I don’t really know how I feel about the gender identity
topic and transsexuals, maybe because I’ve never been in this situation or know
anyone who has (that I know of). I really try to be sympathetic and put myself
in the shoes of these people who go through these things because it seems like
such a tragic life. But then I feel like I’m questioning everything that I
believe and everything that I was taught. Does this mean that my religion is
wrong and that the God I believe in makes mistakes? It becomes a really hard
choice to make as far as what I think is real and what’s right. But I still try
to give people a chance and understand where they’re coming from. So when I
read Devor’s essay I instantly felt conflicted. He gave all of these scientific
facts and studies to back up everything he said. What really caught my
attention was in the beginning how he makes all these references to transgender
children, how kids settle into their gender identities between the ages of
eighteen months and two years. I have to disagree. When I think about babies I don’t
think about anything because I just don’t think they would be able to
comprehend a gender identity at such a young age. They’re only babies. And
besides how would these scientists even know what babies think? Yes they can do
all types of tests on the brain and study how it works, but I’m pretty sure no
one can read a baby’s mind and figure out exactly how they think. As for
children I think they’re too young to know what sex they are. Devor even says
kids don’t think of gender in terms of private parts, but from other things
like hair styles or clothes. So if a little boy wants to be a girl because he
likes playing with dolls and wearing dresses he might tell his parents he wants
to be a girl because to a kid that’s what being a “girl” is. That little boy
might even know that girls and boys are genetically different, but he won’t
understand what this really means. I think it might just mean the boy is
feminine in our society, but even still he’s a boy. That’s the way he was born.
I think if our society became more socially accepting of gender roles than
these issues might go away or become easier to deal with. The question then
becomes how does our society progress towards this? It’s something I’m still thinking
about and trying to wrap my mind around since reading this essay. But I still
feel like okay religion can be wrong in some people’s eyes well so can science.
In the end you have to have your own beliefs to fall back on.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
"Social Class and Hidden Curriculum of Work" Response
I thought this piece was extremely interesting. I really saw
myself comparing my grade school experiences with what I read. I found that my
education fits more in the affluent professional school. When I read about the
lower class schools I realized how blessed I am to have grown up in a better
environment. I’m certainly not rich and consider my family and myself a part of
the middle class, but because of the community I’m from (Shaker Heights, Ohio)
there’s outstanding diversity amongst class, race and ethnicity. Therefore I received
the chance to go to a good school. It’s so sad to me that because of your
situation you sometimes can’t get the same opportunities as others. I think it’s
totally unfair and completely contradicts what the American dream is supposed
to stand for which is freedom and equality.
From
reading this it seems as if the school systems are set up for failure for the
poor and success for the rich. The poorer students are told to follow steps
exactly, are shunned for thinking outside of the box, and their instructors
bark orders at them as if they’re dictators. The kid’s questions and opinions don’t
matter. And what I find most shocking is that the kids aren’t taught to truly
understand the concepts behind what they’re learning. As long as the students
learn the basics, enough to maintain steady blue collar job s, then everyone
has done their jobs. Unfortunately, there is no room what so ever for growth
for these kids. Their futures don’t look as good as they could be and they’re
only expected to go as far as their parent’s career wise. On the other hand,
the kids who come from wealthy backgrounds are given the exact opposite opportunities.
These students are challenged to recognize not only what they’re learning but
how and why as well. There is great emphasis on individuality, self-expressing,
and creativity. The kids can open their minds, give opinions, and ask
questions. The teachers don’t put themselves on pedestals which create the
drill sergeant soldier mentality like at the poor school. And so because the
poor kids are poor their futures don’t look as bright as say a child from a
wealthy background which allows more flexibility in the way the rich kids are
taught.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Quompt Makeup
When I read the beginning of this easy I wasn’t sure what
this easy would be about. It’s such a strange title because in our culture “Dropping
Babies” is seen as an abusive act. Rough handling babies’ period is highly
looked down on. It makes me think about the phrase “never shake a baby” and how
highly publicized it is. So when I read about how some cultures drop babies
from temple roof tops as part of a spiritual ceremony it really frightened me.
