We talked briefly last class about the representation of disability in children’s movies (How to Train Your Dragon 2) but we failed to cover disabilities represented in adult movies. The following is a summary followed by an analysis of a movie, “The Machine,” about a futuristic, semi-apocalyptic world full of cyborg technology.
Archive for November, 2014
Just a few days ago I got into a heated debate with a stranger online about whether models are “artists” or not. I was just scrolling down my twitter and saw, “Models really consider themselves artists??” Normally I would ignore something like that, but recently I’ve made the decision that I personally will learn how to express myself better as an artist, so that the world can perceive me the way that I see myself. With that being said, I do not consider myself a model in any way or form but I felt the need to defend it…..for the sake of art. Like, who are we to judge who is and who is not an artist? There are a ton of various forms of art and I believe that if you, as a person, believe that you are creating art who am I to say you are not an artist? I believe that art is subjective, there is no way I can give you any one definition of what art is. It’s all in the individuals perception. (more…)
Whether I’m wearing lots of makeup or no makeup, I am always the same person inside.
As a child up until about 7th grade I would consider myself to had been a tomboy with girly qualities. I never wanted to put on a dress, wear dressy shoes, heels, get my hair done, and not even thinking about makeup. As I got older from high school on out, I believe I fell more into wanting to get dolled up. So makeup was a big part of that right. I soon became interested in buying foundation, and eyeliners, mascara etc. I liked doing my makeup to an extent and now, I almost wear it everyday. I personally don’t feel bound by makeup because I still go out without it. Another part of me wants to always wear it for the extra confidence boost because its insinuating. But here is where the real problem is; when is it overboard and no longer only insinuating but more trans-formative.
Society now gets on women for wearing too much makeup or making themselves look different from their natural look. When I am around my dad, boyfriend, or brother its always the “ohh she is wearing too much makeup” judgement. Many are now concerned they won’t know how someone really looks. But should that be the main concern and why is it this way. I feel society puts pressure on women to look a certain way. People now go out their way to have a certain look and to still be judged.
I have been thinking about this past class’s questions a lot and how disability can really take a toll especially in the way our society is built. Being in a capitalistic society means that we must be constantly producing and consuming, but people with disabilities can’t produce/ work in the same way as people without disabilities can. People with mental illness can’t predict when they will have panic attacks and can’t plan their work schedule around them. And other mental illnesses (such as schizophrenia) can keep a person from working at all which in turn can keep them from receiving treatment (since they can’t pay for it). A lot of this also has to deal with stigma and ignorance when it comes to mental illness. (more…)
When you take a lot of photos of other people its important to have your own picture taken regularly as well.Not in order to even things out or something, but so you can observes your feelings on the matter. As someone who uses photography as a diary, an outlet to making sense of things, and a profession, I take a lot of pictures. The subjects of those pictures are always people, mostly friends or family, but sometimes strangers. I’m so thankful these people allow me to photograph them incessantly, through private moments, through unflattering faces, probably through not feeling like having their photo taken. I’m so thankful for them, in part,because I’m a bit of a hypocrite. Or sometimes I feel like one. I hate having my picture taken. It pains me. Maybe it pains me a little bit more then the ‘average’ person who doesn’t like getting their picture taken because I spend so much time thinking about the intricacies of the power of photography. It reveals too much for comfort. Photographs turns your body into an expression rather than a familiar possession. The subtext of a moment can be amplified in the bend of an arm or the tilt of a head. Even if you try to calculate a picture and how you’ll be perceived in it, sometimes, in a good photograph, something will slip through. The power of photography amplifies the power that our bodies have to express themselves. It’s a nearly unhinging experience to see yourself reflected in a single still moment, just your body existing in the physical world. If you look too long, that is. Which I do. Which is important to me. I encourage everyone, particularly people who don’t like to have their picture taken, to think critically about why and experiment with it.
*Trigger Warning* Mike Brown’s death discussed in detail
I wanted to write about American Horror Story but I got sidetracked and sickened by the foul display of an American Horror Story of my own, the disregard for black life. As you may already know, Darren Wilson was not indicted for the shooting death of Michael Brown, a teenager that was heading to college mere weeks before the shooting. Why did I put that information about college? Because that was told to me since I was young that I should go to college to make something of myself so that I could be more accepted by the overall white patriarchy. He, unarmed, was shot six times, twice in head, twice in the torso, twice in the arm. Why did I give that gruesome information about his unnecessary death? To let you know that being unarmed won’t fucking save you from your eventual demise as a black person in this country. His body was left in the street for a total of 4 and half hours. Why did I give that detail about his body after the shooting? It is clear that to much of the public that black bodies are dispensable and a hassle to clean up.