Friday, August 28, 2009
WTF
'What is it my dear?''Ah, how can we bear it?''Bear what?''This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?''We can be quiet together, and pretend - since it is only the beginning - that we have all the time in the world.''And every day we shall have less. And then none.''Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?''No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.'"
JUST US SLUTS
Jane, from Gritty Arts Studios and also the AWESOME gal that I took the doll class from to learn how to apply creative paperclay to fabric. Got a bunch of us (I think there will be about 23 of us all together) together to submit as a group to a doll magazine!! Well, D Day is drawing near, and she is getting them ready to submit... and shared with us the dolls as a group!! WOW!! I'm so excited to be part of this!! Thanks so much, Jane
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
The newest way to make meth is called the Shake n’ Bake or One-pot method and poses a new danger to communities
New on the scene is the easiest and possibly most dangerous way of making meth. Using the one-pot method means that meth cooks can make meth in one sealed container which is generally flipped upside-down to cause the reaction needed to turn several toxic ingredients into meth. This method generally produces meth in smaller quantity, but doesn’t make it any less dangerous.
The chemical reaction going on inside the container (which can be anything from a Coleman fuel can to a soda bottle) causes an extremely high amount of pressure to build up within the container after being shaken; this method can cause a pretty large explosion. In fact, just the other day, a man died from making meth this way.
The biggest danger in relation to this method is the fact that it is fast and portable. So portable in fact, that it is most common to find people using this method to make meth in their car. They generally drive around while the meth is being made to release the fumes and when the process is over, some 40 minutes later, they simply chuck the used container filled with toxic chemical residue out of the window. Aside from the environmental impact this has, it also poses a hazard to children that naturally want to explore and pick up the things they find.
The remnants of the chemicals that remain in the container are generally muddy brown in color. If you suspect someone of making meth using this method please contact authorities as soon as possible. This type of meth lab is really a mobile ticking time bomb. If you come accross a discarded container used in one-pot (shake and bake) meth making do not touch it – contact the police department to discard it, as they will likely need to have a haz-mat team clean up the mess left behind
New on the scene is the easiest and possibly most dangerous way of making meth. Using the one-pot method means that meth cooks can make meth in one sealed container which is generally flipped upside-down to cause the reaction needed to turn several toxic ingredients into meth. This method generally produces meth in smaller quantity, but doesn’t make it any less dangerous.
The chemical reaction going on inside the container (which can be anything from a Coleman fuel can to a soda bottle) causes an extremely high amount of pressure to build up within the container after being shaken; this method can cause a pretty large explosion. In fact, just the other day, a man died from making meth this way.
The biggest danger in relation to this method is the fact that it is fast and portable. So portable in fact, that it is most common to find people using this method to make meth in their car. They generally drive around while the meth is being made to release the fumes and when the process is over, some 40 minutes later, they simply chuck the used container filled with toxic chemical residue out of the window. Aside from the environmental impact this has, it also poses a hazard to children that naturally want to explore and pick up the things they find.
