Wednesday, March 20, 2013

We've tried so hard to understand...

Why is it that we fight for equality so much in this world?

Sometimes I want to say "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means"
Not because I do not believe in people having choices, but because the idea of equality is almost laughable to me. Before you quit reading and write me off as a jerk... let me explain.

Webster's defines equality as:
1. the state or quality of being equal; correspondence in quantity, degree, value, rank, or ability.
2. uniform character, as of motion or surface.


I have no desire to have the same degree, rank, quantity or abilities as some people. I most definitely do not want to be uniform. The fact that one of the synonyms of equality is sameness should be a huge red flag. Because sameness stifles out the individual, the one.

Sameness takes into account making things equal from the outside in, teaching children that value really is only skin deep and that why you see is what you get.

A physicist does not need the same tools as an artist and yet they can both come up with aw inspiring  creations

So what is it that we are doing when we want equality? To make individuals the same?

Shouldn't we be fighting for choices? For the freedom to choose? Because it is ridiculous to say that my husband and I are equal (my metabolism proves that every day).

But it is true that I should have the choice to work outside or in the home (or maybe a little of both), to wear pants, to vote, etc. just the same as he does. I should have the choice to get an education, to have children, to run barefoot (or not), to eat GMO foods, to allow or not allow certain things in my home... you get the idea.

So why is it we are fighting to all by the same when really it should all be about whether or not we can choose?

Because this definition sounds a lot more appealing to me:

2. the right, power, or opportunity to choose;

**I thought about this after reading this

Which reminded me of watching this, especially this conversation:
Katherine Watson: There are seven law schools within 45 minutes of Philadelphia. You can study and get dinner on the table by 5:00.
Joan Brandwyn: It's too late.
Katherine Watson: No, some of them accept late admissions! Now, I was upset at first, I can tell you that. When Tommy came to me at the dance and told me he was accepted to Penn, I thought, '... her fate is sealed! She's worked so hard, how can she throw it all away?' But then I realized you won't have to! You can bake your cake and eat it too! It's just wonderful!
Joan Brandwyn: We're married. We eloped over the weekend. Turned out he was petrified of a bit ceremony, so we did a sort of spur-of-the-moment thing. Very romantic.
[Katherine is stunned]
Joan Brandwyn: It was my choice, not to go. He would have supported it.
Katherine Watson: But you don't have to choose!
Joan Brandwyn: No, I have to. I want a home, I want a family! That's not something I'll sacrifice.
Katherine Watson: No one's asking you to sacrifice that, Joan. I just want you to understand that you can do both.
Joan Brandwyn: Do you think I'll wake up one morning and regret not being a lawyer?
Katherine Watson: Yes, I'm afraid that you will.
Joan Brandwyn: Not as much as I'd regret not having a family, not being there to raise them. I know exactly what I'm doing and it doesn't make me any less smart. This must seem terrible to you.
Katherine Watson: I didn't say that.
Joan Brandwyn: Sure you did. You always do. You stand in class and tell us to look beyond the image, but you don't. To you a housewife is someone who sold her soul for a center hall colonial. She has no depth, no intellect, no interests. You're the one who said I could do anything I wanted. This is what I want.


Thursday, March 14, 2013

One Liners with The Eatons


Gabe: When did Mr Schuester get a music video?
Heather: Wha..? Oh, that's Justin Timberlake

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Heather: Dr Horrible depressing or The Notebook depressing?
Gabe: Dr Horrible

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Heather: This is new, I just got an email about Jewish singles
Gabe: Mozel tav

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Run, baby run...

I have been really out of shape and so recently I started working out again. 

There are some days I drag myself to the gym, get on the elliptical and concentrate on listening to music or finishing my reading for a class. Then I do a few reps on a few machines and call it good. I keep checking the clock, seeing how much time has passed because I really want to just be finished with this task I know I must do. 

And then there are days when I go to the gym with the mindset that I am going to get something out of this, I am going to do my best and through it I will become better and stronger; better in shape and stronger in mind and body. Those are the days I push a little further and things really happen. 

Those are the days when the next morning I wake up sore, with lactic acid stored up in my muscles. Those are the days I really tear down my muscles so I can build them up again. My work outs do not become about losing weight, but rather they become about pushing myself to the limits, in order to become a stronger, better version of me. 

I was thinking about this as an analogy the other day, in terms of trials, in terms of getting an education, in terms of life in general. 

Do I drag myself through life? Do I bemoan my trials so much that I miss the point? Am I so focused on getting that grade, that I forgo the education that I have worked so hard for?

The thing about going to the gym is that whether I do my best or my worst I can still come out changed, but it takes a lot longer to see results if I don't dedicate myself to the work. Even more than that I will never reach my full potential if I am fine with the minimum work every day. But, some days dragging myself to the gym is all I can muster. Other days, I am proud of myself for getting through the day, the gym no where in my mind. But as long as most days I go to the gym and put in my best effort, every so often I am fine with reading a book while on the elliptical, or a long hot bath instead.