There’s only one room left she needs to build…

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I Love the Pope too, but…

By Grace O’Malley. 

In her post “Finally Understanding ‘Alleluia’” Theia echoed the sentiments of many American Catholics since the election of Pope Francis. “Liberal Catholics,” she wrote, “our time has come.”

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And yes, she is right. The fact that we have a Pope even noting social inequality is nothing short of revolutionary. It is a breath of fresh air for liberal Catholics who have disassociated their faith from the Church as institution. That he is addressing climate change, poverty, and mass incarceration is fantastic. The fact that he is incredibly humble is awesome.

But sometimes I have trouble jumping on the Pope-adoring bandwagon. I think that if I could look at him simply as an international figurehead who has moral authority, or maybe if he were Lutheran or Jewish or Buddhist or Muslim, I’d be on board in an instant. How can you not?

Yes, of course we need more people to be advocates for the poor! Yes, we need to do something about climate change! Yes, we need to talk about the prison system! Yes, we need more people urging us to take action on social justice issues! Yes, Yes, Yes.

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On Growing Up: ‘childhood’ is a better word than ‘girlhood’

By Grace O’Malley. 

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In a conversation with my uncle last week, I mentioned off-handedly that I had heard about “gender-neutral” preschools in Sweden. At these preschools, the staff avoid using the pronouns “he” and “she” and instead use “friend” to address and refer to all preschoolers. With the goal of freeing children from societal expectations based on gender, they try to avoid books and toys that present or reinforce traditional gender roles. It was pretty cool, huh? I said. My uncle scoffed at the idea, and at me.

“That seems so unnecessary. Unless you have some sort of gender identity disorder, I just don’t see the point of that,” he remarked.

His comment shocked me on many levels. First of all, his understanding was that there were only a few, and a very rare few, strange cases of individuals who do not fit the categories of Male and Female. Now I’m wasn’t qualified to argue biology with him, but he missed the part about the social expectations and traditional roles that are attached to the Male/Female binary and taught to children at a very young age. I was also shocked because he overlooked the fact that I had grown up hardly knowing I was a girl.

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Gender Equal Road Trip?

By Theia. 

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I was just recently on a road trip, and Eric’s car was a manual. “I can drive stick! Please let me drive your car.” Out of the five people in the station wagon, only Eric, Chris, and I knew how to drive manual. Chris got to drive Eric’s car and I didn’t. Instead I got to sit in the worst spot possible. Yes, that middle seat that is shaped like a camel’s hump with no leg room. But I sit there because I have the shortest legs, so since my legs are 10% shorter than the tallest person’s legs, it’s 10% less painful for me to sit bitch for eight hours.

Once again, a woman’s body was valued over her skill.

Only once have I been on a road trip with just women. We rotated drivers every four hours, and we rotated seats so no one had to sit in the seat-that-should-not-be-a-seat the entire ride. This already makes this the best road trip I have ever been on, and that does not even add to the fact that we talked about hook-ups, first kisses, and so much more entertaining topics than what was on ESPN two weeks ago. Plus, the music was superb. This made me realize that in my experience women are more willing to share the spot of driving than men are. They are also more empathetic and offer to sit bitch (Eric and Chris never sat in the middle back seat, even though all the women did). Women not only trust other women to drive their car, but they trust other men as well (even though adolescent males have the highest car insurance rates). To me, that’s equality.

Maybe this is What Men Feel Like When They Watch the NFL

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The day before Super Bowl Sunday, I asked my brother, in my mind an expert and authority on most sports, to give me a thirty second run down on the game. Which teams were playing, who were their best players, interesting stories about players, etc.

When he started explaining to me, it became very apparent very quickly that not only did I know nothing, but I couldn’t care less about professional football. My brother looked at me quizzically, and said, “You know, it surprises me, that you don’t get into sports more. You are so competitive and you love sports. But you never watch professional sports.”

I lulled that one over for a moment, just as perplexed as he was.

“Hmm, I guess you’re right,” I told him.

I’d spend my whole life running around and playing all kinds of sports, and I loved going to any sporting event at my high school or college was playing in. But why didn’t I care about the ones on TV?

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Girl Genius: Where is She?

I was pumped when Big Hero 6 came out because the main character was like me: half-white and half-Asian. The movie is about a 14 year old genius who teams up with friends to create a super hero force to combat the mysterious villain in San Frantokyo. Like any good Disney animation film, the movie is filled with laugher, tears, suspense, and lessons about family. “The only thing that would make this my favorite movie ever,” I thought, “was if the protagonist was a half Asian girl” This thought made me realize that beyond the lack of half-Asian protagonists in mainstream Hollywood movies, there is a major lack in the girl genius archetype.

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