The remnants of the chemicals that remain in the container are generally muddy brown in color. If you suspect someone of making meth using this method please contact authorities as soon as possible. This type of meth lab is really a mobile ticking time bomb. If you come accross a discarded container used in one-pot (shake and bake) meth making do not touch it – contact the police department to discard it, as they will likely need to have a haz-mat team clean up the mess left behind
Thursday, August 20, 2009
TEACHING
The Age of Aquarius and Mimeographed Worksheets
(Scribbling Paradisio by Dore', with a little help from me.)I taught at a traveling writing workshop this summer down in Harmony Grove, Arkansas. School teachers, tired ones, met with us in that sweet but woebegone way public teachers do at the end of the school year. This is when they love their students the most but are cheerfully able to say good-bye for the summer. The workshop was splendid, and you can read about it here and here.We used a book I've had in the workshop arsenal for a few years called The 9 Rights of Every Writer: A Guide for Teachers. It's geared towards educators, but it's a fine fist-in-the-air book about what every writer needs/deserves. These are breathtakingly simple. Every writer has the right to:
reflect
finding personally important topics
go off topic
personalize the writing process
write badly to unearth and clarify meaning
observe other writers at work
assess constructively - and well
experience structural freedom
unearth the power of each writer's voice.This is a powerful book for teachers. You see, most of them are scared to death of students' writing because many teachers don't see themselves as writers. That's an important hurdle during the workshops.As an opening scribbling prompt, my partner-in-workshop-crime Stephanie asked all the teachers to pick one of the rights they wish they'd had as students. Good opener. We all began writing. Kind of.My pen hovered over the page for a bit. It had been a few years (coughcough) since I was a public school student. I tried to summon up something, some writing experience gone awry or pinch-nosed schoolmarm with a bleeding red pen. Nothing.The thing is, I was a public school kid in the Age of Aquarius and Mimeographed Worksheets. With the exception of one senior-year research paper, all I did was fill out purple-inked (you know you can smell them) grammar and punctuation mimeos. They were like a puzzle, really. All you had to do was figure out the pattern.In public school, no one ever tried to teach me how to write. Huh.But the writing happened anyway. I began as Harriet the Spy and became the girl with the contraband poetry books in her locker and a Secret Notebook in her purse. I wrote incessantly, mostly terrible poetry then published in the high school literary magazine, but would never have devalued my late '70s coolness-mystique (good lord) by being on staff. My plan was to be Gloria Steinem and Sylvia Plath. Simultaneously.That morning in Harmony Grove I ended up writing about the freedom students need to scribble outside of standardized testing and five-paragraph nightmares. I wrote about the freedom to be left alone with the words, to develop fearlessness and a casual attitude because everything we write isn't stark reflection of our worth. It's practice. It's play. It's necessary.They're just words. We can always make more.So go write something.
(Scribbling Paradisio by Dore', with a little help from me.)I taught at a traveling writing workshop this summer down in Harmony Grove, Arkansas. School teachers, tired ones, met with us in that sweet but woebegone way public teachers do at the end of the school year. This is when they love their students the most but are cheerfully able to say good-bye for the summer. The workshop was splendid, and you can read about it here and here.We used a book I've had in the workshop arsenal for a few years called The 9 Rights of Every Writer: A Guide for Teachers. It's geared towards educators, but it's a fine fist-in-the-air book about what every writer needs/deserves. These are breathtakingly simple. Every writer has the right to:
reflect
finding personally important topics
go off topic
personalize the writing process
write badly to unearth and clarify meaning
observe other writers at work
assess constructively - and well
experience structural freedom
unearth the power of each writer's voice.This is a powerful book for teachers. You see, most of them are scared to death of students' writing because many teachers don't see themselves as writers. That's an important hurdle during the workshops.As an opening scribbling prompt, my partner-in-workshop-crime Stephanie asked all the teachers to pick one of the rights they wish they'd had as students. Good opener. We all began writing. Kind of.My pen hovered over the page for a bit. It had been a few years (coughcough) since I was a public school student. I tried to summon up something, some writing experience gone awry or pinch-nosed schoolmarm with a bleeding red pen. Nothing.The thing is, I was a public school kid in the Age of Aquarius and Mimeographed Worksheets. With the exception of one senior-year research paper, all I did was fill out purple-inked (you know you can smell them) grammar and punctuation mimeos. They were like a puzzle, really. All you had to do was figure out the pattern.In public school, no one ever tried to teach me how to write. Huh.But the writing happened anyway. I began as Harriet the Spy and became the girl with the contraband poetry books in her locker and a Secret Notebook in her purse. I wrote incessantly, mostly terrible poetry then published in the high school literary magazine, but would never have devalued my late '70s coolness-mystique (good lord) by being on staff. My plan was to be Gloria Steinem and Sylvia Plath. Simultaneously.That morning in Harmony Grove I ended up writing about the freedom students need to scribble outside of standardized testing and five-paragraph nightmares. I wrote about the freedom to be left alone with the words, to develop fearlessness and a casual attitude because everything we write isn't stark reflection of our worth. It's practice. It's play. It's necessary.They're just words. We can always make more.So go write something.
Monday, August 17, 2009
WILD NIGHTS
Wild nights! Wild nights!Were I with thee,Wild nights should beOur luxury!
Futile the windsTo a heart in port,Done with the compass,Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!Ah! the sea!Might I but moorTo-night in thee!
