So, I thought separation anxiety was sonething that happened to dogs and babies. Turns out it can happen to me too. I thought my mother going on vacation would be great. I had the whole house to myself and I could clean at my leisure. What I didn’t think about was the fact that we have 1 million animals and none of them are mine. I have had to do so much more this week. I had to get up earlier and stay up later and clean so much more. The dog has been making more messes then my child, and Sienna pooped in the bathtub…twice.
I had to start sleeping in my mothers bed so that the dog didnt cry and whine ALL night. Instead the cats are bothering me all night starved for attention since they won’t come out around the dog. So Mom is coming back and expecting dinner and a welcome. I am exhausted and ready to be done. If I ever have my own place, I hope I remember this and not have any animals.
I also decided that I absolutely hate not being in the same room as Sienna. Maybe its the whole separate floor thing. It sucks. I can’t cuddle in the morning and peek at her cute sleeping face unless I walk up our crickety stairs. I want to be able to fall asleep with her in my arms and then put her back in the middle of the night without really waking up. How can it be possible to have this much love for one tiny human being?
My sweet girl is already 15 months old! I can’t believe how big she is getting. She has such a personality already. Always a HAM!
The concern for overly exposed young bodies may be well-intentioned. With society fetishizing girls at younger and younger ages, girls are instructed to self-objectify and see themselves as sexual objects, something to be looked at. A laundry list of problems can come from obsessing over one’s appearance: eating disorders, depression, low self-worth. Who wouldn’t want to spare her daughter from these struggles?
But these dress codes fall short of being legitimately helpful. What we fail to consider when enforcing restrictions on skirt-length and the tightness of pants is the girls themselves—not just their clothes, but their thoughts, emotions, budding sexuality and self-image.
Instead, these restrictions are executed with distracted boys in mind, casting girls as inherent sexual threats needing to be tamed. Dress restrictions in schools contribute to the very problem they aim to solve: the objectification of young girls. When you tell a girl what to wear (or force her to cover up with an oversized T-shirt), you control her body. When you control a girl’s body—even if it is ostensibly for her “own good”—you take away her agency. You tell her that her body is not her own.
When you deem a girl’s dress “inappropriate,” you’re also telling her, “Because your body may distract boys, your body is inappropriate. Cover it up.” You recontextualize her body; she now exists through the male gaze.
Things that drive me crazy: Knowing that even though our age of consent is between 16-18 (depending on state law), girls are still considered sexually available the moment they start developing breasts, which can start as early as 8 or 9.
For years she is indoctrinated with a culture that values and objectified her only as a sexual being, so that if she starts to flirt with an older man when she is still under the age of consent, she’s called jailbait and blamed for tempting him to break the law. He’s never asked why he couldn’t control himself or say no.
This is rape culture. It starts the moment a girl gets breasts.
Sienna must have gotten a cold and so kindly passed it on to me. At least I was able to finishing reading Pride, Pregidous, and zombies. I loved it. I couldnt get through The Pride and Pregidous because it was much too boring. I might revisit it just to read anothother classic. I love reading but it has proved much more difficult with an active one-year-old.
Reading is entertainment when funds are low. I am switching Sienna’s daycare which is going to cost me way more than I originally thought. I had to pay a registration fee and 2 weeks deposit which is $430. And on top of that I have to pay every friday the weekly fee. Daycare is absolutely ridiculous.
If I didn’t need the money, why would I ask? I might as well just give up on this. …
The sad thing is, this has been going on for ages.
My grandpa was telling me that his family were spat at on the street and called “Fucking Dirty Wogs” and “To go back where they came from” because they came here from Italy. My dad was beaten up at school for being a “Wog” and then he was the only one who got in trouble with the teacher. I was bullied relentlessly at school for being a ” Fat Wog” as well, and this was like a few years ago by some stupid fucks who think they were so fucking smart.
And now that hatred as moved onto the Asylum Seekers again (you’d be pretty fucking ashamed of Australia in 2001-2003 after the 9/11 attacks) and even before that in Geelong the Sudanese community was treated like shit simply for being refugees.
Its a cycle of viciousness and the Government only encourages the behavior. It needs to stop now.
At first this made me angry and never want to go to Australia but after thinking about it, I know there are people like this in America. I still live here but my biggest passion is promoting diversity and helping those who are treated differently no matter the reason.