I don’t see how some people can see that as a blessing, good luck, or health. I
instantly thought of child abuse and what if something went wrong and the baby
fell and died. I don’t like the thought of dropping a baby even a couple inches
because they’re so fragile. But I do think the author does some interesting comparing
and contrasting between the crib and the village. The crib in this case is
compared to the village people that will catch the baby when it falls. The only
difference is the intentions of dropping the baby are different in both
instances. The person accidentally drops the baby in the crib out of
frustration while the baby is dropped from the temple intentionally for religious
reasons. So why then is dropping the baby from the temple seen as such a bad
act while the dropping in the crib isn’t? Maybe because the temple is so much
farther up and there’s a greater risk the baby can get hurt than falling in the
crib. But even still the baby could’ve gotten hurt from the crib fall since they’re
so tiny. We just have to be careful and make sure we don’t let our frustrations
get the best of us when handling babies because they don’t know any better.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Favorite Concert
“Ahhhhhhhhhh, I can’t believe I finally get to see Lil
Wayne!” I could feel the excitement in my screeching voice pierce my best
friend’s ears on the other line. We both cheered and screamed at this once in a
life time opportunity. Finally, I was going to see the man who entered my
dreams every night. All of Wayne’s music
overflowed my tiny baby blue Ipod Nano, his posters and cd covers decorated the
bright pink walls of my adolescent room, his music was the only music played on
my Myspace page, his quotes were my only Facebook status, and he was always the
topic of discussion every time I’d talk on the phone to my best friend. We were
constantly in competition over who loved Wayne more. It didn’t seem like a
moment passed where we didn’t profess our love for him. Wayne was everything to
me because he was so talented. I never heard anyone rap like that before it was
clever, witty, and filled with all types of puns. He had such an “I don’t give
a fuck attitude” and I loved it. The more my mom and dad would try to stop me
from listening to him, the more I wanted to rebel. So when I found out one of
my sisters’ friends had an extra ticket to go see Young Money, I was all for it
and I knew I had to look my best. Finally, I was going to go see the one person
who meant everything to me.
I dyed
my hair jet black to go along with my mid-length funky hair cut I’d gotten a
couple days before. I fluffed up my do
with some Farrah Fawcett flips. I decided to spice up my make up with a Marlin
Monroe red hot lipstick. I aligned my lips with a darker red lip liner pencil for
definition and stole my mom’s “Chili Pepper Red” MAC lipstick. For my eyes I
went with dramatic thick black winged eyeliner inspired by Amy Winehouse. My
fit had to be right so I went for a sexy yet hip Rihanna look. I wore my
H&M black and grey leopard pencil skirt. Hitting right below my knees it
hugged my tiny curves in all the right places. I wore my favorite bright purple
halter top. It tied around my neck showing a smidge of my upper back and on the
front in gleaming sequins read “Bebe”. I kept it simple, but chic for my shoes
sliding on my older sister’s black suede wedge heels. And lastly, the previous
week I’d found a vintage Louis Vuitton mini clutch tucked away in the crevices
of my grandmother’s attic. After wiping off the cob webs and dust, the little
purse became the cutest accessory accentuating my outfit to the upmost. It was
trapezoid -shaped, shiny patent leather material, off-white, with golden
handles, and covered in the Louis Vuitton print. The bag was really special to
me because it was my mother’s. I felt like I was her back in her party days,
but I still wanted to add more of my own flavor to it. So I took an old broken
necklace chain and attached it to the handles of the purse giving it an
extension. “There.”, I thought, “ I look good so I feel
good, now I’m ready to see Wayne.”
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Memoir: 1st bus ride
The morning air was cool and brisk on my skin as my sister
and I trudged to the bus stop across the street. We headed towards my new
school mates, I gulped and my knees began to tremble. The kids towered over me
making me feel like a tiny ant. They spoke so maturely and seemed completely
un-phased about starting school. Too them, this day was nothing more than déjà
vu. I clung to my older sister clutching her hand tightly within mine. She shot
a cold glare at me and tried nudging me off of her until she saw puddles
forming in the corners of my eyes. I heard a loud bustle that sounded like one
of those huge 18-wheeler trucks I’d seen on the highways. I turned around and
there in front of me was this massive burnt yellow contraption on six wheels.
