Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel…

I just completed a summer class in which 16 weeks of material was compacted into two weeks of hell! In March I signed up for a class entitled Psychology of Gender with a professor that I had previously taken. When class began last Monday I was rather oblivious to how much my professor, and more distinctively the class, would change my life.

We enter college hearing from those around us that college will change our lives. Once we enter college, big freakin woo, it’s a glorified high school campus with professors who could give a rat’s ass about how you do or who you are. Well at least the majority of professors are like that. I appear to be one of the lucky individuals who chose a department that has so much passion and desire for their students to achieve great things in life.

My first day as a psychology major I was told, “You will have classes that challenge you, classes that you fly through, classes that will beat you, and most importantly classes that will change you.” I remember looking at the professor and going “haha” in my head because at that naïve time in my life I thought, “how does a class change you?” However, today I realize how a class changes you. Today I realize how two weeks of rigorous, constant studying and writing and note taking can change who you are. It’s not necessarily the fact that I spent an average of five hours a night reading and taking notes, it’s what I got from the class.

I received a new sense of being, a new set of eyes, and a whole new respect for what I am, for who I am. I now view the world as a place of fear not hatred, fear of the unknown, fear of variation, fear of uncertainty. The most empowering moment for me came when we discussed religion. I am not a religious person; I do not conform to organized religion. I have faith, I have spirituality, and I stick to my beliefs, to me that is what is important.

For our class we were required to write reflection papers, papers including our thoughts and feelings of the material we had previously covered. My last paper is what I and many others like to think of as one of my best papers yet, and maybe I am being a little biased, but I don’t care. I got out what I needed to get out and for me writing has always been the best way for me to do that. It’s funny as I sit here and write this and think about the things I revealed in my paper, how similar it is to my previous posting on fate.

I’m posting my paper because as stated in the end, I want to make a difference, I want to open other individual’s eyes and that starts with letting people know how I feel. Because maybe my views can change your views, or at least get you thinking, and who knows how many people you could change!

One last note, I realize that this posting contains very controversial material and that everyone is open to their own opinion. So read further if you want, think what you want, but I challenge you to take me views into account as you read!

      I cannot begin to tell anyone how deeply affected and touched I have been by this class.  In a matter of eight days I have not only seen myself differently, but the people around me as well.  I find myself more and more aware of sexism and racism in the community and media every day.  I have discovered that many people are often unaware of their own prejudicial and discriminating acts against all sexes, genders, races, and ages.  I have deepened my own sense of respect for oppressed individuals including women, LGBT individuals, and the elderly.

       I began to reevaluate my personal views of members of the LGBT community after watching the film For the Bible Tells Me So.  I was raised Catholic, however never found myself discriminating or demeaning towards LGBT individuals.  To me they were human just as every other being on this planet, what they did in their personal life was none of my business or anyone else’s.  After watching For the Bible Tells Me So, I find myself struggling to identify as a Christian.  Do I still believe in God and have a strong faith?  Absolutely.  Do I want to be categorized as a person who hates exclusively same-sex attracted individuals, who wants to see an individual’s damnation to hell because of loving who they love?  Absolutely not.  I found myself emotionally enthralled by these individuals’ journeys of coming out, being accepted by their friends and family, and living the lives that they were born to live.

       I found each and every story touching in some way however, there were certain stories that stuck out and really challenged me to think.  One of the most challenging stories for me was that of the Poteat family.  When cameras first captured Brenda and David Poteat they were seen highlighting verses from the Bible, specifically ones that talked of homosexuality as an abomination.  During Mr. Poteat’s first interview he states that when the couple decided to have children, he prayed to God that his “son would not be gay” and that his “daughter would not be a slut.”  He concludes his thought by stating, “He did the complete opposite.”  What I found the most compelling is the fact that the Poteat’s believe homosexuality to be evil and an abomination unto God however, Mr. Poteat specifically states that “He,” to me meaning God, created his daughter to be a homosexual.  This statement seemed hypocritical and contradictory to me.  I am unsure of how he can say that his daughter is living in sin because she loves a woman, but at the same time say that God made her that way.

       By the end of the film I had discovered a recurrent theme spanning from family to family, this idea that homosexuality could somehow be prayed away.  Parents of the gay and lesbian individuals seemed to believe that frequent praying for conversion back to heterosexuality would indeed make their sons or daughters exclusively opposite-sex attracted individuals.   In the popular drama series Grey’s Anatomy, Sara Ramirez plays a lesbian doctor who abruptly finds out that her father is unaccepting and disgraced by her new ways.  In a recent episode her father returns, but accompanied with the family priest who believes he can help her go back to her heterosexual ways.  An enraged Dr. Torres begins to shout over and over, “You cannot pray away the gay!”  As I sat watching these parents try to pray for their sons and daughters I found myself wanting to say, ‘you cannot pray away the gay,’ and I think in time most of the parents began to realize that.  I find it unfortunate how few parents are excepting of their children when they find out they are gay or lesbian.  This movie challenged my beliefs in Christianity.  I do not wish to be part of a community that holds so much hatred for these individuals.  So I stick to what I believe, that God made each individual for a reason, that we all have a purpose in life, we were all put on this planet for a reason, and that who we love and whether or not we are identified as a female or male is irrelevant to that purpose.

