Wednesday, April 11, 2012

"Cinderella At My Daughter," the book that made my eyeballs pop out of their sockets at the "OMG THAT'S MY LIFE" quality of it

I read this book. AND IT WAS AMAZING.

IT'S PLOT SYNOPSIS TIME (thank you Amazon):
Pink and pretty or predatory and hardened, sexualized girlhood influences our daughters from infancy onward, telling them that how a girl looks matters more than who she is. Somewhere between the exhilarating rise of Girl Power in the 1990s and today, the pursuit of physical perfection has been recast as a source—the source—of female empowerment. And commercialization has spread the message faster and farther, reaching girls at ever-younger ages.
But, realistically, how many times can you say no when your daughter begs for a pint-size wedding gown or the latest Hannah Montana CD? And how dangerous is pink and pretty anyway—especially given girls' successes in the classroom and on the playing field? Being a princess is just make-believe, after all; eventually they grow out of it. Or do they? Does playing Cinderella shield girls from early sexualization—or prime them for it? Could today's little princess become tomorrow's sexting teen? And what if she does? Would that make her in charge of her sexuality—or an unwitting captive to it?
Those questions hit home with Peggy Orenstein, so she went sleuthing. She visited Disneyland and the international toy fair, trolled American Girl Place and Pottery Barn Kids, and met beauty pageant parents with preschoolers tricked out like Vegas showgirls. She dissected the science, created an online avatar, and parsed the original fairy tales. The stakes turn out to be higher than she—or we—ever imagined: nothing less than the health, development, and futures of our girls. From premature sexualization to the risk of depression to rising rates of narcissism, the potential negative impact of this new girlie-girl culture is undeniable—yet armed with awareness and recognition, parents can effectively counterbalance its influence in their daughters' lives.
Cinderella Ate My Daughter is a must-read for anyone who cares about girls, and for parents helping their daughters navigate the rocky road to adulthood.
Basically this book is about how "girlie-girl" toys and marketing affect young girls, if you didn't want to read all that.

This book, besides being pretty much amazing, dissected every girl culture fad from the 21st century, AKA my childhood: American Girl dolls, Twilight's popularity, the Disney Princesses, the Disney stars, EVERYTHING. AND SHE WAS SO RIGHT!

Some of this book was a little bit far-fetched for me though. I experienced everything she talked about in the book, and I don't think I'm "damaged" like she fears. I don't undermine fellow girls and I don't have that much of a problem communicating with boys. But still. This book was so gaspingly amazing.

I highly recommend this book, especially for girls my age, because we've experienced first-hand everything she wrote about.

So I rate this book 4.75 Milky Way bars out of 5 Milky Way bars. It was JUST THAT GOOD.
What do you guys think? Have you read this book? Do you think that 21st century girl culture is hampering to young girls or is it beneficial to them? Do you think girl culture is better now than in the past? Who do you think girls should idolize instead of idolizing stars like Miley Cyrus etc?

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Aunt Tinny has a point / a Ron Swanson joke!! Ha ha ha!!

"Happy Holidays" because my mom pointed out that it's Passover too, not just Easter! That's just my typical religious oblivion on display.
 I don't know why. Just enjoy it. Just enjoy it.

Anyways, during Easter dinner, my great aunt Tinny started talking about celebrities. As an avid watcher of daytime TV (her words not mine), she complained that she hates how every celebrity talks about how they  "had an abusive father, used to be a drug addict, had family problems, yada yada, come on, didn't ANY of them have a happy childhood?!"

She has a point. It seems like so many famous people had a deep dark past and "rose above it" to become the successful people they are today. But Aunt Tinny doesn't buy a word of it. "Like we're supposed to believe that," she said repeatedly.

The question is, is having a deep dark past a publicity tactic or are celebrities genuine in their histories?

 Now I have a Ron Swanson joke for you! Look at me, catching on to Internet culture!

Okay, here it is: Look at the above picture: the plate on the left, is that Ron Swanson's plate or my little brother's plate? Ha ha ha, hardy har har, funny funny funny, I'm so funny! Put this on the Tumblr LOL page you guys!
What do you guys think? Is having a deep dark past a publicity tactic or truthful? Did you have a good holiday? 
RANDOM QUESTION: what's your favorite holiday food? Like Easter chocolate or your grandma's pie, etc. 

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Jelly donuts and the deep meaning behind them

I call this post an "Irish Entrance." According to Mindy Kaling (I got her book as a Christmas present; my family knows me so well), an Irish Exit is when you leave a party without anybody noticing. Well, this post is an Irish Entrance because hopefully I'm entering the blogsphere without anybody noticing I was gone... so imagine me slyly opening the door to the Internet and sneaking in all super spy like.

Besides entering all Irish-y, I'm going to dedicate this post to donuts. Donuts are just so taken for granted and I really wish that people gave them the respect they deserve. 

But jelly donuts in particular have paid an important role in history. Okay, make that an extremely minor role in history but whatever I feel like sharing the one cool tidbit of history I know. Here it comes. History time. Rock and roll.

So, in 1963, JFK paid a visit to West Berlin to give this speech that was supposed to give the West Berliners hope (because they were pretty much stranded in Soviet-controlled East Germany) about freedom and stuff. And it was a terrific speech, EXCEPT, the President made a wee error.

He said:
Ich bin ein Berliner!
Which, in the cray cray world of the German language, means that JFK said, instead of saying "I am a person from Berlin," he said "I am a jelly donut."

However, this is highly disputed because although a "Berliner" is the name of a type of donut in  Germany, most linguists believe that the Berliners got the message JFK was going for.

Even so, it puts a smile on my face to think that a President almost called himself a jelly donut.
What do you think? What type of donut is your favorite? What interesting tidbits of history do you know?