It smelled of smoke and gas and it was quite filthy. It was almost as tall as
the tree on my front lawn and about as long as three cars, it read “Shaker City
Schools” on both sides in black letters, and it had a thick black horizontal
line stretching all around it. The bus driver stopped abruptly and the wheels loudly
screeched against the pavement. Suddenly, the glass doors opened and a bright
red blinking sign, which read “STOP” in bold white font, extended from the
other side. All the kids marched to the bus in a single file line. My sister
was headed for the back of the line. But still squeezing her palm, I resisted.
My legs went numb and stiffened as if they had turned into cement pillars
sprouting from the concrete side walk. “Come on Nia!”, my sister urged me, “It’s
time for school!”. I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes and exhaled. My boney
knees lightly smacked each other while I wobbled up the steps of the bus. The
doors shut behind me before I knew it. And there I was contained within the
stomach of that huge yellow monster formally known as the school bus.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Photo Project
Nia Bolden
9/25/12
Tatted
The
word tattoo derives from the
Polynesian word ‘ta’ which means to strike something and the Tahitian word ‘tatau’
which means to mark something. To tattoo someone is basically inserting colored
materials underneath the skin. Tattooing is over thousands of years old and was
first introduced to the western world by the Polynesians during the era of
European colonization. At first tattooing was done among some of the explorers
as a way to remember their explorations. Then tattooing became popular with the
aristocrats and elite. But back then people had to get their tattoos in
concealed areas on their bodies. Rarely did one walk around covered in tattoos
unless they were a part of some type of show or circus. Then, technological
advancements in machinery lead to a unique style of tattooing in the United
States. During the late 20th and early 21st centuries, tattooing slowly became
a part of the American culture especially for sailors and military servicemen. But
even with its newfound popularity, tattoos were generally viewed with great
rejection in most of society. Many people who had tattoos got them in places
that could be covered so they wouldn’t be shunned or deemed as of low class. It was hard to be taken seriously because people
looked at tattoos as destruction of the body not as a respected form of
self-expression. The origins of tattooing in the western world can be traced
back to indigenous cultures, so it was affiliated with being uncivilized. Tattooing
has grown relatively popular over time, but still it has always been seen as
negative because in a way it’s very rebellious. This view point about tattoos still
holds steady in society today, but with the emergence of new generations the
tolerance levels for body art seem to have increased. It’s becoming more and
more common to see young people “tatted” (covered in tattoos). Tattoos aren’t
just a fun rebellious thing to partake in anymore. They are becoming a new form
of communication. And so in the future, tattoos will be accepted in society as
valid art forms of self-expression and self-identification.
The
forms of visual rhetoric that I chose are filters over my picture, blurry focus,
and locations of the tattoo on the person’s body. For a majority of the
pictures I used a filter over them. I thought the filters made the pictures
look cooler and the colors more vibrant. I really wanted my pictures to bring
all the audience’s attention to the tattoo and nothing else. For this reason I
used a blurred vision over many of my photos. Almost all of my pictures,
especially the ones that have a lot going on in the background, have everything
that surrounds the tattoo blurred out. I wanted the focus to just be on the
tattoos to show the tattoos significance to that person. I also did not show
anyone’s face in the pictures. I deliberately did this again to show the
importance the tattoo has to the person. Tattoos are not just markings on
someone’s body, they’re apart of the person like any other body part. They are
the ultimate form of self-expression because tattoos are the most permanent.
Tattoos mean so much more too people than others realize, especially for my
generation. Tattoos are a way of controlling our bodies and finding pieces of
who we are at a time in our lives where control and self-identity seem so
unattainable. And that is why I used the filters, focuses, and no faces in my
pictures to really hone in on the tattoo. I chose to take pictures of tattoos
that I felt were in obvious places and not easy to cover up on the body. For
example, a majority of the pictures within my set are pictures of people with
hand and wrist tattoos. I chose these pictures and put them together on purpose
because I feel like they help to prove my argument. These kids have tattoos in
places that the whole world can see and too them, this is normal. It’s not out
of the ordinary to see our generation with sleeves, wrist tattoos, hand, an
even face tattoos. I think this says a lot about what the future entails and a
huge possible shift in our society’s opinions of a tattoo’s true significance.
