Showing posts with label world thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label world thoughts. Show all posts

Confessions of a Grey's-aholic

Fellow Grey's Anatomy junkies, unite.

It is what it is, I cried when Derek Shepherd died. This is significant because I am hardly what I would call an emotional person. True, I cried when Hedwig died and those patriotic country songs with footage of soldiers surprising their kids get me every time, but McDreamy? I did not see that one coming.

I mean, come on. He and Meredith were finally in a good place and they hung the broken glass post-it back on the wall and he realized what was important and he wanted to coach soccer! Everything was perfect! Poor Meredith was finally catching a break and getting to be happy and shiny. Not to mention Derek was so perfect with those accident victims and poor little Sydney from Parenthood and just as we were remembering why we loved him so much in the first place, bam. He dies at the hands of crappy doctors due to a brain injury. The irony. 

And Meredith! I mean the woman was pregnant with his child! Then she went off and named the girl Ellis, though I definitely think she should have pulled a Blake Lively and named her Derek, but far be it for me to intervene. If I had it my way Lexi and McSteamy would still be around, so clearly I'm not getting what I want around here. 

Fellow junkies, please discuss. 


*Sniff* I love you tumor wall drawing, I love you. 

The Nage, Netflix, and Peanuts

So. National Treasure is on Netflix. This is one of those things that is only great in context. If someone handed me a copy of the National Treasure DVD I would likely set it on my shelf and never watch it, I might even just throw it away. But because it's on Netflix, I'm stoked. It's like Ellen's view on peanuts on planes. If someone handed me a pack of six peanuts with my feet firmly on the ground I would throw it back in their face. But if I missed my six peanuts at 30,000 feet it would be grounds for a small riot.

What makes Netflix the airplane of movie watching? There are literally hundreds of documentaries on Netflix that I would never think twice about under normal circumstances, but once they are on Netflix I become borderline obsessed with them. Tiny houses? Don't mind if I do. Fed Up? Time to freak myself out by learning about childhood obesity.
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I'm pretty sure the entire Nicolas Cage cannon falls into that category. Scorcerer's Apprentice? Never. Oh, it's on Netflix? It's my new favorite movie. I once whet on a date with a guy whose mom went to high school with Nicolas Cage, and I was just like . . . Really? Are you using this as a bragging point? I'm pretty sure that's the worst claim to fame ever. I once touched the back of Taylor Swift's right arm and I think I have a better "in" in Hollywood. Heck, I think anyone who has ever seen the back of T Swift's right arm has more bragging rights than a former classmate of the Nage. 

Poor Nage. It's not his fault. It is? It might be. But hey, if I was an infamous typecast and my face was the bud of all terrible memes I would keep going in the name of making millions. Nage, more power to ya. Way to not let The Man bring you down. 

I salute you. 

Makeup: I'm doing it wrong

Truth: I am not what you might call fashionable. I have admitted to this fact before during the green leather jacket tabocle (update: I donated it), and I'm not here to pretend that anything has changed.

It's just that the fashion and beauty industries are terrifying, like your friend's cool older sister who you could never ask to change the radio station because of course they knew what the cool songs were. Looking at fashion blogs makes my palms sweat and my heart race increase, like waiting to be picked for a sports team and then realizing you will never be picked because you lack the basic understanding of what sports are. Kick the ball? Aim? What are the meanings of those words? Contour my nose? Wear a pan collar? How would one do such a thing? 

That being said, I do think I have a basic understanding of what is expected of me as a human who wears clothes and puts on makeup. Try to flatter your body, don't wear crocks. Try to match your foundation to your skin tone - your neck tone? - and don't get lipstick on your teeth. I get it. I can do that. But where I draw the line is, well, here:
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The Kylie Jenner lips. The falsies of lip injections. The extra hour in your beauty routine and the fear of your lips disappearing each time you drink something. I get that eye shadow and mascara can make my eyes look bigger and that under eye concealer can stop me from looking like a sleep-deprived monster. I'm willing to do those things. But let's not push our luck here, beauty industry. Let's stick to the basics and not complicate my morning chapstick routine. You feel me? More importantly, let's cut back on the things I have to do in order to feel OK walking into a Sephora, yeah? 

Intentionality

I realize I'm a little late for a Valentines related post, so yes. That is all I have to say about that.

