Sunday, January 6, 2013

"Save the Tatas"

     Let me start off this blog post by saying this; I HATE cancer. Kidney cancer/lymphoma took away my Grandpa McGee. Breast cancer still affects my Grandma Gratton to this day...she has to pump her arm every day (though she's thankfully in remission). Cancer is stupid and I wish it didn't exist, because it makes everything harder.

     That being said...

     I absolutely cannot stand the "Save the Tatas" campaign for breast cancer awareness. Whenever I see photos like this,



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or whenever I see someone wearing a similar shirt/bracelet/whatever, it ticks me off to no end. It's sexualization of Breast Cancer awareness.

     The frustrating thing about the “Save the Boobies" campaign (and similar things like the “Booberday” meme going around) is that they get it exactly backwards. Often, the point of breast cancer treatment is to destroy some or all of the boobies in order to save the woman.

     Saying that we should work to cure this disease because it threatens breasts is really upsetting to me. For starters, it suggests that women are worth saving only because they’re attached to breasts, rather than the other way around. But worse, it tells any woman who’s had a mastectomy to try to save her life that she’s lost the thing that made people care about her survival.

     What a freaking punch in the stomach.

     So yes. I'm all for the attempted message behind this campaign, but seriously. I'm not a fan.

Love and Rockets,
Marisa<3

Thursday, October 4, 2012

America the "Beautiful"

Hello, lovelies. c: This is a paper I had to write for my English class. Hope you enjoy it. <3

America the "Beautiful"


        America today is made up of a very interesting society. We have come extremely far in our 231 years of being a living and thriving country, and we have much to show for our hard work. That being said, I believe that Americans have shifted their views and attention and have given them to something else. It’s safe to say that Americans today are obsessed with image. We have directed our energy and focus to our body image, how physically attractive we are, and what possessions we own; and, as a result, we've let those things dictate the image we have readily set up for everyone else.
A major role in America’s image problem is the whole “fat vs. skinny” phenomenon. There are innumerable people on both sides of the argument with what they believe to be concrete evidence as to why one is better than the other; however, it is clearly evident that America favors tinier people over larger people. Almost every time you turn on the television, you get bombarded by commercials and advertisements for the newest and “most effective” diet fads. Countless magazine covers are plastered with photoshopped images of unrealistically skinny actresses and models, broadcasting things like, “How I Got Thin in Just 30 Days,” “How to Lose 20 Pounds in 8 Weeks,”  “Get Flat Sexy Abs,” or, “Get a Bikini Body Now!” Dozens upon dozens of fad diets are advertised daily, and dozens more are being created all the time. Shows like The Biggest Loser, America’s Next Top Model, and Fat Actress all feed America’s obsession with weight and weightloss. America is so obsessed with weight that it’s taking a toll on how we go about attaining a certain body image. Eating disorders are more prevalent in America’s society today than ever before. People are so obsessed with being thin that they’re willing to deprive themselves of what their bodies need to survive in order to attain weightloss. According to the National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Disorders, Inc. (ANAD), 95% of those with eating disorders are between the ages of 12 and 25 years old; the ideal age producers have in mind when marketing weight or weightloss products. The fear of being fat has gripped America tightly, and it shows little signs of easing up any time soon.
Another obsessive American mentality is that looks are everything. From the way we look to the way we dress, it’s all about how we present ourselves and whether or not it’s socially acceptable. The same magazines that advertise diets and weightloss also advertise things like, “Best Beauty Buys,” “201 Celebrity Cuts and Styles to Try Now,” “Wake Up Gorgeous; How to Turn Sleep into Beauty Rest,” and, “Anti-Aging Secrets That Nobody Tells You.” Additionally, plastic surgery has made its way into American culture. The website http://breastimplantinfo.org/ states that in 2003, more than 223,000 cosmetic procedures were performed on patients 18 years old and younger. 39,000 of those procedures were ones like liposuction, nose reshaping, tummy tucks, and breast augmentation. It wasn’t even until December of 2004 that the American Society of Plastic Surgeons took an official stand against performing breast augmentations on patients younger than 18, yet the overwhelming desire for physical attractiveness is more established in today’s youth than ever.
Countless advertisements for hair and makeup products are thrust upon America’s youth through the media every single day, and no one thinks anything of it. The central purpose of these advertisements revolves around the pressure to be physically pretty and perfect all the time. If your hair isn’t shiny or luscious enough, you’re considered sloppy. If your makeup isn’t a certain way, you’re passed off as if you don’t care about your appearance. If you try this product or that product, you’ll be more beautiful. The list could go on and on. America is so sold on the idea that beauty is objective that we can’t stop to appreciate that physical beauty is only skin deep. The idea that people have to be perfect and all together all the time has taken over our mentality, and as a result, true beauty has no room to grow.
Finally, America’s obsession with image branches off into the things we possess, such as accessories, technology, and clothing. According to America’s culture, how you’re dressed evidently gives off an image of who you are as a person, so people tend to dress themselves according to how they want to be perceived. Endless television commercials succeed in enticing and convincing people, Americans especially, as to which types of clothing are “in” these days. Consequently, fads pop up and die down rather quickly in American culture. What was “in” last month could be completely out of fashion by next week, and people buy into it because they don’t want to give off the image that they don’t care about what they look like.
Similarly, what accessories we own, namely women, can alter people’s perception of us. Name brand handbags like Vera Bradley, Coach, or Louis Vuitton seem to be popular favorites among women nowadays, and if you don’t own any or all of the aforementioned, you’re deemed as socially unacceptable. Other accessories like Tiffany jewelry, Rolex watches, Sperry Bahama boat shoes (Sperry’s), Victoria’s Secret yoga pants, and TOMS shoes have all become statement pieces in American society’s image of what’s “in.” I will admit to owning a couple of those things, but not because they’re what everyone else is wearing.
Technology also plays a significant role in how we are viewed in American society. It seems to most people that if you don’t own a MacBook Pro, you’re technologically impaired. Don’t get me wrong, technology has been a wonderful blessing; however, people, specifically younger people, have grown to be both obsessed and dependent on it. Nearly everyone in America is involved with some sort of social media, whether it’s Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or countless other media sites. People put their whole lives on the internet, or rather, what they want others to believe is their life. Technology has changed the way people view their lives, and sometimes, though they’re not likely to admit it, their image of someone else is based on the technology they have and how they use it. For instance, it seems like Apple has been coming out with new products as soon as they update the old ones. They just recently released the iPhone 5, which according to some people, is similar to the iPhone 4. People buy it anyways because it’s the “cool” thing to do. As Americans, we are regrettably defined by the technology we possess; however, for some people, it is perfectly fine with them.
Though we have come far as a society, Americans are admittedly obsessed with image. How we believe we are perceived by others plays a pretty significant role in how we choose to represent ourselves. Whether it’s through body image, how physically attractive we are, or the things that we possess, image is something that most Americans today let dictate their lives. One can only hope that we will continue to move forward as a society and not let the idea of image control how we live.

