9.30.2008
Racism, Discrimination and Stereotypes
I watched the play/musical Avenue Q not so long ago with my colleagues
at San Francisco's Orpheum Theater which I really enjoyed. For some
odd reason I would rather go to a live musical than to go to the
cinema on any given day. I just find musicals much more engaging and
entertaining as opposed to staring at a film screen for a couple of
hours. Musicals have been a part of my life since middle school. In
middle school, we'd take class trips to the nearby all male high
school by the name of Riordan. Annually they would prepare a play that
was open to the public and I'd have to say that every year was
magnificent. These high school kids have major talent! Watching these
plays fill me with laughter, tears and hunger for more. I love how
they are prone to mistakes and find a way to improvise if necessary. I
love how they engage the audience as if we were really at the scene. I
love how they incorporate jokes and puns into their script. I love how
I can laugh not only at their lines, but also their facial expressions.
The reason for bringing up Avenue Q was I recently started thinking
about prejudice, stereotypes and discrimination. Avenue Q was a
musical that emphasized the need for all nationalities to work
together to make this machine called society function. Very similar to
the underlying plot of the movie Crash, which is undoubtedly one of my
favorite box office hits as well since it actually portays a very
important message. I urge everyone to see this movie at least once.
It's undeniable that everyone is racist and holds prejudices.
One may not vividly display acts of discrimination, but unspoken
thoughts alone are enough to hurt others as well. I myself have
stereotypes based on appearance as well. I do get scared when certain
types/groups of people approach me. I'll change my path of direction
when I see someone coming my way that I've had a prior negative
experience with. I use racial slurs as well but it's all in good
humor. I have friends and colleagues of every nationality and we joke
about our own kind all the time. As long as none of us are hurt or
offended by it, I think it's ok...among us that is. When I'm outside
my comfort zone, I wouldn't dare. So the question is, how far is too
far when it comes to stereotyping, racism an discrimination?
at San Francisco's Orpheum Theater which I really enjoyed. For some
odd reason I would rather go to a live musical than to go to the
cinema on any given day. I just find musicals much more engaging and
entertaining as opposed to staring at a film screen for a couple of
hours. Musicals have been a part of my life since middle school. In
middle school, we'd take class trips to the nearby all male high
school by the name of Riordan. Annually they would prepare a play that
was open to the public and I'd have to say that every year was
magnificent. These high school kids have major talent! Watching these
plays fill me with laughter, tears and hunger for more. I love how
they are prone to mistakes and find a way to improvise if necessary. I
love how they engage the audience as if we were really at the scene. I
love how they incorporate jokes and puns into their script. I love how
I can laugh not only at their lines, but also their facial expressions.
The reason for bringing up Avenue Q was I recently started thinking
about prejudice, stereotypes and discrimination. Avenue Q was a
musical that emphasized the need for all nationalities to work
together to make this machine called society function. Very similar to
the underlying plot of the movie Crash, which is undoubtedly one of my
favorite box office hits as well since it actually portays a very
important message. I urge everyone to see this movie at least once.
It's undeniable that everyone is racist and holds prejudices.
One may not vividly display acts of discrimination, but unspoken
thoughts alone are enough to hurt others as well. I myself have
stereotypes based on appearance as well. I do get scared when certain
types/groups of people approach me. I'll change my path of direction
when I see someone coming my way that I've had a prior negative
experience with. I use racial slurs as well but it's all in good
humor. I have friends and colleagues of every nationality and we joke
about our own kind all the time. As long as none of us are hurt or
offended by it, I think it's ok...among us that is. When I'm outside
my comfort zone, I wouldn't dare. So the question is, how far is too
far when it comes to stereotyping, racism an discrimination?
9.29.2008
I hella <3 SF
Current Favorites
Color: pink
Lunch: Cheeseburger on French roll
Workout Song: 4 Minutes To Save The World - Madonna
Gadget: iPhone
TV Show: Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, Heroes
Character: Hello Kitty
Guilty Pleasure: Slim Jims
Scent: Harajuku Lil Angel
9.27.2008
9.05.2008
Brand New
This is my first post in this now blogger. It feels relieving to start fresh and to be free of any past restrictions, inhibitions, thoughts, ideas and feelings. Not only is this a start of a new blog, but it perhaps is a start of a new 'me'. I haven't blogged ever since 2005 or 2006 on the ever so popular blogging website xanga.com which I'm sure many have heard of and started blogging from. I had previously stopped blogging because I was afraid of what others would think of me. My blog was to be personal and I felt that I would become vulnerable if my thoughts and feelings were exhibited among not only close friends and family, but strangers and stalkers of the world wide web. Blogging definitely proves to be very relieving to many, so why did I ever stop? Even though, many people will not know who I am or whom/what I'm blogging about, I was just afraid. I will no longer be afraid and use this blog as a way to get my mind off of things and to lay out the obvious things that are happening in my life...
It's been hard these past few months on me prior and post break up. I admit, I secretly hoped for him to be the one for me. Soon I found out he was only good on paper. The last few months of the relationship only led me to heart ache, tears and grief. It was no way to spend my weekend nights, worrying about little things that could be relieved with a simple phone call or text message. I guess my Mr. Right, was only Mr. Right Now. I feel so naive for believing, hoping, wishing, thinking that it could lead to so much more. The feelings were not mutual. I had put my heart and soul into making this relationship as pleasant of an experience as possible only to realize my gestures were foolish acts of kindness to him.
Then "Why?" Why say those sacred three words if the meaning behind them are never felt. Why is it so easy to let those three words slide off one's tongue without a blink of an eye? Why teach a child to say those words back to you, when they have absolutely no idea of what those words mean? If one truly loves another, then no words are necessary to express the obvious. My parents do not need to tell me they love me for me to know that they do everything to help my brother and I live an easier and better life. Love is a silent killer. Love is felt. It does not need to be heard or spoken of. When one least expects it, that is when they notice an act of love. Saying I love you is garbage. Speak less and act more.
It's been hard these past few months on me prior and post break up. I admit, I secretly hoped for him to be the one for me. Soon I found out he was only good on paper. The last few months of the relationship only led me to heart ache, tears and grief. It was no way to spend my weekend nights, worrying about little things that could be relieved with a simple phone call or text message. I guess my Mr. Right, was only Mr. Right Now. I feel so naive for believing, hoping, wishing, thinking that it could lead to so much more. The feelings were not mutual. I had put my heart and soul into making this relationship as pleasant of an experience as possible only to realize my gestures were foolish acts of kindness to him.
Then "Why?" Why say those sacred three words if the meaning behind them are never felt. Why is it so easy to let those three words slide off one's tongue without a blink of an eye? Why teach a child to say those words back to you, when they have absolutely no idea of what those words mean? If one truly loves another, then no words are necessary to express the obvious. My parents do not need to tell me they love me for me to know that they do everything to help my brother and I live an easier and better life. Love is a silent killer. Love is felt. It does not need to be heard or spoken of. When one least expects it, that is when they notice an act of love. Saying I love you is garbage. Speak less and act more.
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