Futile the windsTo a heart in port,Done with the compass,Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!Ah! the sea!Might I but moorTo-night in thee!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
ONE TO MANY
We've all been there... out at a club, dancing, singing, having a grand 'ol time when some random gets too close and personal. I was just hanging out, minding my own business and having a drink with a few friends when some big broad blind sides me with a heel to the face. Before I know whats going on I'm dripping wet. My straight hair instantly curls upon making contact with the vodka drink that managed to cover my entire person, including my black designer shoes. At this point I'm practically glued to the pleather couch where I was seated, the sticky drink serving as an adhesive between me and the couch. The big broad was sprawled across the floor, her head adjacent to the table corner. She had toppled over our couch after attempting some sort of dance move that required more dexterity then she obviously possessed. She fell from the makeshift stage area that connected two back to back couches. The so called area was apparently slick, as a smart girl would infer by the shiny surface, but she doesn't deserve that much credit. Even as she laid there, not moving, I couldn't help but hate her. Hate her for getting so drunk, hate her for creeping up in my personal space and hate her for ruining my makeup, shoes and night! Even after she was escorted out of the club and my drinks were comped, I hated her. I hated her for the sole reason that she was just another stupid drunk girl who managed to ruin my night after one too many drinks.
Friday, August 14, 2009
A little of this and a litle of that
A little of this and a little of that
Posted on august 15 2009 by elise garcia
I’m at a loss for words lately. Even at home, I feel like I’ve been sort of quiet lately. I have topics rolling around in my head, but I don’t have more than a sentence or two to say about any of them, hence the dreaded bulleted list. Although, I don’t know why people hate bulleted lists – they are organized, concise, and visually appealing…
Our car got keyed yesterday. The one that’s for sale. I use the term “keyed” loosely, because whatever they used wasn’t sharp enough to scratch through the paint, but it was sharp enough to leave big scuff marks all the way down the drivers side. It upsets me enough that we live near people that don’t respect their own property but now they are damaging ours for no good reason and it’s infuriating. Luckily, we were able to buff most of the damage out and we have someone coming to look at the car tonight.
I felt obligated to make a donation to get environmental plates for the Prius. Add that to listening to NPR, using recyclable shopping bags, and voting democrat and I think we’re officially crunchy. Although Mike did throw trash out the widow of the Prius on the highway last week. Oh, don’t act shocked! I’m sure you’ve thrown a straw wrapper or two out the window in your day.
I just finished reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (He also wrote The Virgin Suicides – which I love.) and it’s the best book I’ve read in a very long time…and it’s about a hermaphrodite, which strangely intrigues me. I mean, her/his grandparents are siblings and her/his parents are cousins – of course she/he has balls. It’s so well written that I find myself forgetting that it’s fiction. It won a Pulitzer Prize – you should read it.
And finally, pictures from our trip to the Henry Ford Museum. Mike is noticeably absent from the photos because he didn’t shave and looked like a homeless man so he refused to have his picture taken
Posted on august 15 2009 by elise garcia
I’m at a loss for words lately. Even at home, I feel like I’ve been sort of quiet lately. I have topics rolling around in my head, but I don’t have more than a sentence or two to say about any of them, hence the dreaded bulleted list. Although, I don’t know why people hate bulleted lists – they are organized, concise, and visually appealing…
Our car got keyed yesterday. The one that’s for sale. I use the term “keyed” loosely, because whatever they used wasn’t sharp enough to scratch through the paint, but it was sharp enough to leave big scuff marks all the way down the drivers side. It upsets me enough that we live near people that don’t respect their own property but now they are damaging ours for no good reason and it’s infuriating. Luckily, we were able to buff most of the damage out and we have someone coming to look at the car tonight.
I felt obligated to make a donation to get environmental plates for the Prius. Add that to listening to NPR, using recyclable shopping bags, and voting democrat and I think we’re officially crunchy. Although Mike did throw trash out the widow of the Prius on the highway last week. Oh, don’t act shocked! I’m sure you’ve thrown a straw wrapper or two out the window in your day.
I just finished reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (He also wrote The Virgin Suicides – which I love.) and it’s the best book I’ve read in a very long time…and it’s about a hermaphrodite, which strangely intrigues me. I mean, her/his grandparents are siblings and her/his parents are cousins – of course she/he has balls. It’s so well written that I find myself forgetting that it’s fiction. It won a Pulitzer Prize – you should read it.
