A Bit of Feminism for a Change

Before I write what I want to say, let me introduce you to the Colombian standard of beauty:



(Need I say this image is property of SoHo magazine, Terra Networks?)

So yeah, this girl is called Camila Barreneche, she’s 16, and she’s what guys worldwide usually expect Colombian women to look like. One can tell what I’m saying is true when walking around a mall, which I do quite often. Many girls resemble this model, or any other supermodel I could’ve used as an example. Why? The answer is simple, and I’m sure all of you readers know it: models are objects of desire, and women want to be wanted (not all, of course, but the vast majority). Thus, they follow whatever trend to become objects of desire as well.

There’s nothing wrong about wanting some attention from guys. After all, we human beings are destined to pair up and propagate our putrid race around the poor old world. However, the advent of mass media has brought strict rules to virtually every aspect of life. I recognize the fact that there were fads long before globalized media, but… here’s one of my points, it’s GLOBALIZED media.

Latin America is a region of naturally short and chunky people. Not obese, of course, just not thin at all. Since our life models have come from the US and Europe ever since we were colonized and the US declared independence, we have learned to accept their life as the prototype to follow. I don’t know where this thin-is-in model came from, but it has expanded all around the planet with an incredible force, propelled by the media.

The thin-is-in phenomenon has pervaded Colombia, as expected, and it seems the anguish about violence has been soothed by a constant overconcern about physical beauty. Perhaps we’ve been watching too much TV, perhaps we’ve been listening to too much pop music. Suddenly, girls feel an urge to become popstars, or at least resemble them. Is it because the press has taught us that commercial women don’t need to worry about real life?

I know women in the US are much more relaxed about this. Popstars are popstars, people are people. However, American women don’t have to worry themselves to death about an ongoing civil war nor poverty, problems which actually strike Colombians. According to the media, being pretty gives women freedom to forget these general concerns; after all, a commercially beautiful woman can become a model, earn lots of money, and be loved.

The beauty issue is not only a female whim. It is fed by men who have learned their lessons on life from the media as well. They have learned about the power of sex with the orgasm as ultimate goal, and the great importance of ‘using’ the correct instruments under the correct circumstances to achieve It, the Climax, the Prize of all Prizes. The correct instruments are none other than the ‘correct’ women, of course the ones approved by the media, which seems to be a new Bible for the world. Meanwhile, women are brought up to the idea that love is the most important thing in life, and that there must be measures taken in order to achieve the Prize of all Prizes, Love. I must remark that this love is being dangerously confused with lust. Love and lust seem to be the same thing now, but while the man’s prize is an instant gratification, the woman still seeks something beyond this. I presume this idea is being changed gradually as women are taught to seek instant gratification too.

I have recently visited a web forum on Colombian women. Men from many countries around the world, especially Britain and the United States comment on their wonders (I dare not say “our” since I don’t really fit into their description), especially their physical attributes. “A below average girl walking around the mall is still supermodel quality!” remarks one of the participants (Click here to read the forum). Unfortunately, not all of us are like supermodel quality. Where do the rest go to achieve realization in their life? I’m not saying finding a man is the ultimate female goal, but as I said before, beautiful women are supposed to gain the freedom not to worry anymore about life. Thus, is there a place for real women who have their own concerns rather than being able to show off their diminute waistline and linear navel? Is the press ever going to accept the idea that not all of us need sex as a god or beauty as weapon for success, that being in possession of a brilliant idea doesn’t make us less worthy than those in possession of a generally accepted body? Worst of all, are men ever going to realize our main goals in life don’t necessarily involve becoming their objects of desire and pleasure?

Useless Stuff to Let Time Fly By

Look what I found. A test to see what San-X character I am. I was hoping I would be Ginshari San, but it seems he isn’t even in the test (yeah, I cheated right after I finished to see other possible results). Well, the good news is that I’m actually someone I like a lot:

What San-X Character Are You?

Yep! I’m the grim Kogepan! It would’ve been nice if I had been Amaguri, since I have an Amaguri ornament in my backpack. Dakedo, it’s ok! Kogepan rules!!! If I ever go to Japan, I’m going to buy lots of San-X stuff, and I’ll surely include the lonesome Kogepan!