I've been on a big intentionality kick lately - I want to make sure that we have traditions, routines and rituals that our kids can count on and that they can carry on to their own families. I want to be the fun mom who makes pizza every Saturday and who always makes my kid's birthdays extra special. I've always known that being intentional about family time is something I wanted to be really proactive about, but I guess I never really realized how much WORK it would be. 

Seriously. It turns out that if you want to have memories, you actually have to make them. A few years ago I found myself thinking how much easier it would be to just not decorate for Christmas. I mean seriously! You spend an entire weekend removing all of your decorations, pulling new ones out, and then doing the whole thing over again in a month. Let's just skip the tradition and be on with our lives! Also, imagine the storage space you could open up if you didn't keep holiday-specific decorations around. The possibilities are endless! I digress. Christmas is important and so are traditions. Decorations it is.

One tradition we had growing up was bringing Valentines cookies to our friends. I have always wanted to carry on this tradition, and I figured this year was a good one to start. Let me tell you, it was a serious reminder of how much work it will be to actually have legitimate family traditions. I mean, I've made sugar cookies before, it's not a big deal. But for some reason the whole process became 300 times more complicated when we were doing it for a purpose, and I realized that when there are little hands wanting to crack the eggs and frost the cookies the endeavor will become 300 times more complicated. But that's ok. I want my kids to have memories and special traditions. I want our family to be close and connected. If you want something you have to work for it, right? And what could be more important to work for than family? 





































I use this sugar cookie recipe. It is amazing and you will die and eat them all and gain 15 lbs. It will be worth it. 

Avocado Popsicle

Everyone's like, "here, eat some avocado popsicles," and I'm over here like, "that sounds terrible." Let's keep my chip dip away from my dessert, capiche?

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Like, I get it. Those look beautiful and natural and like, fresh or whatever, but then I remember that when you bite into it you're going to taste avocado. You guys, avocado. The thing you order at Chipotle and put on your tacos and bled with garlic to make guacamole. 

I can't help but feel like these popsicles would have an almost foamy texture. Not the good kind of foam like you get when you pour root beer over your ice cream, but a thick, mouth-coating foam like the cream that sat in the fridge for two days. Isn't their juice-like consistency the best thing about popsicles? You eat it, your tongue turns a fun color, and you wonder if you will be judged for eating another. But an avocado popsicle? I imagine it would leave your mouth feeling coated and thick, the opposite of cool and refreshed. 

Am I knocking it before I try it? Totally. Is that fair? Probably not. But I feel like the avocado popsicle is like Zumba, I don't need to try it to know I don't like it.  

Any experienced people out there? Am I way off?

Brains before Beauty

There is a clothing store based out of California that decided to go the non-traditional route when they put out their new spring line. Instead of contacting modeling agencies, they set out to find females with doctorate degrees. Buzz feed did an article about it that can be found here.

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I gotta be honest with you, I'm not sure how I feel about it. I feel like the these ads feature beautiful near-size-two women, models or not. Now not only am I not as beautiful/photogenic/thin as them, but I also don't have a PhD in Neuropsychology. It's impossible to see a woman's intelligence in a photograph, and being told that this beautiful model-esque woman is also majorly accomplished makes me feel even worse for not having a gap between my thighs. If these woman can have it all, what's wrong with me?

I appreciate the thought behind the gesture, but I'm not sure how well it was executed. Thoughts?

Elevators and children

Scene: Mid-afternoon, office building, Sadie gets on an elevator already occupied by a 3-year-old boy and his mother. 

Boy: "Why are you getting on? Get off!"
Sadie: "Get off?"
Boy: "Yes!"
Sadie: "But I need to go down!"
Mother: "That wasn't very nice, you need to say sorry."
Boy: "Yeah! Say sorry!"
Mother: "Um, no, you need to say sorry."
Boy: "Oh. I'm sorry. 

So what we learn here is that children don't like me? Children are protective of elevators? Children have no filter? I think we all know that children have no filter, and I also think that is my favorite thing about them. I am so fearful of/excited for the day my child points and exclaims loudly that "Mom!! Doesn't he know smoking is bad?!?"

There's just nothing you can do, you know? Once a child has spoken, the truth is out, and there is no amount of apology on the mother's side that can undo the damage.