And finally, pictures from our trip to the Henry Ford Museum. Mike is noticeably absent from the photos because he didn’t shave and looked like a homeless man so he refused to have his picture taken
drugs
I think I’m running out of options. I’ve tried Lexapro (didn’t notice much of a change in my mood), Effexor (made me clench my jaw), Cymbalta (headaches that may have been migraines – but I don’t want to be too dramatic) and now Pristiq (makes me sweat like a whore in church). Xanax has been my only constant – and I take that on an as needed basis (which, surprisingly, isn’t as regularly as you may think). I realize that whatever antidepressant I settle on, I’m probably going to have to deal with some mild side effects, but sweating is not one of the side effects I’m willing to embrace in exchange for being perkier.
I know some of you have your hand in the crazy, just like I do – so, tell me what you’re on. What have you tried? What have you had good luck with? What kind of side effects have you endured to get back to your sunshiny self?
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I know some of you have your hand in the crazy, just like I do – so, tell me what you’re on. What have you tried? What have you had good luck with? What kind of side effects have you endured to get back to your sunshiny self?
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FACIALS
Posted on June 22nd, 2009 by Corrin
My sister used to work at a medical spa, and I got used to having fabulous facials, massages, and other spa services on a regular basis. I also may have snuck in some Boxtox and had my eyeliner tattooed – which is just divine. Since both my sister and I have moved, I haven’t found a good place to get Facials in Austin, but I just heard about the Tiffani Kim Institute downtown and I’m dying to give it a try.
They offer medical and spa treatments from certified practitioners in a relaxing environment. The Tiffani Kim Institute is located right inside the Park Hyatt on Michigan Avenue, so it’s a real treat to visit and relax for the day, and you come out looking and feeling refreshed – don’t forget you and can hit the Magnification Mile for some shopping, too.
I say we schedule some facials and massages while we’re all in town for Blogher – what do you say, ladies?
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My sister used to work at a medical spa, and I got used to having fabulous facials, massages, and other spa services on a regular basis. I also may have snuck in some Boxtox and had my eyeliner tattooed – which is just divine. Since both my sister and I have moved, I haven’t found a good place to get Facials in Austin, but I just heard about the Tiffani Kim Institute downtown and I’m dying to give it a try.
They offer medical and spa treatments from certified practitioners in a relaxing environment. The Tiffani Kim Institute is located right inside the Park Hyatt on Michigan Avenue, so it’s a real treat to visit and relax for the day, and you come out looking and feeling refreshed – don’t forget you and can hit the Magnification Mile for some shopping, too.
I say we schedule some facials and massages while we’re all in town for Blogher – what do you say, ladies?
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Party Girl
Posted on August 14, 2009 by ELISE GARCIA
I don’t have very many friends and I take full responsibility for that. Friends require a lot of maintenance – drinks, shopping, phone conversations – and I’d rather lay in bed and read. I have a good time once I’m out (please see #elsalto), it just takes one hell of a pep-talk to get myself dressed and out the door. Depression? Laziness? An old soul? Pick one.
And then, if I wasn’t nervous enough about going to Blogher solo, I find out that most people are there to socialize and party when I was planning on going to a full days worth of sessions. I knew that the networking was the main draw, but I’m not a party person so I was hoping that most of my networking would be done through the sessions and not the after-parties. But, do I really want to socialize with the mommy bloggers that cut loose and dance on the bar after a few mocktails when I can have a rip-roaring time in advanced social media, syndication and stats? I think the choice is obvious.
Basically – I’m a homebody and a bookworm (have you seen the list of books I’ve read in the past year?) and I’m beginning to think that this may clash with my blog persona. Even in college I used to weasel my way out of Thirsty Thursdays and Penny Pitchers – I was to 2 house parties all four (okay, four and a half) years of college and never set foot in four of the six bars on campus – but everyone thought I was out every weekend.
My mom told me yesterday that I’m an open book – is that what makes people think my inhibitions are low? I’m loud and chatty once you get me going and I do enjoy a Margarita every now and again ( I also won’t turn down a Bloody Mary, Jack & Ginger, Jack & Coke, or Vodka Tonic – extra lime) but I don’t know what about me screams party girl…so I’m going to read now.
