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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.

World Wide Web

I sat down a few hours ago to start finish a biology paper that's due tomorrow. It took about 30 minutes before I found myself googling which celebrities I should be following on instagram*.

Here's the thing. Today marks the first day in just under two weeks that Spencer and I have had internet in our apartment. It was a long, hard road, but we managed. We endured many helpless phone calls to netgear, emails to management, and conversations with the geek squad. Our problem was identified yesterday, and today has been our first day back in civilization.

But here's the other thing. After the initial inconvenience of the situation wore off, I actually kind of liked not having internet in the apartment. Am I crazy? Probably not. It was truly amazing. When we were home, we were home. When we were writing papers, we were writing papers. We learned to finish all internet-necessitating tasks while on campus, and we learned to maximize our time at home.

The problem is that I know how ridiculous that really is. If I don't want to google random things while writing papers, then I shouldn't google random things while writing papers. Have I no control over my actions?? Can I not refrain from google if I want to?

Apparently not. But please tell me I'm not the only one. Who else gets crazy distracted by the world wide web?

As a matter of interest, today I applied for a program to get my associates in graphic design. I have never felt so happy or excited or right about a decision. Ok marriage. But you get what I mean.

*Lauren Conrad - @laurenconrad
Hillary Duff - @hillaryduff
Zooey Deschanel - @zooeydeschanel
Emma Roberts - @emmaroberts6
J Beibs (not following but he came up on every list)
Mindy Kaling - @mindykaling
Taylor Swift - @taylorswift
Jamie Lynn Spears - @jl777

The Easter Prank

Last year I experienced the power of the internet in a big way. Here is how it went.

Sacrament meeting on Easter Sunday had just ended. Bronwyn turned to me and voiced exactly what I was thinking: she was feeling really sick. We sat a debated the pros and cons of going home. We really didn't feel our best, but leaving church 2 hours early on Easter seemed like a sin. We decided to stay, which turned out to be one of the best decisions we had ever made. 

Once church was over Bronwyn and I headed back to the apartment, Jennie and Natalie staying for church meetings. Bronwyn stopped at the apartment below to ask if we could borrow some toilet paper, because that's what you do when it's Sunday and you realize you're out. I continued up to the apartment and, upon opening the door, was met with the greatest surprise of my life. 

Where our couches had once been there were trees, our carpet replaced by grass. Our usually silent apartment was filled with the sound of chirping birds, and then I saw it. Something small and white was running along the back wall of our living room.

It was terrifying. I closed the door before whatever it was could get to me, and slowly it sunk in. We had been pranked, and we had been pranked good. But I couldn't let Bronwyn know, I needed to see her genuine reaction.

I went down stairs armed with my poker face, which it turns out I don't actually have. She knew immediately that something was up, and asked me who was waiting in our apartment. She continued asking until she opened the door, when she, too, was terrified. 

I can't even explain it. People ask us all the time why we all closed the door, and I just think how I know they would have done the same thing. In place of our living room was a magical fairy woodland, and there was nothing to do but close the door and see if it disappeared. 

It was probably 30 seconds after I opened the door that I knew who had done it. The boys of apartment 83 were our good friends, and they were known for their pranks, but this one was over the top in an amazing way.

They had set up cameras around the apartment and soon had a video put together for YouTube. We were hoping to get around 1,000 hits, but after it had been up for about an hour we were to 4,000. It was a surreal feeling. The numbers continued to grow, topping out at around 800,000, though they have slowly grown since then.

It was amazing to see how one little YouTube video led to news interviews, Huffington post articles, 2012 in review blogs, etc. It was amazing to witness something I was a part of go viral.

Andy Warhol said that, in the future, everyone would have their 15 minutes of fame. This was mine, right here.

FAQ answers:
• Nope, none of us were dating any of them.
• No, this video did not result in any marriages. However, one of the guys involved is engaged to a Crookston who moved into that same apartment. No relation as far as we know, but this is part of my life's biggest coincidence, which I will share in a later post.
• It cost each of them $35 dollars.
• The animals were given to Adam's boss, who has a farm.
• And, as a matter of interest, my favorite YouTube comment: "Bronwyn? Is she an elf?"

I'm fairly certain I'm going to be killed

Here is the thing. I love watching shows like America's Most Wanted and anything on Investigation Discovery. Yesterday Spence was flipping through the March Madness games and I made him stop on Mystery Detectives. We watched three episodes about three different murder trials*. I don't know what it is, they just fascinate me.

