Well, it’s that time of year again. The end of it. Of course, it is now the beginning of 2020 in the Sydney, Australia. (It is just after 9:00 a.m. my time, USA Eastern Standard, if curious.) So, what’s the big deal, anyway? It’s just the passage of time. I mean, most cities have their ceremonies and firework displays, but it’s simply the turning of the clock. Maybe it is a bigger deal than I think.
2019 was not that great a year. Look back at my previous posts, and you’ll see a lot of ups and downs. I got scammed and will pay money to the bank for months to come, but I also got a lovely new decorating color scheme for Christmas. Unfortunately, I was not as active in the community as I wanted to be, considering it all, but I am just dying to get back into it in 2020.
Now, I am usually pretty excited to shuffle off the skin of the old year, like a snake, and grow into the new one as it comes across the globe. SPOILER ALERT: This year is no different. In fact, I am now more excited to do this.
Well, this is a pickle. I thought they would not come this year. After all, it’s not like I miss anyone who never calls, writes or sends anything.
But here I was, boohooing over the fact that relatives geographically close to my mother and me never even called or sent a Christmas card. I would love to pin those cards on full display around the kitchen doorway, on full display as I did in years past.
Why do I even worry or want to beg for love and affection from people who have none to give me?
My mother has her own way of dealing with these feelings of loneliness: she’s not going to hold a funeral. The logic is this: who would come? Or, who can really say goodbye when they never really said hello? She often says: “You don’t come when I’m alive, so don’t come when I’m dead!”
Is my mother right in dealing with the lack of affection in this manner?
At least I got a card from my uncle in Florida, a devotional book from my aunt in Washington, and several gifts from my brother in San Diego. I guess I should be happy about that. I don’t have to beg for love from them. But still, it’s hard when you feel all alone.
Thanksgiving was actually pretty relaxed this year. This year, I was able to get all the food on the table by noon. We ate as much as we could, and did not throw a lot out.
Now, there is a tradition we mostly stay out of, mostly because we don’t have a lot of money at the time: black Friday. Since we are normally tapped out by the end of the month (when it occurs), we simply spend the day at home, decorating for Christmas. This year, I decided to decorate early, so I had time to put up our artificial Christmas tree. Unfortunately, we have to have an artificial one simply because I am allergic to the genuine ones, grown in nature. (Simply put, I break out in hives.) Instead of wearing gloves and using medicated cream, we simply got an artificial tree. It’s the same white one we have had for at least five years now. This year, we (my mother and I) decided to bring red back into the decorating equation. As soon as everything is done, I will have pictures up in order for you to see. It is beautiful now as far as we are concerned, but we need to buy a few things. It’s mostly tweaking now.
We’re pretty stable at this point. Unfortunately, our funds will be severely cut short due to a scam we’re still paying for. Oh well.
People against body positivity do not realize this: We are not against thin bodies. We are not even against health. We are for all bodies. We body positivity activists believe that all bodies, even larger, curvier bodies, can achieve health and beauty goals.
Don’t be silly. Body positivity is not about replacing thin bodies with fatter bodies. What body positivity is about is achieving a more democratic view of beauty. We see beauty in all races, creeds, and sizes.
There is such a thing as natural beauty, no matter what the beauty industry says.
Besides, I have outlined in my previous post, Seesaw Living Hurts Us All, that pitting types of people against others is ultimately destructive. So, if you are anti-thin, you are not body positive.
The title should bear no secret. Girls like superheroes, too, and I can prove it.
I will bring you three cases as evidence.
CASE 1: Elsa, the Disney Queen with Superpowers
Now, most people would probably not think that Queen Elsa from Frozen is a superhero. I beg to differ. Consider that she has powers of ice manipulation, and the Queen’s story line is basically a struggle to control her powers. She’s basically a female Iceman from the X-Men series. With that out of the way, I can state that, specifically, her powers of ice manipulation are key to her popularity. With other Disney Princesses, even Rapunzel, there is not such a gigantic following. The control of the powers is key to the development of the story. (No spoilers here, though I’m pretty sure that is now moot.) Now, let’s get on to the impact. I have not seen such a juggernaut of adoration for a Disney Princess films than for Frozen. There are tons of Elsas and Annas trick-or-treating every year since its release. There are cereals, costumes, toys, electronics….and also a sequel being released this year. That is rare for a Disney Princess. Very few of them get that, especially on the silver screen. As a matter of fact, Frozen II is the first Disney Princess sequel I know of to get a release on the silver screen. (Not even Cinderella got her sequels on the big screen.)
CASE 2: Captain Marvel and the Marvel Women
Now, Captain Marvel might seem to be a weird choice…but I beg to differ. Her movie has made more than $1 billion at the box office. Now, that’s impressive. But here’s the thing about women in Marvel: they are just as powerful as the men, and just as loved. Captain Marvel is one of the top Halloween costumes this year (first one after the release). Also, how many people have gone to a comic convention and posed with the Wakanda Royal Guard (Cosplayers, people)? It seems that in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, superhero women have achieved a certain level of equality, if no one else. And watch Pepper Potts work an Iron Man suit like no one else!
CASE 3: Wonder Woman
I used to see red that Wonder Woman, up until 2016, had only been played by Lynda Carter. She’s the most recognizable female superhero in existence. Both Superman and Batman had at least 5 standalone movies up to that point. Well, maybe the fact that the 2017 movie was the number 9 grossing movie of 2017 changed all that. Number 9 may not be impressive, but with a year that included Star Wars: the Last Jedi and Beauty and the Beast live action, I’ll take it. Of course, Wonder Woman is also a huge costume, no matter what year, especially in the years of 2017 and after.
So, the point of all this? Women love superheroes, too! Even the Disney Princess market is clamoring for this female-centric gold!
I heard in the news today that a Korean pop singer was found dead in her home. Suicide is suspected. I’m going to give the benefit of the doubt, but if it is true, I will be truly sad. It is another one in a long line of celebrity suicides. Clearly, celebrity is not a cure for depression. Celebrity aside, I wish I could give a message to those who died this way. The message is a simple truth: It doesn’t have to end this way. Whether you know it or not, there are people who want you here. Nobody may make it absolutely clear to you, but it is clear to them. Leaving the planet this way is NOT a favor to your friends and family. But people do not seem to get the message. People are still dying by suicide. How do we get this message to the invisible sick and dying? I wonder if we need to reach out to them as much as we beg them to reach out to us? I know personally that reaching out is hard when you suffer with depression. My brain was lying to me that nobody would care whether I reached out or not. It’s easy to believe what comes from your own brain. Maybe we need to remind people that they are important to us. I currently feel I am not important to anybody but my mother and my dog. But I fight, simply for this one reason: It does not have to end in suicide.
I’m sorry I haven’t been writing lately. Inspiration has been hard to come by. Of course, with all this impeachment inquiry, I have also been trying to avoid the news. Why? Because I live in Trump country, and talking politics with ANYONE around here is lighting the fuse to a ton of dynamite. Nobody remembers how to be friends anymore. Political stance seems to be worshipped like a god on both sides of the aisle. If they don’t match politically, they have cooties. It’s almost as if politicism is a form of prejudice. There. I said it.
I remember the old song lyric: “United we stand, divided we fall.” Must we actually fall to learn this?