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Mommy Cards

Ok. It's time to talk about it. Those Vista Print commercials, the free 250 business card ones? It's cool and all, but what get me is this line: "... use them as business cards, dating cards, mommy cards and more!"

Am I hearing this wrong? Did they just suggest that I hand out mommy cards? Am I the only one who has no idea what this is? Am I handing out cards letting people know that I am a mother, should they be interested in play dates they can call me? Am I offering mothering classes? Am I saying that I will adopt your unwanted children? 

Ok. I googled it. You guys, mommy cards are a real and actual thing with websites! One of these sites even has a list of the top 10 reasons that you need a mommy card:

Top 10 Reasons to use your Mommy Cards:
1.     New moms you meet and want play dates with
2.     Contact info for Babysitter
3.     Neighbors
4.     Existing friends (the cards are just too cute not to share)
5.     Put in holiday cards, birthday cards, thank you cards and more
6.     When dropping off your child at someone’s house for a play date or birthday party
7.     If your child is lost you can give out the card with their picture on it to help find them
8.     Keep one in your suitcase or diaper bag in case it gets lost
9.     Will make grandparents smile
10. Just for fun!

This is a joke, right? People realize that cell phones exist and are great for exchanging numbers and showing pictures? 

Is it just me? Are mommy cards a real thing that are actually useful and handed out regularly? Do you have mommy cards and do you find them useful?

Shed the light. Share the knowledge. But mostly, back me up. This is crazy, right?

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40 Days of Dating: What marriage is really about

There is this project going on called 40 days of dating where these two friends decided to date for 40 days and they're documenting it online. Here is a quote from the guy:

"I was thinking about some of my buddies who are in a relationship that doesn’t completely stimulate them. So many men and women accept this standard, it’s no wonder why half of all marriages end in divorce. Are we so desperate for companionship that we’ll compromise our happiness? Are we afraid to go after what we really deserve? And why don’t we realize this until it’s too late?"


His reasoning made me so mad. I don't even know why. But like, the purpose of the universe and the people in it isn't to make you happy. If you are looking for a relationship that is going to make you 100% happy 100% of the time then you are the most selfish human being. Have you ever thought that maybe sometimes you'll have to sacrifice to make your partner happy? Did you ever think that maybe your selfish attitude is what leads to all of those divorces? The people who stay in marriages aren't the people who are happy 100% of the time. They don't wake up every morning on cloud nine. They don't see sunshine and butterflies all the time. They still have problems, they have relationship issues, they sacrifice, they put up with the other person's emotions. "Are we so desperate for companionship that we'll compromise our happiness? Are we afraid to go after what we really deserve?" I hate the use of the word desperate. Are we so desperate to have a successful marriage that we stop thinking about ourselves for a moment? Yes, what a terrible thing to do. How terrible to have to learn to be selfless. How terrible to stop thinking about ourselves for a moment to try and figure out how to make someone that we love a little happier. And deserve? Are we afraid to go after what we really deserve? What makes you think that you deserve to be happy all the time? You don't deserve anything unless you've worked for it.

It's just such a contract marriage view. I'll give my 50% and the second I feel like I'm giving more into this relationship than I'm getting back, I'm out.

So so so so so so so so so so so so STUPID!!!!!!! What if you had that opinion about everything in life? Man, I am giving way more time and effort into this homework than it's worth. I guess I'll just quit. You know what? My job takes up so much of my time but it doesn't make me feel happy all of the time. I guess I'll quit. My religion is a full-time commitment but I don't always see the results. I guess I'll stop going to church. No. It doesn't work that way. You have to work for it. You might not always be seeing the results, but in the end the hard times are what make the successes so sweet.

You are never going to be truly happy if all you want is something that will simply make you happy. What if you went to your friends to vent after a long day and they were super supportive and helped you through it, but then when they came to you you thought "hmm, this conversation is kinda a downer. This friendship relationship isn't completely stimulating me right now. I want out." How could you ever expect to keep any relationships?

I don't know why people have this crazy thought that marriage is going to be the one friendship/relationship where you are happy 100% of the time. You're human, your partner is human, things are not always going to be perfect. The fact that this is enough to cause a 50% divorce rate sickens me. Have we really been raised so selfishly that we think we deserve everything?

Marriage is wonderful. Marriage is the best thing I have ever been a part of. But if there weren't challenges then our relationships would never grow. We as individuals would never grow. Nothing would ever change.