But here is the issue. They also freak me out. Big time. We're talking can't sit with my back to a room or fall asleep for a week kind of freak me out. Last night it took me a ridiculous amount of time to fall asleep and if Spencer moved far enough away that I couldn't feel him I would jerk awake in certainty that I was going to be killed. When I finally fell asleep I had a dream that one of my fellow Tucanos  employees from back in the day was murdered and I was a witness**. It was terrifying. 

It gets worse. 

Spencer left to do his home teaching today at noon, in the middle of the day, and I had a heart attack. I turned on Pandora so I wouldn't feel so alone, and when the music first started playing I jumped like a foot in the air. On edge, much? Later he went to pick up his brother to bring him over for dinner. He left shortly after I woke up from a nap, and I made him wait until I had checked our tiny apartment for intruders. 

We watched "When a Stranger Calls" on Halloween and I still get scared when I think about it. That scenario is literally my worst fear. I would die of fright before the creepy guy could even get to me. No joke.

Why do I keep watching these shows? I know how much they freak me out and how susceptible I am to fear, but yet I can't stop. They fascinate me. Sometimes I go through phases of banning myself from them but I always end up watching one in the end. 

Why?? Why am I so addicted to this form of media even though I know how bad it is for me?

What form of media do you keep coming back to even though you know you shouldn't?

*One of them was about a girl who was killed walking through her college campus. There was a creepy little path through the bushes everyone walked through and that's where she was attacked. You guys, it took them TWENTY FIVE YEARS to build an overhead pass so students wouldn't have to walk there anymore. I'm sorry. One girl gets killed there and I am never walking there again. I would move, quit my job, drop classes, whatever it took to avoid that spot like the plague. 25 years to build an overpass. Awesome. 
**Kristi & Sierra, no fear. It wasn't you.

Just a hanger, not a human

I was doing some online shopping yesterday - and by that I mean online looking because my clothing budget is currently zero - and I found some cute dresses. Particularly this one.

I looked at that dress and I thought, "yeah. That looks good. I should own that." It then took about a second for me to remember that the model in this picture is a size zero, and that I am not a size zero. Would this dress look good on me? How would I ever know? Would this be a fashion disaster? I came to the conclusion that they need to have size six and eight and twelve models as well so you can see what it looks like on someone who isn't shaped like a bean stalk.

With this idea freshly on my mind I went to my media class today and we talked about models. The average model in the U.S. is a size zero. No surprise. However, when asked the size of the average American woman I guessed a size six, maybe an eight. Negative. The size of the average American woman is a size twelve.* 

You know when an ad or an episode of Americas Next Top Model features a "plus size" model and you just sit there thinking, "great, I will never achieve anything. If that girl is plus sized then I'm the fattest person in the world." Turns out the average plus size model is a size six. My friends, that is half the size of the average American woman. Let's be a little nicer to ourselves. 

Our class discussion moved on to if we thought this needed to change. My answer is a definite, without any doubt, YES. However, one person in class raised their hand and said they had heard that size zero models are used because they don't want the model to distract from the clothing, they want the model to act as a hanger, if you well.

My first thought? There is such a thing is an actual hanger, so if that's the effect they're going for I have a great alternative. My second thought: I don't want to see my clothes on a size zero hanger. I want to see my clothes on someone who looks like me. I want to know what this is really going to look like when I put it on. I don't want to take my clothes off of the literal or figurative hanger and realize it looks completely different.

But alas, they don't use "plus size" models because they would distract from the clothing. Yes. That is what I want to hear. No one looks at the clothes you wear anyway because your non-size-zero body is too distracting. Good luck with your self-esteem.

What do you guys think? My totally bias opinion aside, do you think seeing clothing online in someone your size would be distracting? Would you be more or less likely to buy things?

*When I asked Spencer what he thought the average size was he said 20. I don't know if this says more about his perspective of American women or his lack of sizing knowledge.

Give me a smartphone or give me death

Alright you guys here is the basis of all our problems: In a recent study, 85% of people said they would rather give up water than their smart phone. I can't make this stuff up. Another study showed that people would rather give up their sense of smell, so, that's an issue.


A confession? When I thought about what I would do if I had my smartphone taken away from me my first thought was, "get a Kindle!" Right. So basically change nothing.

I like to think that I could have my phone taken away without any withdrawal symptoms, but I don't know how optimistic that is. 

