Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Life is too Short to be Offended




“Insanity- When being PC is more important than living.”


Life is too short to be offended. I'm not saying we should not be politically correct, what I am saying is that we shouldn't let it run our lives. Our generation has become so worried about accidentally stepping on peoples' toes and hurting others' feelings, that they don't say what they mean. We have the word "sorry" for a reason. For example, (to keep things in the holiday spirit), people are saying “Happy Holidays” because they are worried about offending those who don’t celebrate Christmas. That’s all fine and dandy, but I’m sorry if someone “slips up” and says “Merry Christmas.” They shouldn’t get their head ripped off, even figuratively. By doing that to the person who has wished you a Merry Christmas, doesn’t that come off as politically incorrect? Or insensitive? I understand saying in reply: “Thank you, and Happy Hanukkah!” I feel like wishing someone Merry Christmas is just a nice way of wishing them a good holiday and that it was nice of them to even say something in the first place. Whether the person they say it to celebrates that holiday or not.  How are they going to know if it’s a perfect stranger? Same thing goes with calling a Christmas tree a “Holiday tree.” Come on… Really? Do I even need to comment on that one?


Another thing that I find quite annoying, that goes along with being PC is the word tolerance... I cannot stress enough how much I loathe that word. It just sounds so negative, and almost as if it is a chore to be around whatever it is that you're "tolerating." It literally means to "put up with." I don't want someone to just simply "put up with" me; I'd rather someone be straightforward with me about how their feeling. The word seems almost passive-aggressive. Not only that but it seems as if it has become a term of repression instead of a term of respect and self-discipline. It actually suppresses honest conversation, which is another thing I can't stand... But that's just me. 


Coming from a more comedic stand point: all humans, in one way or another, are ridiculous and quirky (hey-oh recall!) And one thing that I've learned is that comedy is holding a magnifying glass to life, and showing through these exaggerations how we truly are. And we LAUGH at it, because it's TRUE! The problem with PC is that it requires us to be hyper-vigilant and take ourselves too seriously. It's more fun to embrace our imperfections and stupidity, and laugh a little. I get that these poignant exaggerations go hand-in-hand with stereotypes. Stereotypes are generalizations that we, humans, make all the time. Generalizations by definition don’t precisely comment on someone as an individual. But they exist for a reason, and reflect a truism. For example, I always tell my friends that I sure can make a mean sandwich like a good woman should. Or that I’m pretty smart for a blonde. 


Actually, our brains are wired to stereotype; we have a need for context, pattern, and habits of thought so we can function and problem solve more efficiently. These “habits” provide a comforting structure that allows us to feel in control and stable. Without this structure we can feel anxious, uncomfortable, or even downright terrified. Stereotyping is just how our brain uses habits. We form stereotypes based on judgments and experiences that we then translate into standards or familiar contexts. These contexts allow us to make judgments or decisions faster in similar situations. While this is helpful, stereotyping may lead to bad or even dangerous consequences. For example, research shows that most doctors form their diagnosis of a patient within the first ten seconds of seeing them. The diagnosis is arrived at by observing the present data then seeing patterns and making connections to everything the doctor has learned through training and practice. This stereotyping is useful; it helps the doctor solve problems in an informed and efficient manner. However, what if the doctor is wrong? What if his first diagnosis or assumptions about the patient’s problem are incorrect? Without recognizing the possibility of being wrong, the patient could receive a treatment that is not needed or is dangerous. While our brains develop contexts so that we can solve problems faster, we also generally assume our stereotypes or judgments are right. To bring this to a more day-to-day situation, assuming we’re not all medical doctors, someone could say “aw, you have a China doll face” to an Asian woman. This person isn’t trying to be offensive, what they meant to say is that this woman is beautiful, although it came off as somewhat inept. Or another person could say, “for a fat girl, you’re quite agile.” Then it’s up to the person receiving the compliment, as backhanded as it is, to realize that this person saw something graceful in them and they can choose to let the “fat girl” bit go or not. 


Just remember, we all have a biased lens. While there are similarities between experiences and situations, not all are exactly the same. As individuals we do not see the same situation or experience identically. We only have our past experiences and things we have learned to base our assumptions on. Therefore, we need to be careful, and be open to the possibility that our assumptions, judgments, or contexts may be wrong. We also need to keep in mind that we make stereotypes as an instinct and to accuse someone of being politically incorrect all the time is unfair, because that person’s experiences have shown them otherwise. 

       MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!





Saturday, November 24, 2012

My Life as a Cats' Maid



For the past five months or so,  I have been cleaning up after thirty-five plus cats at a cat breeder’s house. While spending this “quality” time with all these felines, it has become extremely evident how ridonkulously quirky they all are. Even one of the cats is named Quirky. Not kidding… 

Just to list a few (and by few I mean three plus anywhere between two and ten more) of these crazy cats... We have:

Tex- “the stereotypical stud-” Every time you walk past his kennel he does his damndest to get your attention. He tries to accomplish this by meowing as obnoxiously loud as possible. It almost sounds like a drunken cow that’s dying. If you don’t give him the attention he thinks he deserves he will attempt to swipe at you; a true stud indeed. 