Sometimes it's about service. Sometimes it's about the other person. Sometimes you have to accept the fact that life isn't a fairytale and you might actually have to work to keep your relationship strong. Sometimes you might even feel less than completely stimulated.
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P.s. you should read the comment Katie left on this post. That girl has a gift of saying all the things I wanted to say but couldn't quite figure out how to word.

p.s.s. I've been thinking about it since I originally posted this and I just want to clarify. I didn't mean to personally attack this man, and I'm so sorry if it came off that way. With my major this topic is something I'm (obviously) passionate about, and that particular comment set off thoughts about things we discuss in my major regularly. I'm really grateful for Katie's comment which truly said everything else I was thinking. I understand everyone is on different parts of this journey and everyone has different ways of understanding and seeing things. I just wish that more people could go into marriage knowing that it isn't the cure-all, that it was going to take work. Anyway. I hope that clears up my thoughts a little.

Five steps to having a great day

Here's the thing: I try really hard not to sell myself short in my blogging. I try to find things to talk about that will leave people laughing, nodding their heads, or at the very least reading until the end of the post. I want people to be like, "sweet, Sadie blogged. This is gonna be good." I mean, duh. I think that's everyone's goal. But what I'm saying here is that I try to avoid fluff posting just to say I posted. I wanna make sure that I'm blogging because I have something to say, not because I want to up my followers. In this quest, I have tried to steer clear of posts like this:

Five steps to having a great day:

1. Start the night before by going to bed 15 minutes early. 
This way you have time to meditate about the previous day and get rid of all your negative energy. 

2. Leave time in the morning to give yourself a facial. 
If you take the time to pamper yourself, the world will take time to pamper you.

3. Think positively. 
The best way to do this is to stop yourself before having a negative though, and think of five positive things instead. You'll be amazed at the difference!

4. Ignore the haters. 
Remember that not everyone is as determined to have a great day as you are. Don't let anyone rain on your parade. 

5. Vomit rainbows. 
This way the world will know you are out to have a good time.
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Of course this post would be accompanied by a picture of myself twirling in a field with some "yay happiness!" quote on it to ensure that the post ended up on Pinterest. Yeah, I went there. We know what you're up to, other bloggers, we know. 

The issue with this goal of mine is that I sometimes find myself stuck in long periods of life when I don't find my thoughts to be blog worthy, and at these times it's really hard not to turn to pinterest-made self-improvement lists. 

In reality, I think I'm going through a blog identity crisis. Every time you read a list of "10 things to do to up your followers" the list tells you to find what you want to blog about and stick with it. DIY-ing? Great. Food? Go for it. Fashion? Werk it. But you guys, I don't have one thing that I like to blog about. If I happen to make some awesome food or I do something awesome with my apartment and I want to share it then I do. If I have a thought come to mind that I feel like sharing than I do. The issue is that I feel like successful bloggers who blog about similar things as me seem to fall back on the pinterest post regularly. And it's frustrating. That's all I'm trying to say.

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I have canker sores in my throat

You guys. All I know for sure is that I was understanding my stats class just fine until they decided to throw this baby at me:

Pro tip: don't leave an independent study class until a month before graduation. 

On an unrelated note, I currently have multiple canker sores in my throat. I would say it's like a 9 on the pain scale, and I've had screws drilled into my hips so yeah, I know my pain scale. The result of the cankers is that eating anything with more texture than a limp noodle is like the most painful thing ever, so my diet over the past few days has consisted of ramen and ice cream. It's been just about as good for me as it sounds, maybe a little worse. 

So this one time while scrolling through the mother of all craft inspiration I came across an iPhone case that allows you to use your phone while scuba diving. Right because you wouldn't want to miss any instagrams or status updates while you were swimming 60 feet under the ocean.

If you are one of the like two people who has tried to contact me via phone over the past month, don't take it personally. Unless you are my dentist, then yeah, I'm still a little bitter about the time you compared me to Ke$ha.  

I can usually assess my mood according the way my blog posts turn out. Mostly complaints? Biting remarks? Dripping with sarcasm? Time for a nap. And maybe some protein.

I have happy things and a trip to Morocco to talk about, so maybe check back after I've cranked out this stats class and then we'll chat. 