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Posted on August 14, 2009 by ELISE GARCIA
I don’t have very many friends and I take full responsibility for that. Friends require a lot of maintenance – drinks, shopping, phone conversations – and I’d rather lay in bed and read. I have a good time once I’m out (please see #elsalto), it just takes one hell of a pep-talk to get myself dressed and out the door. Depression? Laziness? An old soul? Pick one.
And then, if I wasn’t nervous enough about going to Blogher solo, I find out that most people are there to socialize and party when I was planning on going to a full days worth of sessions. I knew that the networking was the main draw, but I’m not a party person so I was hoping that most of my networking would be done through the sessions and not the after-parties. But, do I really want to socialize with the mommy bloggers that cut loose and dance on the bar after a few mocktails when I can have a rip-roaring time in advanced social media, syndication and stats? I think the choice is obvious.
Basically – I’m a homebody and a bookworm (have you seen the list of books I’ve read in the past year?) and I’m beginning to think that this may clash with my blog persona. Even in college I used to weasel my way out of Thirsty Thursdays and Penny Pitchers – I was to 2 house parties all four (okay, four and a half) years of college and never set foot in four of the six bars on campus – but everyone thought I was out every weekend.
My mom told me yesterday that I’m an open book – is that what makes people think my inhibitions are low? I’m loud and chatty once you get me going and I do enjoy a Margarita every now and again ( I also won’t turn down a Bloody Mary, Jack & Ginger, Jack & Coke, or Vodka Tonic – extra lime) but I don’t know what about me screams party girl…so I’m going to read now.
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I AM IN THE MAKE UP BIZ
July 28, 2009, 4:37 pm Filed under: Uncategorized Tags: punk, Medusa's Make- Up, make- up, small business, girl power, peta, all natural, pretty, glam
I have been a long time fan of both Medusa’s Make-Up ( Peta approved) and of being my own boss, so I filed for the proper licenses and made contact with the Medusa’s mothership, and now find myself in business!
I am in the process of picking out inventory and getting the proper advertisements designed and hope to be open in September!
www.medusasmakeup.com
I have been a long time fan of both Medusa’s Make-Up ( Peta approved) and of being my own boss, so I filed for the proper licenses and made contact with the Medusa’s mothership, and now find myself in business!
I am in the process of picking out inventory and getting the proper advertisements designed and hope to be open in September!
www.medusasmakeup.com
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
curtains
So, apparently I don't have much else to write about except for my recent love affair with curtains. (Seriously, I keep asking myself how I possibly survived for so long in this duplex without curtains. Where have I been? Living in a curtainless nightmare, is where.) Anyway, for those of you who don't really care about curtains, please enjoy the above photo and notice the fact that one of our chair cushions is on top of the table, which I only noticed after uploading the photo and was too lazy to change.
Judge me? Why not.
In any case, these curtains are my hero. Or maybe I'm my own hero for actually hanging them by myself without disfiguring the wall in the process. For the record, I don't do well with do-it-yourself projects. I always over-think everything. And I'm kind of a wimp. And I freak out easily. Here is pretty much how I handle things like this:
Stand in curtain section of World Market for full twenty minutes.
Wander away from curtain section, to avoid looking obsessive.
Pretend to look at candles, but really continue obsessing about curtains.
Curse self for being such a non-decision-maker.
Finally make decision, finally pay, finally drive home.
Take curtains and curtain rods out of packages and admire them.
Stare at window.
Stare at curtains.
Stare at curtain rods.
Feel confused.
Get Jay's tool kit; decide on hammer, screwdriver and some other bits and bobbins.
Try about seventeen different ways to get plastic wall anchor into wall.
Google "how to use an effing wall anchor without killing yourself".
Text mom and ask why dad can't live in our closet in order to be available for these sorts of projects.
Feel sweaty; make a margarita.
Manage to get first wall anchor in; borderline scream with joy.
And that's kind of how it went for the next hour. It took me far longer than necessary to get the entire project done, but afterwards? I felt like I wanted to call everyone I knew and tell them how I just hung curtains all by myself and that they should probably buy me a drink or at least a cookie.
I couldn't stop staring after them, once I was finished. I feel like they complete the room just perfectly! Here is the final result (much to my complete and utter joy):
(I swear, the duplex is not a colorless void, as it looks in this photo. I blame the lighting.)