       I began this class hoping to one day be a part of a world that views everyone equally.  In the end of her book, Crawford (2006) challenges us to imagine a world that is nearly opposite of today.  She wants us to imagine a world without sexual violence and abuse, a world without poverty, a world with equal opportunities for everyone, and most importantly equality across sexes, genders, and races (Crawford, 2006).  I cannot help but imagine what a wonderful world that would be.  At the beginning of this class I thought it was impossible for one student or one activist to bring about change.  Margaret Mead states to “never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people could change the world” (Crawford, 2006).  With the knowledge I have obtained from this class and a new found drive to transform a society, maybe I can be one of those people.   

So there it is, my baby, that I happen to be very proud of…I never dreamed that this class would change me the way that is has, I like to think for the better.  I challenge you to think about your life, about the person that you are, about the prejudices and discriminations you might hold against others.  Are they necessary? No.  Do you have reliable and valid reasons as to why you hold these thoughts?  Probably not.  Is a better world going to effect you?  Most definitely! You can join me in being part of a thoughtful and commited group.  Changing the world starts with changing yourself and your views on the world.  We have the ability to make this a better place to live. 

The ball’s in your court, it’s your decision on where you want to toss that ball next!

Invisible Dreams

You dreamed of being on stage from the time you first laid eyes on her.  She was the biggest and scariest beast you had ever seen, but you were one of the lucky ones, you got to touch her.  And you came to find out that she wasn’t gigantic and ferocious like she appeared, she was the complete opposite, kind and gentle.  So from that day forward you built a dream of being her trainer, of riding her fin, of teaching her to “speak” and of showing her off.  But as you grew older you came to realize what a peculiar dream it was, after all she is a whale, one that every child in the country knows, but she’s still a whale.  So you’re dream quickly fades, the overheated lights quickly dimmer to nothing and your once prominent dream departs to the back of your mind.  Until today when your dream resurfaced, only it was no longer a dream, it was a nightmare.  You have the ability to now be on that stage now, congratulations…only instead of standing on the side as a trainer; you’ve become the star of the show.  You’ve become the biggest, scariest beast that people have seen.  And you suddenly wish that what you’re seeing was true because then you would have the ability to dwindle far, far away.  You would have the ability to isolate yourself in the depths of the ocean floor, and it wouldn’t matter how big or scary you were because no one would even know you existed, to the world you would be invisible.

Do You Believe in Fate?

I was raised in a Catholic household, not necessarily a strict one, but we went to church every Sunday, we prayed before we ate, I was baptized, received First Communion, and was confirmed.  I never really had a say in what I believed in, what I wanted to do, but do kids every really have a say in that type of situation?  As I’ve gotten older I have increasingly gone to church less and less, kind of a play on words I know.  This doesn’t mean that I don’t have faith, that I don’t believe in God, or the afterlife, or fate.  I do, I believe in all those things, strongly as a matter of fact, but to devoted Christians, it’s a sin because I don’t go to church.  To people like my father, I have no faith, no spiritual relationship, none of the sort and it really irks me.

Someone asked me today if I believed in fate.  If I believed in some sort of predetermined destiny, some premeditated path that I was meant to live my life following.  And my answer…yea I do.

I believe that we all start out in this messed up world with a purpose.  And maybe not just with one purpose, maybe we are set out to do thousands of things in our lifetime.  But I think someone, somewhere has already made up their mind as to what we’re doing with our life, long before we can even comprehend who we are. 

Fate can adhere to so many situations:  education, career choice, where we end up living, who we fall in love with, opportunities that we seek out, the life we live to its up most potential.  Our lives change on a daily basis, the job you planned on having one day might suddenly change because you just got the opportunity of a lifetime to take that job on the other side of the country.  That bar that you’ve always hated, but is the only one on your way home from work led you to meeting the love of your life, the person of your dreams.  And that person gave you the life you never expected to have.  And all this, the life that you never anticipated being a part of, the life you can’t imagine living without, all changed because of that one phone call years ago.

To someone who doesn’t believe in fate or destiny this sounds ridiculous I’m sure.  Because how do you know that you would not have gotten that job eventually, or run into that special someone somewhere else in the world, how do you know?  It’s simple, you don’t, you just have to believe that things do happen for a reason.

I feel that one year ago my random decision to take a psychology class changed the rest of my life.  It is one path I crossed that has brought me into a whole other dimension of life.  I have plans now, real plans.  And whether I get in to Vanderbilt, or University of Washington, or Georgia State, well my life goes from there.  And honestly, I am so excited to see what fate has in store for me.

