Orlando and Solidarity 

Like many in the world, I am shocked and saddened by the massacre in Orlando yesterday. The world should not stand by, watching idly as an NRA controlled Congress debates and then shelves the argument until the next mass shooting. The citizens of the United States should no longer tolerate any hate speech, especially when directed to people of color or to members of the LGBTQ+ community. ANY hate speech, even one indicates indifference toward either of these communities, needs to immediately be stopped and immediately corrected.

A comment of indifference may sound like this: “I don’t care what those people do, as long as I don’t see it.” This is one of the worst things someone can say or let pass. Speech like this tells every bigot that they are not the freaks, the people they hate are the freaks. Microaggressions, something as small as “remaining neutral” sends a message.

In the cause for LGBTQ rights, you are either with us or against us. This issue is black and white, even if our flag isn’t
Is there a neutral for LGBTQ people, when the media represents only the white straights? With this, not talking about sexuality may confuse those who cannot understand what they are feeling. Bisexual people, like me, might not understand they are attracted to the same gender because people have said bisexual people are just gay men or women who are afraid to come out completely. I, myself, did not even consider that I might be bisexual until I learned about the Kinsey scale in AP Psychology. I just thought everyone liked to look at boobs and my desire to be with girls was just a desire to be close friends.

I am choosing now to come out publicly as bisexual is in solidarity with the victims of Orlando and because I want anyone who reads this to recognize it is not something to be ashamed of. I do realize there are many stereotypes floating through your head now. Cutting my hair short did not make me this way, and I am not more likely to cheat on my partner. I am not more promiscuous than a straight person. Honestly, the reason I waited so long to come out was because I’d never been in a real relationship with a girl before; but I’ve never been in a real relationship with anyone!

To anyone who is contemplating if they are a part of the LGBTQ community: the fact you are unsure if you are straight or cis is likely an indicator. Coming out to yourself is the hardest part. Once you do that, that is all that matters; there is no reason to prove your sexuality to anyone else but yourself.

If you ask me what I identify with, I will likely say I am queer. Always have been, recently realized. I stand with the victims in Orlando and will do everything in my power to work for better gun control and LGBTQ rights so tragedies like this do not happen.

please remember this is an opinion and this does not represent the sentament of the entire LGBTQ+ community

The Professional War Against Red Lipstick

Over the weekend, my parents and I had a small argument about red lipstick and its place in the workplace. I had taken a picture that I thought looked very professional because I was going to make a linked in. When my dad saw it, he told me I could not put that as my profile picture. I was hurt and angry, but I could not for the life of me figure out why. I ended up taking an equally good picture (I did end up wearing red lipstick, but only a light layer on my lips) and put that up instead

red lipstick
Look! This is professional! I’m wearing the chuncky necklace and even smiling!

After I finished taking care of my profile, I started to work through why I was upset. I didn’t even have to talk it out, the answer was so obvious. AP Psychology told me I was caught in a classic case of cognitive dissonance; I was being told one thing when I believed the complete opposite was true. I see commercials and movies of successful women wearing red lipstick effortlessly and Taylor Swift, the sitting queen of pop culture, has probably twenty shades of the stuff in her purse at all times.

I’m seeing all these women get ahead while wearing red lipstick, only to be told that I am wrong, that red lipstick is to be saved for going out with friends or on a date. This upsets me, because red lipstick has always been a sign of a confident woman. A woman who can be bold, who can be herself. It is one thing to say no jeans in the office and whole other thing to say no red lipstick. For generations, all the way back to the world wars, red lipstick has been a symbol of pride in country, in work, and, most importantly, female empowerment.

Ah. Hopefully you see where I am going with this. Red lipstick is a symbol of female power. Red lipstick has no place in a professional environment. Knowing what I know about the work place and women working in general, it isn’t too great of a leap to say that female power has no place in a professional environment. A sad yet unsurprising conclusion. Coco Chanel, it seems, can popularize it, Taylor Swift can endorse it, yet I still cannot wear it.

Can we do it if I let people police something as basic as lip color?

When I conceded against my parents, I felt like I had betrayed the values I had held myself to my whole life. If I let that one small argument be won, what else would I allow myself to concede to? I want to say it was just this once, that my parents know best. But still I worry that when I sat for the picture with muted lips not only did I have a softer shade on my lips but also a meeker spirit in my heart.

If you wake me up at 7:00 it had better be worth it

Part of going away from home and entering the adult world is deciding what is worth effort and time. Especially when there is a high stress situation, wasting time on meaningless tasks just because you feel obligated to is ridiculous and dumb. I can’t believe that I have fallen prey to that particular scenario so many times.

For example, earlier today, I went to a Women’s Leadership Conference and nearly fell asleep. It wasn’t that the material was boring; it was that it was 830 on a Saturday morning and I was day dreaming of my bed. I have three tests next week and a final draft of a paper due on Thursday, so after the keynote speaker finished her spiel, I decided to leave.

The Honorable LaDoris Harris did have a lot to say and said it very eloquently when addressing us. I was interested in hearing how her engineering degree got her into the US government. She was appointed by President Obama! She spoke on how she climbed the ranks at GE, how her position afforded her the recognition to work for the government. She is currently working on a book about all different types of women and what women can do for society. She was very passionate about women in the STEM fields, which I appreciated greatly. All in all, that was the best part of the conference

Besides the free lunch.

The reason I left was because that monstrosity of workshopping was not at all what I had in mind when I signed up. I expected hands-on activities, not sitting around a table talking about strengths like some sort of business meeting. I am an 18 year old girl who stays up late and wakes up early!!! On Saturday mornings I need to be stimulated in order to learn!!! If I had organized it, I would have put the girls into small groups, done ice breakers and trust exercises to wake everyone up. My brain isn’t meant for hours upon hours of talks, with only two bran muffins and some water in my system. That atmosphere was poisonous for me.

I don’t know how much I would have gotten done if I had stayed at the conference, then taken a nap when I got back to my dorm. I probably wouldn’t have even written this blog post. But I left early, wrote this blog post, talked to a friend, then napped until 630. Not my most productive day, overall, but not my least, either.


have an experience that you thought was a waste of your time? please share!!!!