So, yeah. That's my story. Anyone want to come help me hang shelves when I finally get some for my crafting nook? I'll make you a margarita. Because I have a feeling we'll both need one.
APARTMENT DECORATING
I really need to get down to decorating my apartment. I’ve been there for a month, and although I do have some stuff on the walls, it is a little spare right now and I’d love to really to pizzazz it up!
Unfortunately, I am not particularly visually inclined at all. I have a really tough time conceptualizing what aesthetically pleasing things LOOK like, even though I can easily write things that sounds good (does that make sense?). I think interior decorating is a gift that some people have–my friends Tara and Lauren both have really fantastic taste and a good creative eye–that I personally don’t.
So, this weekend I’m going to do a Bed Bath and Beyond run to get some basics and I’m going to make a Pearl Paint run to buy some canvas and paints (I am a terrible painter but I LOVE painting, so I’ll hang some “abstracts” around the apartment). But from there, I’m a little lost. Does anyone have suggestions on pretty stuff to buy to decorate an apartment? Ideally, I’d love to get some stuff that can brighten up my space and make the apartment look inviting and open…
Also, I am really big on inspirational quotes–I have quotes from my favorite books, my favorite thinkers, and my own ideas on life–scrawled onto pieces of white paper and hung on my walls, that technically do the job, but I would love to have these phrases displayed in a way that’s a little more artful. Short of needlepoint, what else can I do to achieve this?
But then again, I think a needlepoint that said, “WRITE YOUR FUCKING NOVEL!” (one of the many inspirational quotes on my wall) could have redeeming entertainment value.
Unfortunately, I am not particularly visually inclined at all. I have a really tough time conceptualizing what aesthetically pleasing things LOOK like, even though I can easily write things that sounds good (does that make sense?). I think interior decorating is a gift that some people have–my friends Tara and Lauren both have really fantastic taste and a good creative eye–that I personally don’t.
So, this weekend I’m going to do a Bed Bath and Beyond run to get some basics and I’m going to make a Pearl Paint run to buy some canvas and paints (I am a terrible painter but I LOVE painting, so I’ll hang some “abstracts” around the apartment). But from there, I’m a little lost. Does anyone have suggestions on pretty stuff to buy to decorate an apartment? Ideally, I’d love to get some stuff that can brighten up my space and make the apartment look inviting and open…
Also, I am really big on inspirational quotes–I have quotes from my favorite books, my favorite thinkers, and my own ideas on life–scrawled onto pieces of white paper and hung on my walls, that technically do the job, but I would love to have these phrases displayed in a way that’s a little more artful. Short of needlepoint, what else can I do to achieve this?
But then again, I think a needlepoint that said, “WRITE YOUR FUCKING NOVEL!” (one of the many inspirational quotes on my wall) could have redeeming entertainment value.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
EMPOWERED
Girl Power
I’m all about woman being empowered and doing what men can do! I’m not a feminist, but if a man can do it, so can we! I went for an oil change today and met a nice young guy that owns a local car shop. He gave me a flier for a woman, by the name of Diamon who teaches women “Auto Basics.” Its a simple workshop on the basics of cars. “You can ask all of the questions you want without judgements.” All classes are on Sundays and you must bring your own car. You can call her at 480-946-1967. More girl power to you!
I’m all about woman being empowered and doing what men can do! I’m not a feminist, but if a man can do it, so can we! I went for an oil change today and met a nice young guy that owns a local car shop. He gave me a flier for a woman, by the name of Diamon who teaches women “Auto Basics.” Its a simple workshop on the basics of cars. “You can ask all of the questions you want without judgements.” All classes are on Sundays and you must bring your own car. You can call her at 480-946-1967. More girl power to you!
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by ELISE
When your feeling sad and low
We will take you where you got to go
Smiling and dancing
Everything is free
All you need is positivity
Colours of the world, Spice up your life
Every boy and every girl, Spice up your life
People of the world, Spice up your life
Ask any Millennial Girl where those lyrics are from and she’ll tell you, it’s the Spice Girls. When they popped into our lives as impressionable adolescents we had no idea that the idea of “girl power” would fuel our generation. I personally caught the “girl power” bug quite early and have never let go.