Monday, September 10, 2012

My thoughts on Suicide Prevention Week.



     Well. As many of you know, this week is National Suicide Prevention Week. Many people associate it with To Write Love on Her Arms, as well. Which is awesome, and I support it wholeheartedly.

     But somehow, I feel uneasy about the whole thing.

     Now, don't get me wrong. This is a cause near and dear to my heart. As someone who has struggled with suicide and self harm, I'm all for reaching out and helping those who are struggling with these things. I'm even going to school to become an Art Therapist, so I can help people who are struggling. But that's neither here nor there.

     Here's what I'm trying to get at. While it's wonderful that everyone is taking a week out of their year to raise awareness about suicide and self harm..........why are we only taking one week out of the year to raise awareness? Last time I checked, suicide and self harm don't care what week of the year it is; they'll hit you whenever they darn well please.

    And it seems to me that this whole thing is just becoming a trend. I'm willing to bet that at least half of the people participating in raising awareness this week won't even think about it next week. And at least half (if not more) of that half don't even genuinely care about it this week. They're just doing it because it's the cool thing to do.

     And that bothers me. A lot.

     So before you ink up your arm with the word "love," or post a status or tweet or blog post about how much this cause is affecting you this week, think about what you're actually doing; what you're actually raising awareness for. This stuff is not a joke or a trend to many people. Including me.

     It's real.

Be blessed. xoxoxo
Love and Rockets,
Marisa

Monday, June 25, 2012

Praise You in the Storm

     Have you ever felt physically drained? Emotionally drained? Spiritually drained? Have you ever just fallen to your knees in fervent prayer, asking God, "Why?" Have you ever felt such pain in your soul that it shakes you to your very core and strips you down to almost nothing? Have you ever turned to God with tears staining your face, with a tremble in your voice, and a quiver in your hands?
     If so, you might have an idea of what it means to fully rely on God in the hard times. In the difficult times. In the trying times. Trusting in God's promises when things are going smoothly is easy; it's when the storms come that it becomes seemingly impossible.

     I've been learning this lesson a lot, lately.

     The song, Praise You in the Storm by Casting Crowns has been touching my heart recently; especially the first verse. 
"I was sure by now, God, You would have reached down and wiped our tears away; stepped in and saved the day. But once again, I say amen, and it’s still raining. But as the thunder rolls, I barely hear You whisper through the rain, “I’m with you...” And as Your mercy falls, I’ll raise my hands, and praise the God who gives, and takes away."
   