And yeah, sometimes I feel people think of me as overcooked and burnt…

PS: Did you notice the great amount of Engrish in the little sign?

A oscuras (Canción de la mujer invisible)

A oscuras me tiento

Y pregunto, “¿estoy ahí?”

En medio de un negro charco

De agua salada.

En vano he surcado el mundo–

Creí que era,

¡Creí que sentía!

Pero una tarde al viento

Oí un silbido,

Y donde mis pies descansaban

Ya no había sombra.

No quiero encarar al sol

Si ya no hay cara,

Ni mirar al horizonte

Cuando no hay ojos.

A oscuras me tiento

Y aúllo, “¿estoy ahí?”

Y del aire llueven ríos

De agua salada.

Friday Five/Las Cinco del Viernes

Es la hora de las cinco del viernes y Friday Five, y no quiero responder ninguno…. así que démosle al afán.

1) ¿Cuando sueñas, puedes acordarte perfectamente de lo que has soñado?

Claro, muchísimas veces.

2) ¿Alguna pesadilla recurrente?

Tenía pesadillas en Dubuque, pero ya no. Volví a tener sueños rarísimos y geniales. Tuve una época en la que soñaba muy seguido que moría de un tiro en la cabeza. Recuerdo especialmente aquella pesadilla en la que yo era una disidente de algún estado y me llevaban en helicóptero a la cárcel. Yo intentaba fugarme frente a la cárcel, entonces la guardia (era mujer) me disparaba en la espalda y luego se acercaba a rematarme en la cabeza. Yo sentía los disparos y todo.

3) ¿Sueñas en blanco y negro o en color?

¡A tooooodo color!

4) ¿Tu sueño más divertido/agradable?

Siempre hay uno nuevo, loquísimo y agradable (bueno, no siempre es tan agradable). No tengo un favorito.

5) ¿Si te despiertas a mitad de un sueño agradable, eres capaz de vovler a dormirte y obligarte a seguir soñando con la misma historia?

No, definitivamente no. Tengo que tener demasiado sueño, abrir los ojos accidentalmente, y volver a dormir. Sin embargo, cuando eso sucede el sueño toma un giro inesperado.

Ahora, Friday Five:

1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?

My first best friend was called Soly Alvarez. I met her in kindergarten. We were very very very good friends, we composed songs together and all. In fourth grade they split us up, which damaged the relationship very much. Things would never be the same after that.

2. Are you still in touch with this person?

Not at all. I heard her say scornfully once that we were like girlfriends (yeah, like girls in love). I was totally hurt by that comment. Then she left for Qatar because her father was transferred. Now she studies in some über-fancy university in the US, I guess.

3. Do you have a current close friend?

I have Lynn, Mare, and Pepin (their actual names are Lina, Maria, and Sandra). I think they’re going to be my lifetime friends, or at least I hope so. There’s also Ippo, Nails, and Dimanche (Adriana, Naila, and Carolina), but I don’t see them that often. I must remark that in Dubuque I had Minori, Kotaro, and Andrea. I still keep in touch with all of them.

4. How did you become friends with this person?

Lynn used to stick with Pepin in eighth grade. I was alone. Then, one day, I was walking all alone and Pepin pulled my arm and made me walk with them. That’s how we became a group. It was that simple! Mare came just a bit later, she was sticking with Nails, and… I don’t know, we were all talking to each other and all… and well, Lynn, Mare, and Pepin remained… (by the way, I gave Pepin her nickname just today! she didn’t have one till now) There was also Val (Valeria), but she disappeared. I don’t know, she’s studying, she’s impossible to locate, oh well… Long life to my friends!

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?

I wish Val were closer than she actually is. I wish she didn’t think we’re fans, but friends. I wish she thought just a little bit less about boys and just a little bit more about us. But I can’t change her psyche. I also wish Soly hadn’t said what she said about our old friendship. However, there is no chance we could still stick together since we became so different when we grew up.

That’s it. Friday Five, done. I’m feeling full of energy and I don’t know why!!!