This blog was inspired from my experiences as a Millennial but most importantly as a female Millennial. Generational differences are seen most clearly amongst the “minority” populations or as Millennials would say, the “oppressed” populations because of the rights and privileges those populations gain with each new generation. America is a different place for girls today than it once was, everything from sports, to college, to technology is more girl-friendly. Millennial Girls benefited the most from the self-esteem movement, the idea of “girl power” is no small thing. Millennial Girls know that history is not on their side but looking around at their overachieving friends it is hard to picture a world where women were not expected to go to college then graduate school then spend some time in giving back before settling into a lucrative career. But the bottom line is that despite female majorities amongst college students, women still only make up 16% of the women in Congress and are still underrepresented in business and academia as well.
Success amongst our female peers is normal but amongst our elders successful females are less normal, our parents assume that for a woman to obtain success in her careers she must have sacrificed something at home. As a Millennial Girl I look to my future and all I see is my career. I am a Lifetime Girl Scout and Girl Scouts has taught me to always be looking for my next project, my next challenge. In this moment, I’m worried about what I will do with my life because I have so much desire to leave my mark and I’m constantly searching for how I can make the world a better place. Millennial Girls around me share the same questions and drive, I greatly hope we will maintain this momentum. Will the Millennial Girls be able to maintain our majority and our drive as we age? Or we just part of the next generation of women destined to reach a point in our lives where we no longer believe in “girl power”. I believe the Millennial Girls are the generation that will truly shatter the glass ceiling. Shattering the glass ceiling is not just about getting women into positions of power, it is about changing the culture of America to bring true gender equality. Millennial Girls are already bringing a different culture to America, it’s the “girl power” culture.
Millennial Girls is designed to be a blog about the culture of Millennial Girls, we will discuss social media, television, science, politics, trends, film, books, and more. We will provide commentary on the way our culture is changing America and we hope it’s for the better.
by ELISE
When your feeling sad and low
We will take you where you got to go
Smiling and dancing
Everything is free
All you need is positivity
Colours of the world, Spice up your life
Every boy and every girl, Spice up your life
People of the world, Spice up your life
Ask any Millennial Girl where those lyrics are from and she’ll tell you, it’s the Spice Girls. When they popped into our lives as impressionable adolescents we had no idea that the idea of “girl power” would fuel our generation. I personally caught the “girl power” bug quite early and have never let go.
This blog was inspired from my experiences as a Millennial but most importantly as a female Millennial. Generational differences are seen most clearly amongst the “minority” populations or as Millennials would say, the “oppressed” populations because of the rights and privileges those populations gain with each new generation. America is a different place for girls today than it once was, everything from sports, to college, to technology is more girl-friendly. Millennial Girls benefited the most from the self-esteem movement, the idea of “girl power” is no small thing. Millennial Girls know that history is not on their side but looking around at their overachieving friends it is hard to picture a world where women were not expected to go to college then graduate school then spend some time in giving back before settling into a lucrative career. But the bottom line is that despite female majorities amongst college students, women still only make up 16% of the women in Congress and are still underrepresented in business and academia as well.
Success amongst our female peers is normal but amongst our elders successful females are less normal, our parents assume that for a woman to obtain success in her careers she must have sacrificed something at home. As a Millennial Girl I look to my future and all I see is my career. I am a Lifetime Girl Scout and Girl Scouts has taught me to always be looking for my next project, my next challenge. In this moment, I’m worried about what I will do with my life because I have so much desire to leave my mark and I’m constantly searching for how I can make the world a better place. Millennial Girls around me share the same questions and drive, I greatly hope we will maintain this momentum. Will the Millennial Girls be able to maintain our majority and our drive as we age? Or we just part of the next generation of women destined to reach a point in our lives where we no longer believe in “girl power”. I believe the Millennial Girls are the generation that will truly shatter the glass ceiling. Shattering the glass ceiling is not just about getting women into positions of power, it is about changing the culture of America to bring true gender equality. Millennial Girls are already bringing a different culture to America, it’s the “girl power” culture.
Millennial Girls is designed to be a blog about the culture of Millennial Girls, we will discuss social media, television, science, politics, trends, film, books, and more. We will provide commentary on the way our culture is changing America and we hope it’s for the better.
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