I have a pretty clear memory of the process of trying to convince my mother that I needed a cell phone. "But Mom! I'm going to start dating and what if I'm on a date with a crazy person and I need to call you to tell you they're trying to kill me?!" I got a phone for my 16th birthday, so I guess my potential-murder-victim argument was pretty convincing. 

Before my sweet moment of triumph there were many moments of persuasion. I tried every angle, but mainly I tried to explain to her that once we had cell phones we wouldn't be able to imagine how we ever survived without one. She would rebuttal that people were living just fine without phones for centuries. Yes, mother, but people also survived without indoor plumbing for centuries. You've got to embrace the change.

While I still think this is true, I wonder if maybe we've embraced it a little too much. I honestly cannot imagine going back to something other than a smartphone. What would I do? How would I pass time waiting in the dentist office? What if I was at the store and needed to Google a recipe? How would I order a prescription refill at Wallgreens? What if I wanted to tweet on the go?

Last night I was sitting on my couch staring at the mess that was leftover dinner on my table. I knew I should get up and clean it, but I decided to play Unblock Me on my phone instead. I wasted so much time. How much more would I get done if I wasn't constantly checking in with the world or trying to beat my own high score? I need to find a happy medium.

What do you do to control your phone usage?

The Beards are Back

On the first day of this media class our professor had us go around and share our favorite TV show, and  why it was our favorite. I went into instant panic mode. In that moment I became utterly aware of the amount of TV I watch, and the prospect of picking a favorite was terrifying. I needed to pick something that not everyone would choose, but it also couldn't be something lame that I would be judged for, like anything recently produced by ABC Family. Sorry. 

Gilmore Girls? Downton? Chopped? Buffy? Prison Break? 24? Parenthood? Beauty and the Beast? The Office? White Collar? Lie to Me? Modern Family? Community? Sherlock? This list is getting embarrassing, and I think you get my point, so let's move on.

As my turn approached I knew their was only one thing to do: I had to go with my most recent obsession.


Duck Dynasty. No judgment.


Before we go any further, let me tell you that this show includes a man named Mountain Man. Yes.

I have to admit, when Spence first stopped on this show and told me it was about a bunch of rednecks who became millionaires off of duck hunting calls, I had my doubts. Serious doubts. But it was probably seven seconds later that I had my first laugh attack/ab work out, and I have been hooked ever since. 

This show is hilarious. This family is so. ridiculously. redneck. I feel like watching this show is a cultural experience, it shows me a world I never knew existed. Even though these people are millionaires you can tell their money hasn't changed them. They are a strong Christian family and each episode has legit family-oriented messages. It's great. 

Parenthood

It is what it is you guys, I love Parenthood.

The first time I saw a commercial for it and realized Lorelai was making an appearance I knew I was going to love it.

I love watching and wondering how I would react in those situations. I love the character development. You guys, Amber? That girls has grown so much from the first episode. I love the relationship between the parent siblings. I love the acting. I loved the prom episode because everyone was awkward and no one knew if they were going in for a handshake or a hug and it felt real. It just feels like real life to me. It's things I've gone through, things I fear going through, and things I never even thought to think about going through. It's a family going through hardships and trials but in the end always being there for each other.

What do you love about your favorite TV show?

Girl needs to be slapped

We just started watching Downton season 3. I didn't really know what to expect other than the normal awesomeness, but I definitely knew something big was going to happen as people kept telling me to tell them what my reaction was. I was doing a great job avoiding the news, but as I was on Facebook the other day I definitely scrolled through a status that almost gave everything away. I freaked. I acted.


I hoped it got my point across. Stop posting spoilers, you are the worst.

Over the past few days we've dedicated many hours to dearest Downton and we definitely came across the thing that people have been going on about. I was so so glad I didn't know before hand, it made me feel legit when I called it. 

So today I'm sitting in the waiting room in the doctor's office and I overhear the girls at the desk. 
"Hey, do you watch Downton Abbey?"
"No, but I heard that *insert spoiler here* happened this season cause everyone on facebook kept going on about it."

Um, you guys. I freaked. Cue my inner black woman. Excuse me? You say what? Girl, you best be glad I already seen that or I would hit you upside the head. 

So that's a healthy relationship with a TV show, right? People giving things away makes me want to slap them? Why does TV do that to us? How does it draw us in so fully? 

What TV shows are you way too attached to?

Disclaimer: I am not actually a violent person, nor do I slap people

Cheerios: the proclaimed magic weight loss pill


I think it's pretty clear that the purpose of this commercial is to make you believe that eating Cheerios will make you lose weight. But did you catch that last part? "People who eat whole grains tend to weigh less than those who don't."