” Just because fate doesn’t deal you the right cards, it doesn’t mean you should give up. It just means you have to play the cards to their maximum potential.”

Never give up because life hasn’t turned out quite the way you expected…you never know what’s in store for you next.  The majority of people in this world live and die leaving behind untraveled paths because they never dared to try.  Don’t be like most people…dare to try…live life to its potential while you still can…give it a chance…it could be the best ride of your life.

I Like It So Much Better When You’re Naked

So I usually get the connection between the title of the episode and the moral of the episode, but this connection, nada…don’t see at all…No nakedness, and when we start to see a hint of nakedness, what do we get?

We are scratched in the face with chicken pox!!! Though I have to say if Mark was rubbin himself all up and down my body, I’d be perfectly fine, happy even, with the chicken pox, but sadly I fit in the Lexie/Arizona club and have already had them.  Damn it!!!

Alright so let’s start at the beginning, shouting match between Mer and Der…impressive on both parts.  He wants to turn the chief in, which I totally agree with 100% and she is afraid it will ruin his career.  Unfortunately his career is already ruined, he hasn’t been operating for what freakin two months now, how does a chief of surgery get by without actually performing surgery??  So they continue their little fight and then she brings a smile to by face by calling Derek her “husband”…aww our little girl has grown up!!!

” The Chief is gone… he’s been gone a long time.”

So Bailey finds out that the Chief has more or less stolen her surgery, though technically Meredith will be performing pretty much the whole thing.  And as expected she turns nazi, she’s pissed off, and may I say she has a right to be so.  But then I got a pang of pain for her…she turns from pissed off to disappointed, like she’s lost her mentor.  But in the end she comes back and kicks some Whipple ass!!!

“People do matter.  I matter.  We matter.”

The infamous love triangle…hmm where to start.  So Owen is in love with Cristina, Teddy is in love with Owen, Cristina tells Teddy she can have Owen if she will just stay on as Head Cardio, Cristina tells Meredith that she loves Owen.  So to sum everyone loves everyone, except poor Teddy, no one’s really loving (at least in a romantic way) her.

“I can’t even look at you right now.”

Seriously!!! We are talking to the president of the Dirty Mistresses Club…I’m sorry Mark has never cheated on anyone??  Don’t get me wrong I love Mark to death, but seriously to say something like that to Lexie, after you just boned Addie, seriously!!!! I just, I’m not comprehending that part.  I honestly felt awful for Lexie and yes last week I felt bad for Mark, but now he’s just a complete jackass.  I seriously like these two, I think they make an awesome couple, they have great chemistry…but ugh!!!

“I want you to go and be happy and not come back!”

So I sat there kind of stunned for a few seconds, because seriously he was all saying how much he loved her and then he’s pretty much like I never want to see you again, serious McAss!!! I’m not a big Izzie fan at all, personally I haven’t missed her one second and I think the show goes on fine without her, but I felt bad for her.  Here she was all ‘I’m back and healthy and I want to move back in and I’m getting a new job and we can do this’ and he just mentally slapped her in the face.

“Surgery or love, you have to choose!”

So this quote pretty much sums up the meaning of the entire episode.  Would you choose your job or the person that you loved?  Which one would come first in your life? And once again I agree with Iz…a job is a job, it’s a thing, there are jobs anywhere you go (especially when you are SGH drs), but love…true, fairytale romance, love is something you find once in a lifetime.  Now I’m not a surgeon, I don’t hold a beating heart in my hand, I don’t get to clip aneurysms in brains, I don’t save the lives of people, I don’t get to experience that high…but to me, if I had half of the “love” these people have, I would drop my scalpel in a millisecond.  Because a job is important, yes, but at the end of the day it doesn’t love you, it doesn’t make you feel wanted, it’s just there for you to come back to the next day. 

Favorite Quotes

  • “I’m begging you…take the gauze paws off!”
  • “Ah Meredith, the other half of the twisted sisters.”

So in Closing…

Lex Grey

What would you choose?  Surgery or Love?

Why?

I’m now in (almost done with) my third year of college and still to this day I cannot figure out why in your hardest classes do they always give quizzes/tests on the same days.  I mean seriously?!?!?! I’m convinced that they get together in little psych huddles and plan this.  Whatever it’s college, it’s the real world….but I won’t be taking tests in the real world!!!!

It’s What I Do!

So this is my first blog and for some reason today, well this morning, I’ve been all into doing stuff online.  I’m thinking that this will be a good outlet for me, a good place to vent my astrocities.  It’s what I do when I’m angry, or upset, or just down…I write.  And that writing could either be something like a story or just whatever, there’s no telling.  So I’m hoping that when shit hits the fan, I can just log on to my computer and come write about….ahh relief already