As
previously stated, the negative mindset about tattoos is going to change for
the better in the future. As our generation gets older and the next generation
comes along, there will be more middle-aged adults with tattoos and even
younger kids with tattoos. In all aspects of everyday life, it will be common
to see people with a lot of tattoos and in less discrete areas. From the
workplace, home, Neighborhood Park, school, etc., not just in urban areas, tattoos
will be seen more frequently than before. This means tattoos will not only be
looked at as just damage to the body by society, but as actual artistic outlets
as well. To dig deeper, this acceptance will also add to the types of communication.
Tattoos are obvious forms of self-expression too some, but with a wider
acceptance, new doors will open in terms of how we communicate with one another.
Being tatted or having a tattoo uncovered will be acknowledged as a way of
expressing ones inner feelings. Tattoos will no longer be shunned or seen as savage-like,
but rather a new way for people to communicate their emotions with others.
Tattoos will also be seen as normal ways of identifying one’s self. Rather than
seeing someone that has a lot of visible tattoos as someone with no
self-respect, that person will be seen as someone using their tattoos as symbols
to make up part of their identity. They’re telling the world how they see themselves
regardless of what anyone else thinks. The use of tattoo art as new ways of
communication and self-identification is significant for us a culture because
it shows progressions in our society. This is progression because it says that
our society is becoming more open-minded as far as how people choose to express
themselves. Tattoos aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. In fact, tattoos are
taking part in freeing up the limitations of what’s acceptable and what’s not, thus
moving toward a more modern society.
It
is often said that everyone is different and argued how important it is to hold
on to our individualism, but never is this idea truly practiced. For a long
time and even today people try so hard to fit in with everyone else. People are
still afraid of being seen as different. Tattoo art is helping to break this
pattern because it separates us from each other by displaying our inner selves.
Also, by getting covered in tattoos one takes the risk of possibly being looked
at as an outcast with no future. But with the popularity of tattoos and this
movement among younger generations known as “getting tatted”, our society is definitely
moving forward in terms of tolerance levels. We’re becoming less conventional
when it comes to outward appearance and what are proper forms of self-expression.
This time period and the influences of today’s cultural icons are the causes for
this progression. The younger generations aren’t looking at getting tattoos as
terrible, but instead as unique ways to convey their individualism. Having
tattoos is just the cool thing to do now. And when this phase passes, having a
lot of tattoos won’t be a huge deal in the future just another art form.
Link to set: http://www.flickr.com/photos/nialenee/sets/72157631605280932/show/
Link to stream: http://www.flickr.com/photos/nialenee/show/
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Photography: Truth or Lies?
I'll admit that I didn't think much of photography the first time I read Susan Sontag's In Plato's Cave. It took for me to go back and really read the text to understand what Sontag was fully trying to say. To a certain extent I do agree with her opinions about photography, but to another degree I have my own opinions about the subject. Well first off, I do believe it is hard to find truths from just a photo and I didn’t understand what this meant until I deeply analyzed the argument. In a sense we are blinded to what’s behind the meaning of a photo just like the metaphor of Plato’s Cave. We automatically assume that because a photo is a photo (an actual event captured on camera), that what we see is real. A photograph isn’t like a painting, a sculptor, or even a written piece where the artist/author gives us their own interpretation of an event. It’s hard for us as viewers’ to find these things credible because we think of them as someone else’s point of view. But when it comes to finding credibility within a photograph it’s easy for us to trust that what we see is real. We assume a photo is reality when in fact it isn’t. A photo is no different because it is still someone else’s, in this case the photographers, interpretation of reality/life. Without knowing the full background and the context of what is being photographed, there is no real way for us to tell if what we’re seeing in the photo is a truth or just a portrayal of truth. I disagree with Sontag’s opinion that everything that someone takes a picture isn’t reality. I think it just depends on the person taking the picture. There are some photographers who don’t try to portray anything when they take a photo. They simply just capture life as it is. I think it also depends on what’s truth to the photographer. You can’t just tell someone that what they took a picture of wasn’t real. If they were there and they witnessed the event happening first-hand, then it is reality. It may not be a reality too us, but it is too the photographer. It