Ok. Let's think about this. Is eating whole grain the variable that causes people to tend to weigh less? Can you think of any others?

Maybe people who eat whole grain are more conscious of what they eat. Maybe they're more health conscious in general. Maybe people who eat whole grains also tend to work out more. Maybe the average whole grain eater has a faster metabolism. Whole grain items tend to cost more than white flour products, so maybe people who eat whole grain have more money to invest in groceries, weight loss products, gym passes, etc. And note the key word "tend." There is no promise that people who eat whole grain will weigh less than those who don't. The use of the word almost says "there isn't any conclusive evidence but we've noticed that a lot of skinny people eat whole grain."

So. Is eating whole grain, specifically Cheerios, actually going to make you lose weight? I don't know, I've never done a study. However, the fact that they couldn't come out and say that in their commercial makes me think the answer is no. I'm not saying that eating Cheerios is bad for you, I'm just saying you have to be carful when taking in the information that advertisements are giving you.

Books from my past

We did an assignment on our favorite book from childhood and from adulthood. We were suppose to blog about it, but I feel weird about it because I have already blogged about both of these books. Harry potter here, and the hiding place here.

And so I began to think about other favorite books from my childhood and youth. I had many. They all touched me one way or another, but the one I remember reading the most was called A Time For Dancing.

To be honest I don't remember much about the book, just that one of the main characters had cancer, and the first time I finished the book I was on a plane. I was so embarrassed to be crying in front of people. I don't often cry from books or movies, so this was a big deal.

I don't remember what I connected with in this book. My best friend moved the summer before high school, maybe I associated with losing a friend? I have always feared cancer. Maybe I was fascinated by the portrayal?

I'm not sure what touched me about this book, but I am going to go search through the shelves of my parents home and find my old copy. I know it will be a quick read, I'm going to go through it again and see if I can more accurately pin point why I loved it.

Has anyone else read this book? Do you have a book from your youth that you read over and over again?

4 reasons why pinterest is the worst

My thoughts on Pinterest are exactly the same as Jennie's

First, I love it. There is no better place to learn how to store your extra plastic bags, how to break in your new shoes, find doodle inspiration, learn amazing pranks, get outfit ideas, or learn how to make a bookshelf double as a sand box than Pinterest. It is by far the most convenient way to store all your recipes and get wedding inspiration while also remembering the bracelet you want to buy. 

Remember life before pinterest? Remember making bookmark folders and saving images to your desktop? Ah, the good old days.

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But here are my issues:  

1) Pinterest makes me feel productive

Shouldn't that be a good thing? No, because I am not actually being productive at all. The other day I went through and organized my boards. I had this mass "Design/Items/Photos" board that was becoming a contestant for hoarders and I knew it was time to split it up. I spent a good chunk of my day creating new boards, alphabetizing boards, rearranging boards, deleting double pins, etc. When I was done I felt a distinct feeling of accomplishment.

Don't worry, it was short lived, soon to be replaced by a feeling of pathetic-ness. No, Sadie, rearranging pinterest boards is not productive. Cleaning the house is productive. Doing dishes, finishing homework, organizing my home, these things are productive. I think we often get caught up in pinterest, losing hours and never realizing where they went because they made us feel "productive."

2) Everything is the same as everyone else's

The other day I came across of list of Pinterest Wedding Don'ts. It was a compilation of ten things you don't want to have at your wedding or it will look the same as everyone else's. Burlap, stripped straws, haystack seating, mustache photo booth, etc. And it's true. We all see and pin the same things which makes them less unique and therefore less noteworthy when you decide to put them into action.

You wrote "Andy" on the bottom of your brown boot like on Toy Story? Yep, seen it. You have melted crayon art in the kitchen?* Yeah. You and the rest of the world. You made your baby's leggings out of an old skirt? Turned a man's shirt into a summer dress? Substituted apple sauce for oil? Did a cool braid in your hair? Yes. You and everyone else.

I feel like my main source of inspiration lately is Pinterest, and I have lost the ability to think outside of the creative box it provides me. This in itself is an issue, but it becomes more of an issue when everyone else gets their inspiration from the same place. No one is impressed with other peoples ideas anymore because the ideas are coming from the same place

3) Pinterest is more beautiful

Back to wedding receptions. What if everyone came to your reception picturing your beautiful pinterest wedding only to be let down by your real-world portrayal? There is no way to live up to professional photographs of professionally designed events. 