The biggest differences between Spencer and me

1. The way we watch TV

I have noticed that I am unique in my TV watching habits from a young age. I remember spending my days at the Perry's, occasionally finding ourselves scattered in front of the TV. Diana, being the oldest,  always had remote privileges. We would stop on one show and watch it until a commercial came on, then we would channel jump until she sensed it was time to go back. I was always amazed by her abilities to predict when commercial breaks would end. 

I have to admit, this process always gave me a bit of anxiety. I had liked what we were watching. What if she found something else she was more interested in and I never got the sappy message at the end of Full House? What if she turned back too late and I missed a funny post-commercial joke, or worse, a post-commercial plot twist? The possibilities were endless and terrifying. 

Do I have anxiety issues? Am I too lazy to hit buttons on the remote? Was I not blessed with the gift of discerning the length of commercial breaks? I may never know, but I definitely know that I never change the channel during the commercials. I even get a bit of anxiety when people fast-forward them on DVR. 

I know I'm weird because not only did the Perry family watch TV this way, but all of my roommates have watched TV this way. Whenever I've been watching with random people they watch this way. And Spencer? Spencer definitely watches this way. I worries me that I need to take a deeper look into TV watching habits. 

2. The way we make a PB&J

One morning in junior high I made a PB&J as my mother watched from a distance. When I was finished she chimed in, "well, I guess I'm the odd man out." I was thrown off, but she continued to inform me that I made my sandwich like my dad and like my mother's childhood friend, Marilyn. She said that she once watched Marilyn make a sandwich, spreading both the peanut butter and jelly out to the very edges of the bread before putting the pieces together. My mother watched this process in awe, wondering why she made her sandwiches so oddly. 

My mother, you see, did not spread the toppings to the very edge, nor did she spread them evenly over their respective pieces. It wasn't until she got married and noticed that my dad made his sandwiches like Marilyn, and when they had children and they said they liked Dad's sandwiches better, that she realized she was the odd-man out.

I haven't informed her yet, but I have found her a partner in crime. The first time Spencer made me a PB&J I looked at it in awe, wondering how someone could manage to make something so similar to the way my mother would do it. 


Comprehensive Sex Education

I posted this link on Facebook the other day. You should definitely read it, it's Elizabeth Smart's view on abstinence education. After posting it I got a question about what the alternative is, and when I read the comments left by other readers, I noticed that a lot people seem to oppose comprehensive sex education.

I get that. If we give our kids the knowledge aren't we empowering them to have sex? In my adolescent development class, we discussed this topic in great detail and I would like to share what the research says.

An article by Lindberg and Maddow-Zimet (2012) reveals that giving our youth comprehensive sex education does not increase the likelihood of them engaging in sexual activities, nor does it result in an earlier onset of sex. What it does increase is the level of protected sex, which lowers the number of STDs and unplanned pregnancies in youth. This same article states that sex education in general does not have an effect on if or when youth participate in sexual behavior. Comprehensive ed gives them the knowledge to make informed decisions about contraceptive use and partner selection, while enabling them to ask questions. Abstinence education fails to do so. In fact, youth who have an abstinence only education feel less comfortable asking questions about sex (Culp-Ressler, 2013). Additionally, if they are victims of sexual abuse, they are less likely to come forward and discuss what happened. They are also less capable of describing the abuse as they don't know the appropriate terms (Culp-Ressler, 2013). 

Beyond the school system, parental involvement is a huge factor in an adolescent's sexual behavior. As stated above, neither comprehensive nor abstinence education affects the if or when of a youth's sexual onset. However, there is an aspect that affects that very thing: communication. When parents teach children about their beliefs and values, a decrease in sexual behavior is seen. One research study looks at the importance of a parent's involvement in their child's sex education. Rue et al. (2012) looked at abstinence programs that included take home assignments. These assignments were designed to foster developmentally appropriate discussions about sex between parent and child, leading to smarter decisions about sex. I believe that if parents and children can discuss sex in an appropriate manner, their children will feel more comfortable coming to them with questions. In my class we learned that good parent-child relationships are correlated with fewer pregnancies, higher levels of abstinence, postponing sex, having fewer sexual partners, and higher levels of contraceptive use. 