Quirky- One of the first female cats that my boss bred; now she’s spayed and on a whole bunch of hormones, which have made her gain a bunch of weight. It’s like watching a melon on four legs walk around. She’s a sweetheart and the queen of the castle, roaming the entire house with as much grace and elegance her body type will allow. Unfortunately Queen Quirky takes dumps like a king with dysentery (TMI?).

Nueces- The nicer, “less” obnoxious, female version of Tex. She loves getting attention and won’t leave you alone until you have given her enough… Which is pretty much NEVER. She seems to believe that it is her duty to groom everyone who enters her kennel. While I was bent over scooping her litter box, she jumped on my back and started grooming and nuzzling the back of my head. This was all fine and dandy until I needed to get up, because, of course, she wasn’t done yet. The difficult part was trying to get her off my back without her clawing my skin off. Luckily I raised myself up enough that she got the hint and jumped off onto her bed on the shelf, instead of the bloody, painful alternative. 

Diego & Pippa- The reason I listed these two together is that they’re more entertaining when they’re interacting with one another. Pippa is essentially a “tease” and Diego is the poor lug who falls for it all the time. They had this back and forth, repetitive game, where Pippa would get Diego to chase her, and when he did she would swat at him. Seeing this was almost like watching a cliché, romantic French film. My boss was trying to get these two to breed. I went into the garage, which is where all the adult cats are house, and I saw Diego attempting to breed with Pippa. Diego was doing his thing, and Pippa was just laying there and had the most bored and uninterested look on her face. Poor Diego…

Then of course we have the kittens!!! These smaller, furrier versions of toddlers make cleaning the most difficult thing in the world. They’re jumping in and out of the litter boxes as we’re trying to scoop them, climbing and clinging onto our shoes, gnawing holes into the trash bags (which creates even more of a mess), and doing any other thing they can to get in the way. The kittens are the most infuriating, adorable, and lovable things in the entire world.  

I never thought I would write about cats. Just going back through what I’ve written has made me feel like I’m turning into a crazy, old cat lady. Not that there’s anything wrong with that... 

As long as I don't end up looking like this... Because then I would have a horrible case of jaundice.





Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Miniature Basketball Hoops


I was flipping through one of my notebooks and I found this overheard conversation I had written down. This conversation occurred this Summer while I was at Second City for a 4 week immersion course. At this time Second City also has improv camps for teenagers. I was sitting in the cafe area, and there were two teenagers sitting at a table near by. This was the "precious" conversation I overheard:

Boy: Around 15 years old
Girl: About 15

BOY
Did you ever have one of those little basketball hoops when you were little?

GIRL
Yeah! I loved those. But when I got older, I dunked and knocked it over and broke it...

BOY
Haha I know, huh? I always thought they would be perfect for midget basketball.

GIRL
Yeah I could see that! Midgets running around on a tiny basketball court with those Playskool hoops.

BOY
Man, it would be freakin' hilarious.

I think they saw me listening to them, because the girl asked me if I was in the Summer camp as well. I kindly told her no, and said I was in the adult immersion course. In her sprightly, doe-eyed way, she then asked me how old I was. I told her I was 20, and she looked surprised, then replied, "Really? I thought you were 15 just like me!" I then laughed and told her I got that a lot. She laughed and turned back around to continue talking to the boy.

They moved on to some other strange conversation that I didn't quite hear because I was thinking about how silly teenagers are. They're an interesting species, aren't they? Later that day in my writing class, I shared the overheard conversation. My writing instructor told us about when she taught a writing class for the teenage group. She said that, on average,  all they wrote about were midgets, hobos, and the like. I asked her why they were so interested in writing/talking about "midgets, hobos, and the like." She candidly replied, "You know... I'm not actually sure at all."

Thursday, October 11, 2012

A Little Intro

"One can acquire everything in solitude except character. " - Stendhal

All my life I have been fascinated by people and their individual quirks. I constantly catch myself people-watching and "accidentally" listening in on their conversations. These are the things that I'm most inspired by. People-watching has been the nexus of all the characters I have created in stories, comedic sketches, and while acting or improvising. Even in daily life I find myself going in and out of different accents or impersonations of different characters. (This may be a psychiatric issue of mine, but it seems to entertain my friends and family, so I don't mind if I'm a little bit crazy).

We're all a little bit "crazy" in one way or more, right? I mean life would be completely boring if it weren't for those silly quirks.  I love this about people and all the characters we have within us. So as I'm sure you have already guessed, this blog is going to be a place where I'm going to share funny (hopefully) stories, observations, and overheard conversations from the characters I encounter. And I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. If not that's okay, too... We've all got our quirks, and this is just one of mine.