I believe this is a nice example of this.  

4) Loss of appreciation

Sometimes I'm scrolling through pages of beautiful things and something catches my eye. I remember it as one of the first things I saw after joining pinterest. At the time I thought it was beautiful, I thought it was exquisite. But as I see it now I simply think "Ah, must be someone new pinning that. It's old news."

What?? NO!! I once found the very idea of that thing was mind-blowing. I thought it was the funniest, prettiest, most well-worded thing I had ever seen in my life. But I have gotten use to it now and I don't appreciate it. 

I hate how bored I am getting with beautiful things. I scroll through my homepage with such little thought when in reality I should be freaking out over everything I see.

*guilty 

Arguments and Cat Videos

I read a quote the other day. I don't remember the source nor can I quote it verbatim, but here is the summary:
If someone from the 50's were transported to this day and I had to explain technology to them I would say that I have a device in my pocket that can access all of the information in the world and I use it to get in arguments with strangers and watch cat videos.
I love this. I hate this. I realize how pathetically true this is and I want to cry.

I remember being in 7th grade watching Channel 1 news. A commercial came on for the newest cell phone, a flip phone that could not only take 15 second videos, but it would allow you to send the videos via text message.

My mind was blown.

Upon seeing our star struck reaction my teacher turned off the TV and told us all to pull out a piece of paper. He wanted us to write down this advancement in technology and try to imagine how the cell phone could become more advanced.

I did the first part of the assignment just fine, but after that I mainly left it blank. Advance further than sending 15 second video clips? Psh, yeah. Ok. Maybe 30 second videos, but don't get crazy.

And look at me now. An Android. A smart phone. A device in my pocket that can access all of the information in the world. And how do I use it?

I wouldn't say that I necessarily get in arguments with strangers or watch cat videos, but what I do use my phone for is not much better.

Since reading this quote I have become much more conscious of my internet use. Facebook, pinterest, refresh a few times, twitter, email, school, facebook, email, pinterest . . . you know the drill.

We have such an amazing opportunity through the media to learn and accumulate knowledge. With this realization I have started going out of my way to Google things. If I have a question or there is something I don't fully understand I have decided to stop taking this amazing tool for granted, I look it up and learn all that I can.

How do you use your internet?

Imitation

Matilda was one of my favorite movies as a child. I mean, duh. The girl could move things with her mind and make pancakes at the age of three. She was my idol. Once my neighbor asked if I needed help getting my bike from the garage and I replied, "No thank you, I think I can manage." What did that mean? I had no idea. But that's what Matilda told the librarian so I was pretty sure it was legit. 

A while ago my friend's five-year-old informed her that being late to the party would make her and "abomination," a word she learned from some light television viewing. 

Have you ever witnessed a child break out in Spanish only to realize Dora is turing the rising generation bilingual? Or what about those baby dancing videos? I'm sure you've seen this by now, but if not, get on it.


What I'm getting at here is that kids learn from the media they watch. A boy in my media class brought up a great example. He has had the opportunity to interact with many people who learned English from the media. He said it's really easy to tell the difference between the ones who learned from Arthur and those who learned while playing Call of Duty. It's important to pay attention to the messages in the media your child is watching. Remember that they observe everything they see. 

Why foreign movies are the best

When I was little my parents would bring home all these foreign films and try to convince me that they were awesome. Here's the thing, they were right. They were awesome.

I would start watching all begrudgingly just being grateful that reading the subtitles counted for my daily reading time, but by the time the movies were over I would be all into these little Chinese boy's lives or praying that the genius Italian kid would win the lottery. What can I say, my parents knew what was up. 

I guess it's been a few years since my latest foreign movie viewing, cause last time I was presented with one I adopted my old mindset. My brother-in-law was routing to pop in this Spanish film about a mom separated from her son. Sounds depressing, let's not. But the majority ruled and next thing I know I'm sitting on the edge of my seat crying along with this little boy's journey. 

Ok not really. I never cry in movies. But I definitely stayed awake for the entire thing which is saying so much. Like, so much you guys. 

The story is about a little Mexican boy whose mom is working in the States trying to earn money to bring him to meet her. I loved the movie because it didn't have any of the cheesy sappy attitudes that American movies can produce. Everything was (reasonably) realistic and there was some amazing character development. 

But I think my favorite thing about the movie was the cultural awareness it offered. It really focused on the Mexican perspective of crossing the border and working to bring your family together. It's so easy to get caught up in your perspective and forget to take other's lives into account. It was a good reminder that the media can provide perspective and give insight into lives that you aren't familiar with. We're so lucky that we can learn about other cultures and lifestyles in this way.

