For the past couple days, we've talked about an incredible man by the name of Roger Ebert. Roger Ebert was a film critic, journalist, and screen writer. His film critique and work was exceptional, but the work he did after his life altering illness was beyond that. For me, death has always been a very abstract concept. I've never known anyone close to me who's died, or experienced anything near it either. I wondered about it, along with many other things small and big. When I was younger I'd question everything and anything and although it would annoy people, it was exciting for me. Roger Ebert not being able to eat or drink or talk, began a blog where he discussed everything from the universe to loneliness. He questioned things and discussed things, something that I'v stopped doing gradually over the years.
Life has turned into a routine for me. I stopped questioning things, and started accepting. I stopped discussing, and focused on numbers for grades and awards for college. I lost my desire to know more about the world than what people would tell me. Roger Ebert's story and work made me realize that. Roger Ebert valued things that I completely forgot had value. "What I am grateful for is the gift of intelligence, and for life, love, wonder, and laughter." Why, when faced with a personal tragedy, do some people swim while others sink? I honestly think it's how people value what they have around them. The people who sink, forget the immense value that love, laughter, intelligence and just life have. They get strung up in what they lost, and forget how much is still left, and that what is left, doesn't last forever. The people who swim, people like Roger Ebert have realized the value in life. The things that can make someone truly happy and satisfied. Not a voice nor appetite but emotions. The ability to still wonder and feel, is something to enjoy. This is something that I will try to remember down the road. I'm going to remember the value and joy in life and wonder.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
This marking period, my GT class focused on racism. But before I could discuss racism, and talk about races discriminating against each other, I really wanted to talk about the discrimination occurring within the same race. Something called colorism exists and is just as impactful and real as racism. In a way, its even more tragic than racism is. It's the prejudice or discrimination against individuals with a dark skin tone, typically among people of the same ethnic or racial group. Colorism is definitely something I have experienced. When I was younger, I craved a fairer skin tone and lighter eyes. Why? I was surrounded by a family and neighborhood and culture where fairer skin was simply prettier. I grew up in a culture where it was completely normal for movies to have the heroine be a fair gorgeous girl while the comedian and villain was drastically darker. It was so normal for me that, I didn't realize the strangeness of fairness commercials until I showed my 10th grade class. I grew up with comments like "She's pretty for a darker girl" and "Eat more of this, it'll make you fairer". These comments seem odd to an American class, but how odd is it really? These comments can compare directly with America's obsession with tanness. Why is being pale an insult but being tan is compliment? My class discussed this, and we came to a few conclusions based on some history. For India's fairness obsession, we concluded that in the past, being fair was associated with being wealthy because of the British that had power. In America, we concluded that during the Industrial Revolution, the rich could go out and get the infamous tan while the poor had to work in factories resulting in paler skin since there was little exposure to sun. Although this seems to clear everything up, it still bothers me that skin color ideals still exist, and are a big part of society all over the world.