House of Cards

Just like many of the people in the novel, Jay Gatsby fails to see how delicate his luxurious life is

It seems evident that Gatsby understands the position he's in: a life of lies and impurities. Perhaps a better criticism would be to say his life goal is shrewd. The Great Gatsby had failed to move on with his life and had locked himself up in the mirage of his past. He fails to get pass the fact that Daisy has a life of her own and is managing fine without her long lost love.
Jay Gatsby believed that the key to his perfect life with Daisy was wealth and riches. He obtained all of this wealth to capture the heart of his beloved and to his amazement it worked! Daisy still had the mutual feelings they shared from the past.
With the riches Gatsby has granted himself, he had a chance to lead a splendid life, but his ignorance to understanding his beloved Daisy ruined him. His madness prevented him from understanding that he was no longer in the past; it was impossible for him to return.
His whole being was much like his grand mansion; both were out of place. An extravagant piece of architecture located on the less lavish, West Egg and a strong-willed man trapped in his past stood out so much it was impossible not to be aware of its presence. To the society Gatsby may seem Great, but among analyzing his character and actions, it's impossible not to notice his shrewd motive to steal someone's spouse. Going so far for a woman who has moved on only emphasizes how Gatsby has gone crazy. Although is may seem that Gatsby was "successful," his failure to organize his thoughts and lifestyle created his tragic flaw. His life was made of stacks of cards ready to fall any moment. With a single gust of wind, everything he had would have fallen, vanished.
I can only wonder if Mr. Gatsby's wealth will truly get him the happiness he so dearly longs for.

Memories

My life has been filled with both good and bad things but I'm lucky because I've forget most of the bad things that I've experienced. I really wanted to base this post off of the bad and traumatic things that have happened in my life. I spent two hours trying to think of something "bad" that's happened to me and through those two hours, I could only remember the two cats that I had to say goodbye to. Although at that time I may have been in the dumps, I know that they're happy and living well now. Though I can't say what Jennette Wall's was truly feeling, I'm sure must have shared similar feelings her father left. Sure she must have missed the happy memories her father gave her, but she knows that her father's saved from the horrible lifestyle he had progressed to lead on Earth.
As time progresses people will try to find the better things in an experience; memories will change. Good times will  become the best times, and hopefully the bad times will be forgotten.
Now for the many many good times that I have recalled, my dearest memory was from just a couple of years ago surfaced. Middle school graduation.

I think my middle school graduation was much like Jennette's experience in the hospital after she was "on fire." Even though Jennette wasn't in top notch, her experience in the hospital and with the nurses made the made it an experience worth remembering. Now why is that similar to a middle school graduation ceremony? This ceremony was when we all had to say goodbye to each other and move on with life. We will always rejoice with one another about our joyous memories together, but we each had our separate paths to take. Just a few days ago I was taking to a friend about how nice middle school was. (Lord knows how many stupid things we did), but as for graduation, we all had different happy memories. Writing this blog post I realize that memories aren't everlasting, though the backbone may be the same, the details will never stop changing. The happy thing just keep getting happier, the sad, well still bad.

WHOAREYOUYOUYOUYO

Once there was a girl who saw her own life through the eyes of another being, yet the slightest mistakes she picked out she could not fix. She could not remember when she began to analyze her actions, nor has she ever truly been satisfied with herself. As as young girl she has been continuously challenged by the obstacles in her life that refused to let her lead a "perfect" life, but having a loving family and caring friends, she embraced, like the multiples of other problems she faced, the word "perfectionist." Realizing the public perception stamped onto her granted her insight; she believed that perfectionism wasn't her identity--it was something she must negate if not eliminate. Luckily she realized that her self-identity would be continuously shot down by how others perceive her and that what she identified as her true self couldn't even compare with the stereotype the general public threw her in. It was then, she decided to take advantage of her branded label to criticize the public: when she ignored the bumpy surfaces and occasionally overlooked the simple errors, she was able to feel relief for she was getting closer to leaving the generalization implanted on her. When she was stressed by the stupidity of some person, she was able to feel intelligent, perspective and full of prime caution.

Dandelions

Dandelions.
In The Bluest Eyes, Dandelions are the African Americans in the white society. They are weeds that people saw the need to eradicate for they ruined the soil they grew in and scared away the "beautiful" plants that are supposed to live there.
As a child, I shared memories and beliefs with Pecola. I too didn't think that these little yellow flowers were ugly and dangerous. We "thought they were pretty" (47 Morrison). I remember picking dandelions to make bouquets for my parents, though they quickly threw them away. I remember blowing on dandelions to make my wishes come true, but to find more fluffy flowers the next day. At that time, little did I care or know that these plants were the weeds that people hated and tried to remove so earnestly. Now, just a few year later, I see the horrors of these plants.

Truthfully speaking, I don't think the comparison between Dandelions and African Americans is correct; as a matter of fact, I think it is wrong in every aspect. African Americans are people just like any other race. The things that other races can do, I'm sure Africans can do it as well. If an analogy were to be made with Dandelions, it would be the societal norms that hover above individuals. Generalizations made by people spreed crazily like unwanted weeds. They can never be truly disposed of and are embraced by everyone to some degree--just like how every patch of dirt has potential to give life to a Dandelion. When one child picks it up, they are tainted the yellow pigment. When another child makes a wish upon the seeds of hope, the beliefs planted by society only grows to greater lengths.
So now the question arises, who is scarier? African Americans?

HeyHey It's a New Month, New Start!

Barbie Dolls. They really do impact a person don't they. Barbie dolls are the classic toy for all young girls. They period in which they find themselves longing for theses dolls is the very point in their life where the things the learn and experience will be with them forever. In a way it is almost as if society is mending how girls, eventually the young ladies of the society, think, act, or try to appear as.
What is beauty? Why are barbies "more beautiful"? Don't they say "What's natural is the most beautiful?" So why do people go out of their way so create something so unnatural!

 

Not long ago, after reading Our Barbies Ourselves, a group of friends and I were engrossed in a discussion about barbie dolls at lunch. We search up so many of these people who wanted to look like a doll it not only freaked us out but made us utterly grossed out by people's values. Very famous human Ken said so himself: "As a kid, you play with Ken dolls and kind of assume that is what a handsome guy is supposed to look like." Just my opinions, but that is just mortifying. 

These "dolls were essentially sex toys!" 

Last night I reread Our Barbies Ourselves I felt like I was reading it on a totally different level. I could see where Prager was trying to elude her readers. So I thought to myself, why do people change themselves to start a new life as a SEX TOY!? 

Standing of the same ground as Prager, I wonder if it's alright for young girls to be playing with such toys created by men? Is it alright for children to feel like it it's justified to be stripping Barbie of her clothing and to be playing with her body in that way? 

Our Barbie Ourselves is very controversial, but it brings out why Barbie is a malicious doll, not just by criticizing her appearance but to criticize her even further: to criticize her very existence.