I understand and respect that we are all entitled to our own opinions. I just know that a lot of the time I form my opinions on matters before I know what the research says. I wanted to get some of the research on sex education out there in the hopes that some of you can use it to help form your own opinions. I also encourage you to look at the research for yourself so you can get a broader scope than what I touched on here. I focused more on the pro-comprehensive side, and, as this is simply a blog post and not a research paper, I only used three sources, though many more are available. It is always a good idea to do your own research before coming to a conclusion on a topic.


References

Culp-Ressler, T. (2013). How teaching kids to accurately identify their genitalia can help prevent sexual crimes. Retrieved from http://thinkprogress.org/health/2013/04/23/1909631/kids-identify-genitalia-prevent-crimes/

Lindberg, L.D. & Maddow-Zimet, I. (2012) Consequences of sex education on teen and young adult sexual behaviors and outcomes. Journal of Adolescent Health, 51 332

Rue, L., Chandran, R., Pannu, A., Bruce, D., Singh, R. & Traxler, K. (2012) Evaluation of an abstinence based intervention for middle school students. Family and Social Studies Worldwide, 104 32-40

Recent Thoughts

The hardest thing I have done in my college career was three half-page biology lecture write ups. I need to start praying for the people in that major

Google Fiber is coming to Provo. This sounds cool and all, but a part of me agrees with my brother. How fast do we really need to watch cat videos? I guess I'll have to wait and see what this really means for us little Provoites

One more "keep calm" poster and I will scream

New favorite Laffy Taffy joke: 
Q: Why are kindergarten teachers so good?
A: They make the little things count


Old favorite Laffy Taffy joke:
Q: What were Tarzan's last words?
A: "Who greased the vines?"

I read an article about why the dove beauty sketches made this girl feel uncomfortable and a little bit angry. I have a lot of thoughts on it, but I'm still waiting for them to sort themselves out in my mind before I share them

I am choosing to believe that if I pretend like my finals don't exist, they won't exist. So far it's working great

I once openly admitted to not finding grumpy cat funny, but I find this one hilarious
















The Top 2 Problems With the World

Number 1: This advertising 

The other night dinner was Taco Bell. No judgment. As we were leaving the parking lot I noticed this sign posted in the window:


I'm sorry, what? First of all, collect? No, you do not collect food, you eat it. Collecting something means you set it on a shelf or in a binder to pull out and show distant relatives. I'm pretty sure collecting food is called hoarding. Let's not. 

Second, two? Really? Collect all two? Is this like the beginner's guide to collecting? If stamps or coins are too intimidating you can start here! For just $1.39 each you can start your very own collection! Warning: collectors items left of the shelf too long may start to ferment. 

Number 2: This movie casting


If you haven't seen Saints and Soldiers then I am about to completely ruin it for you. Deacon dies. The main character, the one you come to love and care for, he dies. I was pretty bitter about it, and I wasn't excited to see number two. However, a few minutes after turning it on Spence and I were staring at the screen in disbelief. Right there, on our screen, was Deacon. But he wasn't Deacon, he was just the same actor playing a completely different character.

What? You guys, you just can't do that. That's like having Sirius Black come back in the 6th and 7th movies playing a death eater. "Wait, isn't that . . . ? Oh, no, I can see the dark mark on his arm. Must be someone else."

I'm no film professional or anything, but I'm pretty sure if you're making a sequel to a movie where the main character dies, you can't have the same actor play another character in the second movie. Yeah?

Storage Space and Grown Ups

My sisters-in-law came over for a sleep over a while ago. At one point I was in the bathroom with the youngest, Lucy, age 10, when she made a comment about our cool three-sectioned mirror that provided many angels to admire yourself from. I replied that saying, "Yeah, but that's not even the best part!" I continued to open the mirrors, revealing the extra cupboards behind. "Extra storage space!!" There was a moment's pause before Lucy responded with a very unenthusiastic, "cool." I made a mental note: too young to be excited about storage space.

It was an odd moment for me. One of those moments where you look back on your life and wonder when you grew, when you started becoming an adult, when you started understanding these things. 

When I was about 14 my family went  to visit my sisters in Texas. While we were there we went house shopping, not because we were planning of moving but because those houses were huge and beautiful and we love doing that kind of thing. 

We found the perfect house. It was gorgeous. It had two staircases, something I had always coveted. It had a beautiful kitchen, a theater, a walkway over the garage, even a hidden room behind a bookcase. I was smitten.

