Do not discriminateI think people bipolar, schizophrenic, depressive, anxious, ectneeds a lot of understanding.Do not discriminate.They are not dangerous.Not even have to avoid them.They are people with a problem that requires medicationYou have to feel compassion for the mentally illNobody is to blame for being mentally illOf course we must not isolate them.
The Ballad of MulanThe sound of weaving, woman's chore--Mulan weaves on before the door.But now the shuttle's noise is drownedBy Daughter Mulan's sighing sound."Who, my girl, is in your thought?What memory has your mind caught?""No one is in Mulan's thought,No memory has Mulan caught.The night before, I saw the postThe Khan sent out to build his host.In scrolls of twelve did they proclaimThe characters of Father's name.But Father has no eldest son,And Brother's not the eldest one.So I shall buy a saddled horseTo take his place among the force."Now to the East for valiant steed!Now to the West for saddle's need!Now to the South to take the reins!Now to the North, the whip remains!At dawn she bids her kin farewell,At night she camps by Yellow swells.No cries from family find her ears,The Yellow River's flow is all she hears.At dawn she leaves the Yellow waves,At night those mounts of black she braves.No cries from family find her ears,The neigh of foreign horse is all she hears.
Woman's WorldHe wakes upand notices nothing unusual.He wanders downstairs in skimpy pjs, switches on the radioThe breakfast show, a witty host and her regulation male sidekick-the butt of the jokes.The news is going, that abducted boy found dead, sexually abused, throttledA woman helping with inquiriesinevitable really.Bored of the chatter he turns it offEats his cereal before the telly, a music channelWomen in baggy jeans singing about how nice men lookin clubs, dancing topless around holes.He unconsciously scrutinises the semi-clad men that surround herWinding their perfect bodies in sync to the beat, hip rollingLooks down at his own belly, thinks, I'll skip lunch.In the shower he shampoos his long hair,Fretting about baldnessthis constant battle with his body.He shaves his legs, his armpits, his bellyScans his chest and thighs for regrowthwonders when he should next visit the salon.He shaves his jaw.He dresses uncomfortablyCan't buy anything without some kind of
Letter to Obama (Revised)My name is [name redacted], and I am a 21-years-old young woman from Illinois, and you were once my Senator. I am hand-writing this letter to you, because I want you to understand the utmost importance it contains, and so I have given it this personal touch. I am sure by the end of this letter, my hand will not be very happy with me.Sir, you are a father of two daughters. I'm sure it would not be too bold of me to assume that, in the course of your life as a father, there have been times when one of your girls has come home from school, a sitter, or daycare crying, and crying because of something involving the her peers or her caretakers. In those times, she might have been too young to understand interaction with others; that others don't always play nice or the way you want them to, and you can't always boss people around (as I'm sure they might have pushed you and your wife, Sir, like any other child). You had to tell her this; you had to teach her that things in life were sometime
Modern MarriageThe debate on marriage is steeped in rhetoric, emotional speech, and vague references to tradition and precedent. Arguments are often made about the natural order of things, from the reproductive capability of male and female, to the occurrence of homosexuality in nature. The word is given many different definitions based on what each individual sees as a standard and motivation for marriage. So how do we untangle these things and understand what a proper modern definition is? Can it include same-sex couples?The first argument against gay marriage is that, traditionally, marriage has been defined as between a man and a woman and this sets a precedent for all future usage of the word. True, I think you will find few people who will argue the historical heterosexual nature of marriage. I am not aware of any culture with a legal definition of marriage that included same-sex couples, and even in cultures that were acc
To be told 'You can't.'When I was three, I remember sitting on Daddy's lap,"I'll sail the world someday, explore islands, and find a treasure map!"He told me I couldn't, that I was a girl,As precious and delicate as a pearl.When I was seven, I talked to my Mother,"Someday I'll be better at football than Brother!"She told me I couldn't, that such sports were too rough,Too manly and burly for a girl not as tough.When I was thirteen, I said to my friend,"I'll man a spaceship and go to the universe's end!"She told me we'd never be as cool as Captain Kirk,And after all, aren't the guys supposed to do such boring work?When I was eighteen, I said to Aunt Amber,"I head off to Harvard this September."She advised me to study something maternal and nice,So as to not be competing with men as cold as ice.So I got a Bachelor's and became a housewife instead,And tried to banish my childhood dreams from my head.But whenever I brought up travel or graduate school to my husband,He asked me why bother when h
The Dress Makes the WomanWhen I was a little girl, I delighted in wearing dresses whenever I could. To me, there was no better feeling than wearing a pretty, flowery, frilly dress and being told how pretty I was.As I got older, I developed a more tomboyish personality and distanced myself as far away from dresses and skirts as I could. I was embarrassed at ever having worn them in the past. Dresses and skirts were "girly" and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. One Easter Sunday, I was outraged when my dad recommended I wear a dress to church for the occasion. He thought it was more appropriate. Another time, my grandma asked me why I didn't wear "girl's clothes".The last major event I wore a dress to was prom while my boyfriend wore a tux. My gown was green, short, and sparkly. He was jealous of all the attention I got, since guys' tuxes look basically the same. I said that he should have worn a gown to prom instead. He said he wished he could, but of course, men who wear dresses aren't exactly tak
Media through the eyes of a teenage girlI didn't really realize anything was wrong until the day I sat flipping through the channels. I was looking for something that I couldn't yet pinpoint, and all I knew was that I wasn't finding it. I found Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon, and I kept searching. I checked all the air dates and upcoming programs and didn't find it. Then I knew what I was looking for, based on what I kept finding. I wasn't finding what I wanted, and everything I found was cartoons about awesome characters that went on stupid missions, cracking jokes and tying up loose ends. It was stupid, but fun. I imagined myself going on those adventures, and realized the picture didn't fit. Because the characters were all guys.I challenge you to think of two cartoons that star girls. Let's look at the most popular shows, shall we? Ben 10, Johnny Test, Regular Show, Spongebob
it goes on and on. No, Powerpuff Girls doesn't count, because that aired a decade ago. Neither does the genderbent Adventure Time universe,