Defend Emma Watson

Read: Vox – The sexual threats against Emma Watson are an attack on every woman

The title of this article really says it all.

This is appalling. An outrage. A war. A clear indication that everything is not alright, especially within the arena of gender politics.

I feel gutted; I do take this personally.

Watson is not the only one being told to “get back” by misogynists who wield sexual terror as a weapon. She is in the company of many other women, all over the world, who have made the decision to participate in public life and suffered the consequences

I don’t know why others delight in this sort of thing (4chan, et al). I suppose it gives misogynist predators a false sense of power, an elevated sense of self. And although I do not condone or support the taking of nudes photos (mostly because it is the 21st century, people! As seen here and on other occasions, if you take photos on your mobile or computer device, they do have the potentiality to be discovered! Nothing is safe), if said photos are said to surface Emma Watson should not be at all ashamed, as the female body is a beautiful thing, and she is a beautiful girl.

To those who decide to view said photos if they surface, you are participating in a degradation of our culture by objectifying another. It is a violent act to view something so personal, not intended for your eyes that it is by definition a violation, an invasion of privacy. It is a degradation of yourself and the pathetic human being you have become.

Though we’ve never met, I’ve always considered Emma Watson a friend. With her involvement within the Harry Potter franchise, which I so adored at its inception (and of course am still a fan of), I feel as though I’ve grown up with her. She is only 6 months older than I am. The compassion I have for her doesn’t need to be rooted in an actual acquaintance; I will always defend her and rejoice at her triumphs.

Truth is, Emma put herself out there as a vulnerable human being by supporting He For She. And what I mean by that is, she didn’t have to do this. No one forced her into becoming a UN Goodwill Ambassador. She understood and sympathized with the global struggle what it is to be female, having experienced injustices and difficulties herself. She did this as an act of kindness. And how is she treated? Her entire message and errand of peace obliterated, by threats to objectify her body via releasing nude photos (if they exist, taken with assumed privacy).

Men (involved in this horrible scandal or who intend to view the photos if released), we have called on you to help and assist us with becoming full equals in this world, and you have disappointed us once again. The blood of this ongoing gender equality struggle is on your hands. To the “activists from Syria, to Sudan, to the Congo, raped in prison…[along with the] South African lesbians, raped to “correct” their sexuality”, this is your doing. You continue to participate in the perpetual cycle of victimizing women and bringing more discord (instead of peace) to the world.

Emma Watson makes a wonderful UN Goodwill Ambassador. If the campaign she champions is successful, she will have done tremendous good in the world. There is nothing about her private, consensual sexual life that has any bearing on the value of her work, the validity of her feminist views, or her integrity as a person. If her stolen nude photos are leaked on the internet in retaliation for her work, that will not mean that she was irresponsible or reckless, it will mean that she is brave

Women, we must hold our heads high and support each other.

Some days we are all we have to fall back on.

Another Reason To Love Emma Watson

This video has gone viral and for good reason.

I’m very glad and proud of the fact that Emma has stepped forward to address this issue – using her celebrity for good!

I think putting the correct definition of “feminism” out there is important, along with inviting men to come to the forefront, to be part of reaching true gender equality.

The video is a little longer than 10 minutes, but worth the time. It is very inspiring and moving and I give Emma a tremendous amount of credit for supporting this.

We can change the world – We’ve done it before.

If not us, who? If not now, when?

http://www.heforshe.org/

Interview Blues and Golds

I never knew having an interview go so shitty could make me feel so much better about myself (I must do this more often).

But seriously, I intend to.

Let’s just hope it goes a little bit better next time.

See, I’m an interview-newbie; Fresh-outta-college-grad who’s just starting to get her bearings together, slowly but surely beginning to understand how to live in the world. I’m more willing nowadays, too.

Let’s do this thing, you know?

So since I’ve finished up my (unpaid) internship this summer, I’ve been on 5 interviews – not a whole lot, I know – but I’m getting there. The one I had today was a phone interview, which I really don’t mind. It’s just the anticipation of the call that’s irksome sometimes.

So this phone interview – Piece of cake, right? Except for the fact that the job this interviewer was talking about did not match up to the job description AT.ALL. Nor the one I talked to the HR person about – She was my first phone interview regarding the position. Needless to say, I was completely taken aback, shocked even. Oh, it was the same position all right just the details seemed ever-changing and dancing away from what could ever be called “realistic” – at least to me.

Not to disclose too much information, let’s just say I thought this was going to be a clerical/computer job with training but really it was a technical/coding job about a lot of things no one told me I needed to know. So when my would-be supervisor was grilling me on how to run reports and queries for X, Y, and Z I was all like, “HUH?”.