doesn’t really matter what the audience thinks just like with an artist’s artwork. The viewer/listener is entitled to interpret the artwork any way they want to (and that doesn’t mean that their interpretation is necessarily right or wrong), but too the artist no matter what the audience thinks, what they’ve created is real. It’s their reality and their truth not the audiences. I think this says that reality isn’t just this broad idea about what is life. Every being has their own individual reality because we’re all different people with our own thoughts about what’s real and what’s fake. Despite the fact that there are great possibilities that what we see in photos isn’t real, I think people still take photos for enjoyment. Also, people like to feel a part of their environments and what’s going on around them. And once time passes there’s no way to ever get it back. The easiest most reliable way we can control passing time and hold on to memories is to take a picture. So no matter what Sontag says about how photo’s don’t display actual truth and we’re all confined in Plato’s Cave due to the limitations that photos have on our truths, I don’t think people really care. In our society nobody thinks that deeply into the truth behind a photo. Taking photos/photography has played such a huge role in our modern society that it’s become engrained in our culture. And with that being said, I strongly believe photography is here to stay.
What is America?
I found the piece that consisted of many photos by Martin Hyers and William Mebane, titled American B. 1964-1972 (I think it was called...), to be the most intersting. Well on the surface, I liked the varitey of colors that were used in all the pictures and how they came together to create a very visually interesting sight. I also like that there were two different people taking pictures of totally different things, but some how they managed to intertwine their work so well. It was almost like only one person created the work. It was strange too because looking at the pictures really made me think about being back home at my grandparents house or at my aunt's and uncle's place. It made me feel like a little kid looking through all their old trinkets and photos from back in the day. And that's when I realized that these photos were supposed to represent American culture at a certain time period. My grandparents had just began to start their families around that same time. They have been living in those same houses since they got married and had my parents. So looking at the pictures sort of gave me feel of being back home with my family.
At first, I was trying to put all of the photos together and figure out what the artist was trying to communicate to the audience. I started off small by pulling out themes and relating them back to the topic. There were various pictures of religious symbols, t.v.'s and radios, scences from public schools, sports trouphies and medals, office tools like stapplers and paper clips, family pictures, car parts, and police stations. Each one was different, but they all spoke to eachother and helped portray the topic more clearly. Some of the themes I got from these pictures were the emphasis placed on religion, technology, public education, sportsmanship, blue collar workers, family, automobiles, and the law/lawenforment.
The theme that was most prevelant to me was religion because I could connect it to so many other ideas. There were a lot of religious based photos like the bible, a manorah, church pughs, and crosses. This made me think about not only religion being something extremely dominate in our culture and especially at that time, but I also thought about the many different religions that are practiced in America. Then I tied some of these religions back to the many different races and ethnicities that make up our population like Judism, White Protestants, Hispanics who are often associated with Catholism, and the Black Baptist church which is what I grew up in. I think the artist were trying to say that America doesn't consist of just one race. There are many different races, religions, and ethnicities that are the heart of the American culture. There's a complexity in our culture which makes us so unique. But even with that being said, no matter how different we are from eachother we still are connected because we're all American.
I think an important issue that stood out to me was the importance placed on commercialism and capitalism at the time. There was a picture of a Christmas tree and of a plastic Hannakah monorah. I think the photographers were not only trying to bring up religion, but commercialism/capitalism as well. As we all know Christmas and Hannakuh are huge holidays in America because so many people celebrate them. But at the time (and even today) there was way more signicance placed on the commercial aspects rather than the religion it self. By this I mean more people went out and bought Christmas and Hannakuh decorations and presents, but didn't actually celebrate the true meanings of the holidays. These celebrations are more of a show for people. Something for others to make money off of. And what is our country based off of? Capitalism. Everyone wants to make money. Basically, I think the artists were displaying the issue/idea of how important commercialism and capitalism are in our society.
