Tuesday, October 29, 2013

On a different note, I'm enjoying typing html codes. I think I'll start code academy since I have nothing to do at the moment.

I also realized yesterday that the fall quarter is halfway over. This is week six!

I got an essay back from my English Writing 2 class, and basically my grade was a C+. I didn't feel bad because the whole class is going to re-write their essays.

Can you tell I'm having fun with these headers?

Halloween is Thursday and there is nothing for me to dress up as. I think I'm gonna do crazy make up and just be creepy for halloween.
This is header 6.

Disconnected

Black people don't remember that we came from Africa.

Black people also don't remember that much of our community came from white slaveowners.

While I'm in the ranting mood, I'm gonna discuss this.

I listened to two separate comedians on two separate occasions. One, a white male whose name I've since forgotten, and two Eddie Griffin. The first comedian said a lot of things I agreed with, until he asked a question. "When did it stop being cool to believe in God?" He's assuming that more people believed in God before because other people were, and they wanted to belong with other people (Bandwagon fallacy). The next thing he said, I couldn't help laugh at. Poking fun at Atheists, he says "It's not my fault that you have so many piercings that when the wind blows your face sounds like a wind chime." This is a very hasty generalization. He's assuming that all Atheists get their ears pierced multiple times. Although I do have many piercings in both ears and my nose, a friend of mine who is also an Atheist does not have her ears pierced at all. I found it very interesting that this man who I can tell I would be very good friends with me, was trying to get people to believe in God again, because "it's still cool to".

Buckle your seatbelts, here comes Eddie Griffin. He was talking about polytheists and nature worshippers. He said that he doesn't understand how some people don't have a "real" god to pray to, or they pray to the sun and the dirt and wooden things. I find it hilarious that black people defend Christianity in such a fervent manner, considering we all (we as in everyone on earth, not just black people) originated from Africa, where the people worship the sun and wooden idols and where there is a different god for different aspects of life, even different people. I think that black people specifically have forgotten that when we were brought here by white men, we were forced to abandon our religions and adopt theirs; Christianity.

Something else I find interesting is how people assume that all black people are against gay marriage (because they are mostly a part of Christian churches), and have no idea that this belief originates solely from Christianity. Aren't assumptions fun? They are to me. Because in Africa, the belief is that a spirit will possess some of us and give us the desire to be with our same sex. No problem arises from this, no judgement or discrimination, only acceptance. I suppose I find it funny that people say they want to be connected to their roots but learn so little about them.

Another black comedian Aries Spears pointed out that Africans hate black people. All I could think was, I wonder why.

Funny little realization

People are always very surprised when they meet me because I don't represent the stereotype of black women in America.

People always ask me if I listen to rap music, (or why I don't) and don't consider me as much fun as other black people. I was thinking about a passage from Tina Fey's Bossypants, where she had to come to a realization that her gay friends weren't there solely for her entertainment. My personal opinion is that this is something America should consider. Frequently in the media there's a black female providing sassy comments that people find hilarious. America, too, needs to consider that all black women aren't the same, and aren't born and raised to make America laugh. All black women don't say "Mhm," "Lord Jesus," and "ain't nobody got time fo dat!". As funny as it might be, its unfair to expect someone to portray a stereotype for your own entertainment. As a black woman, I find myself disappointed with the expectations placed on black people in America.

Some of it I place on our perception of comedians. We feel that everything they say and do must be true. Just this morning I listened to Gabriel Iglesias' "Racist basket" joke. My mother and I listened and waited for it to get to the funny part, but we were disappointed. He and his friend Martin put Kool-Aid, fried chicken, and a halloween card with ghosts on it in this basket. He imitates a stereotypical black woman saying that he and his friend need Jesus for doing this, and then says that the woman forgets what she said when he offers her $50 to deliver the basket. After the basket is delivered, he tells how the black comedian he gave it to loved everything in the basket. Although this was just a joke, what this says to people is "See? They like it; it's not racist, it's true!"

On a separate note, I don't understand how fried chicken still represents black people, because EVERYONE likes it and EVERYONE eats it, all across the globe. I suppose I'm just frustrated that in this day and age we still classify people into categories set by stereotypes; even worse, that today we still assume that because I know one person of this race that does/likes this, all people of this race do/like this. As if people of the same race are lumped together as being the same. If you're Asian you must ___ because all Asians ___. If you're black, you must ___ because all black people ____. I just hope that as the next generations are born, they learn to be more open-minded and treat people like the human beings they, we are.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I'm exhausted

Waking up at 5am and leaving at 5:30 Mon-Fri is making me irritable and emotional. We can't afford an apartment near De Anza, so I'm stuck doing this for the next 10 months. I am thoroughly exhausted. I need to go to sleep now since I have to be up in less than eight hours. I hate this, I really do. I can't wait to get my bachelor's degree so that I can have a career and pay for all my own necessities. Even typing this, I'm fighting back tears for some reason. I'm probably just sleep deprived.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

I probably shouldn't have been driving this morning. I was really tired, hoping traffic would stop so I could close my eyes. It was an agonizing two hours, but once we got to de Anza and got a good parking space, I took a nap. It was 8:19 when I last looked at my phone to set an alarm for 9:20, ten minutes before my class starts. I woke up feeling better, but still generally feeling sleep deprived. Going to bed at 11 and waking up at 5 isn't ideal, but in order to get to De Anza on time, we usually leave that early.

When I'm tired, I'm emotional for some reason. My professor suggested some simple things and I was really upset about it. I can't take criticism well either, so that didn't help. She said I have the whole quarter to work on improving my "logical flow of ideas," and that overall I have good ideas for the paper, it's the government's job to take care of us, but they only want to take care of themselves. Anyway, I'm done with my spins class for the week so this weekend I'M GOING TO BIKE. I don't wanna die Monday morning. Peace off. BOOP!