I sounded like a blubber-mouthed, broken record idiot. But you know what? I didn’t mind it one bit. I was nearly laughing to myself. The guy was looking at my resume, but got none of my information right. Even looking at my resume, one would have to see I was not qualified for this job. I’ve been describing it to friends and fam as a “hilarious nightmare”. He then proceeds to quiz me on hypothetical tech situations using terminology I’ve never heard before with me on the other end saying things like, “Well, I don’t know. I’ve never had a position like this before” and “I don’t know, my experience doesn’t cover that”. I don’t even know what the position’s about anymore! The site description said one thing, the HR person another, and this guy did a complete 180 on that.

But I’m glad this happened. Now I know how it feels like to have an interview not go well (because so far *knock on wood* the rest have gone swimmingly). I think it’s important in the grand scheme of things to have experiences like this. It builds character and experience.

So cheers to the next one. And fingers crossed that someone else calls me back.

I know I have a lot to offer, and I’m waiting for my time to shine – in the golden rays of the sun 🙂

What Is My Bliss? …Really.

My mind moves at a million miles a minute, I swear. I’m constantly thinking about 5 million things at once. Yesterday and today it’s been: What is my bliss? No – really.

I don’t think we’re truly self-aware if we don’t constantly question everything we know, or should I say – everything we think we know.

A few months before graduating college I kind of had this profound, deep existential crisis that spiraled into about a week of depression, which consisted of: I don’t want to do music anymore. I hate it and want no part.

And I don’t know where it came from. Maybe anxiety and doubt due to the fact I didn’t have a job lined up, nor did I want to think about one. Could have been a childish response to a part of my youth coming to a close. Maybe I felt too dependent on it and that scared me. Maybe I was just tired of being in school for so long. When talking (or should I say shouting) to my my mom about it, I kept saying things like, “It’s been my life for so long, it’s like I’m not interested anymore” and “I feel like I know all there is to know, and I don’t know what to do with it anymore”.

I don’t think I feel this way anymore. I actually ended up crying in my room for a long time listening to Saves The Day’s Sound The Alarm, so music did get me through it after all (which I really resented at the time). I am still currently pursuing jobs in the music industry, I listen to music everyday, I still write songs, play guitar, etc. I think I just had a crack-up. But there are days (many days) where I catch myself making excuses when it comes to my own songwriting pursuits: Oh, I don’t feel like going to that open mic today and I don’t want to record this week and I don’t feel like going to that show. I almost feel like I’m sabotaging myself (which apparently really is a thing women tend to do according to Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes). I am I really lazy and harming my ambitions in the long-run, or am I just generally not interested and should just accept that fact and move on to something else?

All my life I feel I’ve pushed myself (or have been pushed) to do things I sometimes didn’t want to do, and sometimes when I did them, I’d feel really glad that I did. But I don’t know what this is – this feeling of hesitancy and closeted introverted-ness. I cringe at the fact at lugging my guitar somewhere. I like performing, but it’s mainly the fact that I have to go somewhere to go do it. And then that annoying question always lurking in the back of mind: Is this really all worth it?

I like doing things if I can anticipate a positive end result. Maybe that makes me spoiled? I’m not sure. But that’s the way I like to do things. But to be a musician is such an unknown. And I might I sound like a baby going on about this, but I’m really battling these feelings. Does it matter at all? Does anything matter at all?

And I got business cards with my songwriter info on them, I got a new feedback suppressor for my guitar. Why not use them, right?

I guess these thoughts are plaguing me as of late because there was an open mic at a place near me last night, and I decided not to go. To make myself feel better, I decided to go to my friend’s show instead which was in the same town. But then as the hour ticked closer and closer, I became less and less enthused and wanted more and more to just stay home and read or something. I didn’t like how that’s what I felt I really wanted. I felt like I was bullshitting myself – I should have pushed myself to go. Have I just been home for too long and that’s why I feel this way? I’m too comfortable here? (For TNG fans: Will Riker much?) I ended up getting a headache and went to bed right after dinner last night, anyway. So maybe I needed rest and I’m just making a big deal out of nothing.

The place I go to has a weekly open mic and I played it at the beginning of the month. It went great. The next week I had an interview scheduled for the next day, so I decided not to go, opting to go to bed in order to wake up well-rested and prepared. Then yesterday came.

I guess what I’m trying to get at is if I feel at peace, is it worth disturbing that peace to go and pursue something that disrupts that peace in a way? See, I hate the idea of wasting my life. And honestly, right now, I don’t feel that I am. But it’s the thought of the possibility that I am that creeps up on me. What if I could be doing more? But then for what? Why even push myself if it leads to nowhere? Do I just think music is my bliss because it’s been constant in my life? What if it’s not? What if I’ve transcended past that and it’s something else now? What if I’m just wasting my time pursuing some childhood dream? What is my bliss, really? Is there something more or am I just following a shadow of what I think I know?

Has anyone felt like this about anything? Let me know in the comments, y’all >>>

Peace and love,

<3-Roe