Even with all the themes, ideas, issues, etc. brought up in these photos, I don't believe there is ever a way to sum up what America actually is. It's even impossible to do in one time period. Like I said before our culture is way more complex and difficult to describe. And I think that's what the artist were trying to say too.
At first, I was trying to put all of the photos together and figure out what the artist was trying to communicate to the audience. I started off small by pulling out themes and relating them back to the topic. There were various pictures of religious symbols, t.v.'s and radios, scences from public schools, sports trouphies and medals, office tools like stapplers and paper clips, family pictures, car parts, and police stations. Each one was different, but they all spoke to eachother and helped portray the topic more clearly. Some of the themes I got from these pictures were the emphasis placed on religion, technology, public education, sportsmanship, blue collar workers, family, automobiles, and the law/lawenforment.
The theme that was most prevelant to me was religion because I could connect it to so many other ideas. There were a lot of religious based photos like the bible, a manorah, church pughs, and crosses. This made me think about not only religion being something extremely dominate in our culture and especially at that time, but I also thought about the many different religions that are practiced in America. Then I tied some of these religions back to the many different races and ethnicities that make up our population like Judism, White Protestants, Hispanics who are often associated with Catholism, and the Black Baptist church which is what I grew up in. I think the artist were trying to say that America doesn't consist of just one race. There are many different races, religions, and ethnicities that are the heart of the American culture. There's a complexity in our culture which makes us so unique. But even with that being said, no matter how different we are from eachother we still are connected because we're all American.
I think an important issue that stood out to me was the importance placed on commercialism and capitalism at the time. There was a picture of a Christmas tree and of a plastic Hannakah monorah. I think the photographers were not only trying to bring up religion, but commercialism/capitalism as well. As we all know Christmas and Hannakuh are huge holidays in America because so many people celebrate them. But at the time (and even today) there was way more signicance placed on the commercial aspects rather than the religion it self. By this I mean more people went out and bought Christmas and Hannakuh decorations and presents, but didn't actually celebrate the true meanings of the holidays. These celebrations are more of a show for people. Something for others to make money off of. And what is our country based off of? Capitalism. Everyone wants to make money. Basically, I think the artists were displaying the issue/idea of how important commercialism and capitalism are in our society.
Even with all the themes, ideas, issues, etc. brought up in these photos, I don't believe there is ever a way to sum up what America actually is. It's even impossible to do in one time period. Like I said before our culture is way more complex and difficult to describe. And I think that's what the artist were trying to say too.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Purpose
Nia is the fifth principle of Kwanzaa. It means purpose and I believe my name fits me perfectly. I come from a small suburb outside of Cleveland, Ohio called Shaker Heights. I love where I come from because it made me who am today. My mother and sister are there whom I am very close to, my best friend of over ten years attends college there, there’s the spot by my grandparent’s house where I cut my knee learning to ride my bike, the place in front of my high school locker where I got my first kiss and my first heartbreak, and my church home where I used to sing and perform as a child… my entire life is there and for a long time that was all I knew. But with that being said, I've always seen more for myself. I had a vision that was bigger than my surroundings. I know I have a great purpose. I believe we all do and it’s our destiny to fulfill that purpose. So when I wasn't getting the party started with my girlfriends, listening to my favorite smooth tunes like the Weeknd or Sade, up at the mall in Guess buying every pair of jeans they had on sale, constantly checking my Instagram, or just struggling to maintain a drama-free carefree life; I had my head in the books because I knew that was my only sure way out of my situation. Now I’m here living in the AMAZING city of Chicago as a freshman music major at Columbia College. I'm so excited, anxious, nervous, overwhelmed, happy, etc. because there is so much opportunity around me. I can feel it! I know being here is going to change my life forever and I cannot wait to fully grasp everything around me. For once I'm actually thrilled about being in school and learning because there's so much freedom and encouragement for students to be who they are. Already I'm loving this class because I’m creating my own blog as my first homework assignment ha! (How sweet is that?) I love writing down how I feel so I don't really see this as work, it’s more therapeutic. To wrap this up, I'm just completely over joyed. I'm looking forward to learning a lot of new things, improving my writing skills, and just writing any and everything period. I know this is going to be a year to remember for me.
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