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Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Origin of How Males Fool Themselves


Hello! I wrote this for TOK, but I quite like my ideas here so I wanted to share it on my blog. 

How and why are gender biases and stereotypes affected by a person’s upbringing?

I find gender differences fascinating. People tend to separate women and men.  The extent to which they do this differs from culture to culture, but it’s common for there to be stereotypes assigned to the two different gender groups.
Here are some of those stereotypes…
·      Women belong in the house.
·      Women must raise kids.
·      Men must go to work.
·      Men are strong.
·      Women are emotional.
·      Women are bad at sports.
·      Men are messy.
·      Women are clean.
·      Etc.
The origin of these is even more fascinating. A few years back, I had read a comic book about the evolution of humankind and the history of all their cultures and societies. This comic book, named The Cartoon History of the Universe, written by Larry Gonick, had its own explanation for the origin of sexism. It explains that when humans adapted to a sedentary life, their cultural habits began to change. Men were tasked to do things that required physical strength, like hunting, fishing and fighting. But women had everything else in control. They were respected, because they gave birth to kids and continued their race. Men did not realize that they had a part in reproduction too.  One day, a shepherd man watching his sheep, realized that coitus had something to do with babies. This led to the entire male population keeping their wives in their homes just so they could know where the babies were coming from. And this was how sexism began.
But this is sexism in history. How does sexism start… in a person? It all depends on how the person grows: what they learn from school, their families, and their environment. Sexism is just an opinion. But it is an opinion with big effects on society.
The moment I wrote down the question I asked as the title, I thought of my own childhood. My own parents had not taught me the rules of being a girl, I had learned from my friends and people around me. Girls got to wear skirts or pants for a school uniform, but boys did not have this choice. Girls’ parents chose to dress them in pink and decorate their room with this colour. It was like a label. If you had anything pink, you had to be a girl. Why did we have to be labeled like an object? Why did boys wear blue? Why did there have to be a difference?
This difference of colour was a small detail. Growing up, our games were different too. Girls played house, they pretended to have babies and cooked and did things their mothers did, while boys played video games and threw action figures at each other. Why is it that girls play a game so applicable to life? Were games supposed to prepare you for something? If so, then as a girl who enjoys video games, I must be seriously prepared for an apocalypse or must be a master of hand to hand combat, as well as being a housewife.
I never really thought about gender roles, until my cousin was born. Watching my little boy cousin grow, I got to experience what it felt like to grow up as a boy. You were always reminded how to behave. “Boys don’t cry.” “Boys are strong!” “Boys don’t play with Barbies.” “Boys don’t wear pink.”
Now I can make connections between things. I’ll never truly understand where sexism comes from, but this is my theory. Boys, being constantly told to be strong, connect other things with strength. For example, if they don’t cry when they fall, they must be strong. If they don’t wear girly colours, they must be strong. If they play sports well, they must be strong. And by coincidence, girls just happen to do all the things they classify as ‘weak’. So if someone is feminine, they must be weak. And this causes some of them to think they must be better than girls, because they are strong.
Sexism is affected by language, reason, and emotion. 

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Reflections

This blog entry got me thinking of all the little stuff I accomplished in the summer.
So now I'll list all my boring accomplishments and tie it into my homework task, because why not?

I wrote many, many poems. I keep a little notebook where I write poems from the perspectives of a character, but they all reflect a bit of me too.
I drew so many pictures.
I started a notebook where I drew reference pictures for all my characters. Though I didn't get to finish it because it takes a lot of work and I have over 50 active characters in my story.
I played Pokemon like crazy. Video games deserve a separate entry.
I bought really old original comics. They are so amazing.
I read most of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I don't know why but that book just fascinates me. I love the authors style and I love everything that's going on and I love how confusingly simple everything is. I read MOST of it, and not all, because I had to read another book before school started.

Yes, the Bridge of San Luis Rey.
Honestly, when I first started reading this book I was not interested. The story did not attract me, but I really enjoyed the author's tone and style, so I kept going. The stories of the characters started getting more and more interesting to me as there were more connections made between characters, mostly concentrating around the Perichole. It was intriguing to see how one character could affect so many others without even intending to. The book made me think about what I believed in, and whether such coincidences could be 'acts of God' or not. Our discussions in class also evoked lots of thoughts in my mind, and I found myself wondering when and why natural disasters occurred, and what sort of control this superior being had on the world (if it existed, of course). It was also useful to learn more about these phenomena because I could use this information if I ever end up writing about a hurricane or a meteorite.
Discussing the book, the plot, and the characters in class really helped me realize things I had missed out or forgotten. Since everybody is different, they all notice and remember different things when reading a book. When all these different people sit down to talk about it, they all share unique opinions and points. Listening to my classmates' beliefs gave me more thoughts to consider so I could built my own, strong opinion in the end. The role play our friends did helped with this process as well. I got to see faces of characters I hadn't yet seen, and more of their personalities and goals.