Inaccurate Perceptions

This is a good look. She's got a nice hair color and some good eye makeup going on. And then you take a look at her neck. Or, ya know, the lack thereof.
Fun little dress and shoe combo. Too bad she only has one foot to wear it.

Legs feeling a little stretched there? Maybe a little too frail to be supportive? 

Other than the obvious bit of shirt/skin/pant that missed the cut, let me draw your attention to some other areas: 1)Her left arm. Look like she's been exclusively using the right arm for grocery carrying and the like. 2) Please note that the inside shape of her legs does not change from photo to photo. They also forgot to change the background between her legs to the white 3) Her face. 4) You get the picture.

So you get where I'm going with this, right? As I have blogged about this in the past I won't go into as much detail or thought this time around. I'll just say that the media definitely throws the "perfect person" in your face, and you have to become aware of how false it is. Not only is the physical aspect of beauty being played with, but the true meaning of beauty all together. Does being a size two make me beautiful? Does having the perfect makeup? I sure hope not. I think true beauty comes from the inside.

“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
― Marjorie Pay Hinckley 

Don't be fooled by the inaccurate perception of beauty put out there by the industry. Remember that what truly matters is being a good person and loving yourself.

 

All images from Photoshop Disasters.

I hate my favorite movie

I remember being in 7th grade when I became aware of my favorite movie. You've Got Mail. Always. I love Kathleen Kelly. I love her store, her apartment, the ways she cries about the shoe books. I love the way Joe Fox tricks her into falling in love with him. I love the ridiculous reasons he comes up with for the numbers in Meg's lover's username. You guys, I love this movie.

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Now, on another note, over the years I have become overly-sensitive to infidelity in the media. The Notebook? I hate it. I hate that she left her perfectly amazing fiance to sleep with a boy she "loved" one summer when she was seventeen. Whenever the media makes light of infidelity I feel like someone has personally stabbed me in the heart. It breaks me. 

As I have watched Kathleen and Joe fall in love over the years I have tried to deny the truth that has been staring me in the face: their story is that of infidelity. Both characters are in serious committed relationships. Both are unhappy. Both are having emotional affairs with strangers they met online. 

And so I try to justify. It's fine, it's Meg. She's adorable. She's perfect. Theirs is a true love. You see? You see what the media did there? It got me to believe that it's OK to emotionally cheat on your significant other as long as you are really in love.

So what do I do? Do I stop watching my favorite movie? Do I stop watching anything that references anything I don't agree with? I guess I would have to say no, I don't think that's the answer. I think it's definitely important to filter your media, obviously, but I also think it's important to just be aware of what you're watching. Understand what the media is telling you is ok, and decide for yourself if you agree with it or not.

Babysit Your Man

I'm taking a media class this semester that requires me to blog about media twice a week. At first I was like, cool, I know exactly what to write. I should complain about the sexist way men are represented in the media in every form from commercials to prime time television. But then I was like, whoa, Sadie, slow down. Let's keep this first one light or at least borderline happy so people don't automatically cringe and skip when they see a media post.

But then I was like, Eh, followers, who needs 'em?* 

Let's start by watching this. This Scrubbing Bubbles commercial comes on quite often, and each time I roll my eyes and feel my annoyance level rising. Yeah, sure, of course a man would never clean the toilet, that's a nasty job for women to do. Why would we assume our man would help out around the house?

Have you seen the car insurance commercial where the wife complains that her husband ran a light or something, and then at the end she says that he went to buy milk but came back with a puppy? Sure, because men are incapable of running simple errands without getting completely distracted and making a huge time/money/family commitment without talking to you first.

Do you remember what happened when Claire of Modern Family decided to run for town council? Phil tried to take on some roles at home but I'm pretty sure Luke ended up in the hospital and Alex was accidentally given drowsy medication which knocked her out for the family party. Yep, cause moms are the only ones who can read medicine bottles and save their children from ER trips. 

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You get where I'm going with this. If you start to pay attention, you will start to notice how poorly men, specifically husbands and fathers, are represented in the media. It's a mindset that tells us our husbands aren't there to help us, rather they are just another person to babysit.

So how should we react to this portrayal? Be aware of it. Don't let the subliminal messages portrayed in the media start to sway your ideas of men. This past General Conference we were given an entire talk on this topic. You should check it out.

*I do. I need them. Please don't go.