Girl

What draws a reader into this piece is mainly the stream of conciousness style of writing. It provides the reader a direct look into the mind of a mother of an adolescent girl. Her thoughts mainly focus on teaching her daughter certain skills she will need as an adult woman. Troughout the mother’s thought process she warns her daughter away from becoming a slut because she believes that this is the worst thing a woman could be. I find this quite interesting considering the time period it came from and the background of the author. Kincaid was raised in a family that shunned her academic skills, and within the borders of Antigua where women’s skills outside the household weren’t held to high regard.

Unfortunately Kincaid’s writing comes from a time when women were held to a different standard from men, even moreso than they are today. One thing this piece brings up is the mother’s serious concern that her adolescent daughter will become a slut. It’s a strange double standard to have, why wouldn’t an adolescent boy deserve the same warning? What exactly makes it okay for a man to act like a slut and not a woman? When reading Kincaid’s piece that is exactly what her mother’s echoed words make me think of. Kincaid wrote this in 1978 yet how different would a mother’s thought process be today? Maybe it would get a modern day update to compensate for the advances in technology but I feel like the message about not growing up to be a slut will stay the same. It’s quite unfortunate that to this day we still have such a strange obsession as a society to keep our women “pure”.

In the Story of the Stone Baoyu is sorrounded by women, why would the author sorround Baoyu with women? Would the story have been different if Baoyu was sorrounded by men? Explain how and why.

 

What prpose does Melville havin creating a character like Bartleby? Is he a commentary on corporate office workers or something more than that?

Our world of illusion

The most intriguing part of The Story of The Stone is the envisioned entrance to the mortal world. The monk and the Taoist approached a gateway to the mortal world with the inscription “The Land of Illusion” that implies our mortal world is not the reality we percieve it to be. Although this is not a new idea we are introduced to, I still find it quite captivating. The monk and Taoist somehow managed to escape the world of illusion, I assume this is because of the nature of the Bhuddist faith; that those who are very close to their religion won’t be subjected to the tortures of mortal life. What I can’t seem to decipher though is the other inscription on the archway; “Truth becomes fiction when the fiction’s true; real become not-real where the unreal’s real.” Why the use of different words for truth (truth/real) and deception (fiction/not-real/unreal)? Was it simply to keep the reader captivated by its mysticism? Or is there a seperate meaning for each of these phrases that is less obvious than what we take it as at face value?

 

If our world is made up entirely of illusions what is the purpose of continuing our existence? To seek the truth, to find enlightenment, could these goals really make it worthwhile to exist in a world full of falsehoods and deception? It seems quite humanitarian to want to seek out the truth behind all the falsehoods of humanity. Enlightenment for oneself can only benefit all those around you, since you will be able to remove the veil of deception from their eyes and help them on their own way to finding truth. The message I get from this story is one that still resonates today, and has resonated through most of the readings we have done in class so far. This is the message that one needs to take matters into their own hands because the ruling forces in our world are corrupt and decieving.

Have you found Nemo yet?

As much as I would love to blog about last week’s readings, there is a much more pertinent topic of discussion on my mind this weekend; 6 inches of snow or as the national news media likes to call it “super-mega-deathstar-stay-the-fuck-home-storm nemo”. On Staten Island I got to personally witness gas lines going down all our major avenues and boulevards and lines in our supermarkets that took hours to get through. I don’t know if it’s shell-shock from Hurricane (actually a tropical storm) Sandy or just a result of over-sensationalized news reporting of weather conditions. More than likely it is a combination of both. I’m not exactly sure what makes snow so terrifying for people that they think they need to stockpile food in a terrorist cell-like bunker when they could just stay home with some cocoa, their loved ones, and wait til the morning to shovel and go about their business as usual. If we were to follow this train of thought, let’s consider the people who shovel their sidewalks as snow is still coming down (I don’t mean to offend if you are a follower of this practice) I have witnessed my neighbor do this every single year to no avail. Hey buddy, wait til tomorrow, that inch of snow you peeled off the ground is gonna be right back there momentarily.

As an aside from my rant about the “impending-doom-for-us-all-hide-yo-children-storm nemo” I would like to mention an interesting fact about clownfish. When a clown fish’s mate dies, it has the capability to change it’s gender to reproduce with its offspring. This means that throughout the entirety of “Finding Nemo” we were watching a clownfish chase after his son to change gender and make more clownfish babies. Ah Disney……..

If you were thinking that I lackadasically wrote this post an hour before it was due, and that I spent most of my weekend frolicking in the snow like a small child you’d be right. But since I don’t want to look bad next to my fellow professional blogging peers I feel obligated to at least mention some of the reading from these first few weeks of class. One concept that particularly stuck with me from all of the enlightenment readings was one that Wollstonecraft mentioned in “A Vindication of the Rights of Women” was that the pursuit of beauty keeps us from achieving equality. I really like this concept because I believe that it is most definitely true. However, it is a concept that I feel can be applied to both genders, if we were creatures of utility then everything we wore would have some sort of use to it. Unfortunately, today we are all victims of “fashion” and pursue the aesthetically pleasing holy land of having our peers be attracted to us because of the paint we splash on our faces or the various animal pieces we cover our bodies in. None of which serves any real purpose anymore, can someone explain to me why you would be wearing dress shoes when there is snow and slush on the ground? They ain’t got no traction. Cop yourself some boots because you slippin.