     Trusting and praising God when going through pain and suffering is so incredibly difficult, but so incredibly worth it. You see, while we cry out to Him, wondering where He is, He's dancing over us while we are unaware. While we think we sit alone in our suffering, He's right there with us; holding and comforting us. While we believe that God is hiding His face from us, He's whispering in our ear, "Do you trust me, my child?"
     Do we? Do we trust Him enough to know that He will never leave or forsake us in our suffering? "I lift my eyes unto the hills; where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth." (Psalm 121:1-2) Every tear we've ever cried, He holds in His hand. He's got such a passionate and fervent love for us. Don’t even believe for one second that He doesn’t. Reach out, cry out to your Maker. He wants to hold you and dry all your tears.
Be blessed, my loves. xoxoxo

-Marisa


Saturday, May 5, 2012

There's Magic in Raindrops.

Have you ever stood in the rain? Danced in the rain? Laid out in the grass in the rain?

Have you ever closed your eyes and lifted your hands, letting your uneasiness and worries be washed away as the raindrops trickle down your face?

Have you ever paused to feel the gentle whisper of the breeze as you lay in your bed at night, windows open and listened to the sound of the heavy drops colliding with the roof?

It's soothing.
It's calming.
It's cleansing.

There's a sense of serenity that comes with the rain. It changes the atmosphere. It has the power to speak volumes with a quiet drizzle; whether lighting lights up the sky, or thunder rolls in the distance. The mood in the coolness of the air overpowers any unpleasant feelings you might be having, and replaces them with a peace that washes through your entire body, leaving you at ease and mystified.

Rain washes from our souls the troubles of our everyday lives.
It refreshes and rejuvenates.
It brings new life.


Monday, April 23, 2012

un.Inspired

You ever get in one of those funks?

Do you ever just slowly open your eyes, only to realize how idly you've been sitting for so long? All that potential time has come and gone, and there you sit; slowly putting down roots in your complacency.

I'm in one of those funks.

The Artistic World seems to be flying by me, flashing bright colors and loud textures. And I see it all in its dazzling wonder, but...I can't seem to find that passion in me these days. The dust in my soul has seemed to have settled, and I feel that longing to be creative again. But I'm feeling so un.Inspired.

I can feel these little rosebuds just begging to bloom and grow, way down deep in my heart. But they have no light to grow anymore. I feel like ripping open my chest and airing out these dusty cabinets; letting the light flood my innermost being and allowing the fresh air to awaken my soul.
But I know that as long as I'm content in my sluggishness, I might as well be wishin' for the dead to rise again.

Which is really what I'm doing anyways, right? My passion, my drive, my inspiration...they've all passed away, haven't they? Like dying in my sleep; I'm not exactly sure of the time they chose to leave me, but leave me they did. But I'm hoping that our dearly departed pull a Lazarus and bring with them the promise of new things to come.

Even as I pen these words, however easily they might be flowing, I still feel this sense of reckless abandon just screaming to escape from the locked up cell that's in my brain. I feel like a prisoner, trapped in the space in between my two ears.
Which is actually kind of unnerving, seeing as you can't escape your own mind.

And all these lucid thoughts and ideas and dreams rattle around in there; all bouncing off of one another in a noisy collection of colors and textures and hues and patterns...and I can't seem to flesh them out.

So here I sit. Numb with frustration and tired of waiting. These roots of complacency have become overgrown and have twisted themselves around my heart, slowly choking out any creative drive I had left in me.

I feel tired.

I feel washed up.

I feel un.Inspired.


Saturday, February 4, 2012

Originality Is Dead

Just a quickie, here.

You know, I've been thinking....

When someone says, “just be yourself,” how exactly does one go about doing that? Originality is dead. Everyone’s a product of millions of tiny factors in their lives; whether it be your favorite band, your religion, the environment in which you were brought up in, your friends and family…everything has a major impact on who you are as a person. And that’s okay, but to a certain extent.
Using your brain, figuring things out, and having genuine opinions are things gradually going extinct in my generation, and that’s extremely disheartening. So many people my age are wasting their lives away, and what’s worse, they don’t even seem to care. All they care about is going out and getting hammered every weekend, and then barely gliding through school for the remainder of the week. Why? Because that’s what everyone else is doing.
But I digress.
Almost everyone I know (with the exception of a select few) is pretty much a carbon copy of what they think the perfect person should be. (cough cough *I blame the media* cough cough) Lacking originality is spreading like the plague around here. And I’m so tired of it.
/endrant.