HaHas anyone read Allegiant? Well, no – one reads this blog to reply, but I like to feel that there are fellow sufferers out there.
I was watching Divergent last night (again). I’ve been an avid fan of the book ever since it existed (way way back in 2010/2011!!!!!) and it’s one of those books, like the Harry Potter series or Life on the Refrigerator Door, that I’ve read so many times I’ve lost count. Jeanine Matthews, that most hated of fandom villains everywhere, described human nature as the enemy. My first reaction was a Dumbledore-esque cry of ‘but it’s human nature to love! To form family bonds and help others and create strong morals and then enforce them!’ But however much I hate to say it, she may have had a point…
Bonds make us weaker. Love makes us willing to die for other people, even if it goes against orders or morals. Morals go against big corporations and, occasionally, the government. If I was planning to take that role, I, too, would want rid of human nature.
But Divergent and Anarchism aside, I it is also in human nature to copy. Not just in desperate exams but in every day life. We copy the way others walk. Accents. Body language. And slang is bounced around teenagers like me so fast that in a month one word will be standard fare in pretty much every internet – ed country in the world. Except maybe North Korea. Chances are slang is illegal there.
Most of all, we copy what we wear. For most of us, changing what we actually look like in terms of features and bodies is pretty much impossible: we just have to make do with what we were given. It’s because of this desperate need to copy that we want to look like each other, but we can’t. So what now?
Well, fashion, of course. If you hadn’t figured it out from the title already. Here, finally, is something we CAN change about ourselves, to try to make ourselves look as much as possible like everyone else! People talk about fashion as an expression of individualism, but, by the time it gets filtered down to us low budget high street infuencables, it’s anything but. Fashion now becomes a desperate race to look the most like THAT girl or boy and, just in the Olympics, there are medal worthy attempts and a awful failures. Because fashion isn’t about dressing in a unique way to suit both your body shape and personality. It isn’t about taste or favourite colours.
Yep, I hate to sound like an angry activist, but fashion is simply about control. Everyone looking the same and wanting more of the same means more demand which means higher prices and there’s no obligation to put them down. When people think independently, they’re lost as customers. So fashions take to every media device available on earth to convince that not wearing fashion is unacceptable. And, as someone who isn’t afraid of big, long dresses and calf – length skirts, it sometimes feels as if the media are in schools, too. Which in a way they are. Because if you’ve spent the most impressionable years of your life being told to follow blindly what you’ve been told to follow blindly, why wouldn’t you?
It boils down to this: we aren’t the same. Every person is different. So why should we dress the same? I dare you to ask just one ‘trendy’ person why they follow fashion. I have. And I’m still waiting on a reply.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure I made a few words there. And spelt nesescary wrong. But hey, what’s life without a little variety?
It’s all fair to laugh at the mishaps of celebrities like the unlucky-in-love Kardashians. Khloe (I think that’s the right name) marrying a mere month after meeting her beau and divorcing just as soon after, Kris’ lips inflating to a size that even Hollywood couldn’t call attractive, Kim nearly finding out about her secret party (phew, that was a close one!): these all seem to us far distant and unrelated events that happen to people we will never likely meet and we simply don’t know.
However, these are people: someone’s parent, or sister, or best friend. How would you react if, all over the world, thousands and possibly millions of people were all watching and giggling at your life as you try to blunder through this horrendous world you were born into?
Sure, they were the ones who originally came up with the idea of ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians’. And I’m sure that they wouldn’t stop it now: any media attention is good attention, as they, presumably a desperate PR manager, say. But I can’t help but feel a little squirm in my stomach every time I see mocking photos I laughed at just a year ago. I’m going to take it as a good sign, as the development of a conscience I must have been sorely lacking before.
This isn’t a defense to the Kardashians: I still see a lot of problems with their lifestyle, but, if we’re pointing fingers, this needs to go back a lot further than simply Kris Jenner and Rob Kardashian making children. Because who is behind shows that tease and bully and snigger behind backs? And who taught those people the skills to not only create beauty but strife? And who taught the teachers?
This is much further rooted than simply the faces we see on our screens. And venting on them will never, ultimately, solve anything.
That said, there is no way I’m going to miss an opportunity to watch the next episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians.
I just finished watching Beyonce’s performance at the VMAs, or most of it anyway. I was struck by her feminist declaration in the middle, talking about women being just as sexual as men. But until then I was certain that she rejected the idea of equality: she was calling her bum ‘it’ as if her body was an object and so separate from her. Those aren’t exactly feminist ideals… as Ani Difranco would tell you, “your body is your only true dominion!”. I’m sure that it implies a certain amount of control over all parts of your body, no matter how hyper-sexualised it may be.
But then I thought that maybe she was taking the whole ‘women should be allowed to walk around naked’ idea and putting it to her own beat. Which would make a lot more sense than anything else. But it still doesn’t explain the running theme of ‘treat my body like an object’. If you were a feminist, why would you want to be treated in that way?
One thing’s for sure: I’m all up for female empowerment in the most positive way, but Beyonce isn’t the icon to lead the most curious of us there.
I was lying awake last night and thinking of this girl I know. She started a blog not too long ago, but it was empty-headed and fraught with bad spelling and grammar which is one of the things that I hate most in the world. But she resiliently continued to share the link to every new post on her populous Facebook wall, and it got me thinking: if she has the bravery to share all her thoughts, however much I might scorn them, and then allow the people who know her best to read them, why shouldn’t I? Because she was the more confident, outspoken person and I was hiding behind a screen of thought to scoff at someone I secretly admired. So I ploughed through my own doubt and created this blog, in the hope of banishing my cruel thoughts and becoming less like the ‘haters’ she so often rants about. I haven’t thought about what I’ll write about, and with the auto correct on my new tablet that I haven’t figured out how to murder yet, it’s unlikely anything will even be legible. But I hope you enjoy me picking at my own mind and laughing at things which probably, in hindsight, are ridiculously UNfunny. Comment if you fancy a conversation, and until the next post, have a great life!