I started trying to convince my parents that we needed to move to Houston. How much did my dad really like his job anyway? If we moved we would be closer to the majority of my siblings. If we had this house I would be happy. I was ready to start putting together a power point on the topic when my mother seemed to pull the ace of all house rejections: it didn't have enough storage space.

Not that this dream of moving into this house would ever have been near a reality, but I hated that excuse with ever fiber of my being. Storage space? What? You have got to realize how lame that sounds. But my dad jumped in on her side of the story and I knew my arguments were done.

The thing is, looking back now, I realize they were right. The only space in that beautiful home that would provide storage was the baby of a room behind the bookcase, and using a space that awesome for something that mundane would be like using a visa gift card to pay bills. Laaaammeee.

And so I sit here wondering when I became aware of this "adult" point of view, and wondering in what other ways I have grown without ever realizing it. 

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My life in pictures

I guess I just wonder if he realizes what will happen when the doors open...?
What we have here is false advertising. More like
"Picture of 80-year-old Latino woman next to a 20 year old white girl."
I bought Spencer a remote control helicopter for Christmas. He's been pretty good at getting it to fly around the apartment, and this morning as I was sitting on the couch the helicopter flew out of the bedroom and over to where I was sitting with said message attached. It was amazing and hilarious.
What we have here is a little thing called "Sadie trying to put off her paper."
Thanks for letting me procrastinate with you.

A Letter to the CEO of Victoria's Secret


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I wanted to write to tell you my thoughts on the new teen lingerie line you have produced. I have spent my life watching models with curvy bodies and perfect figures line the runway. With this image of the “perfect woman” constantly thrown in my face, it has been difficult to find happiness and peace with my body. We live in a world that tells women that what is on the outside is more important than anything else she has to offer. We do not live in a world that celebrates women. The passing of the 19th amendment furthered women's rights, the feminist movement brought out voices of women all across America; however, women are still repressed, and it is other women who are doing the repressing. A woman is not celebrated for being smart. She is not set on a pedestal for her accomplishments. A woman today is seen by other women as something to sized up and compared to, then judged accordingly. It is not men who are doing this to us. It is a combination of other women, and the media.
As women today, we cannot go a day without having the image of a sexualized woman thrown in our face. We are constantly being told that “sexy” is the only thing to be, and the only way to be sexy is to look like the airbrushed models on the covers of magazines. With such an impossible standard it is no surprise that women suffer from so many eating disorders, depression, and self-satisfaction issues.

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As a prospective mother, the idea of raising a daughter in a world with this media terrifies me. How am I ever to raise confident, smart, self-assured girls when, for every positive message I give them, the world gives them ten negative? The sexualization of women is being aimed younger and younger, and is indeed moving from women to girls. By putting teen idols such as Justin Beiber on the stage of the recent Pink fashion show, and using younger, more youthful looking models, your company is encouraging young girls to sexualize themselves. The message being sent is not one of self worth, it is one of a need to be aesthetically pleasing to men. The message is that what you have to offer as far as brains and personality is meaningless. If you don’t have the body of a photoshopped mannequin, you are of no worth. 
As I am only one individual with one voice, I fear that I will never be a powerful enough force to get my message across to you. However, mine is not the only voice calling out in protest. Mothers across the nation are taking actions against your attempt to make their 15- and 16-year-old girls feel like sex is the only way they can find love. News stations across the country have featured your new line, questioning your ideals and how your advertisements are affecting teenage girls psychologically.

At this critical time of development in a girl’s life, when she is truly developing who she is and what she believes in, teens need role models, not runway models. They need someone to stand up and show them what an education can do for them, to be an example of what hard work and dedication will get them. They need people who look inside and see their true beauty, not someone to tell them they are overweight or not sexy enough to ever be loved, or even be paid attention to.  

And so I am putting my voice together with the masses. Together with mothers across the globe, together with teenage girls who struggle to love themselves. From boys who want to marry self-respecting women, to daughters who want strong role models, I am asking you to consider the effect your marketing has the minds of our youth.

Update: I got a response in the mail a few weeks later. On pink paper. I was informed that the teen line was in fact a "college line" and thanked for my concern.

Off with their legs

Let's take a flash back to the time when I debated that all female BYU students should have their legs cut off in the name of modesty.

Right here.

And now let's see some further support.

Right there.