Ok I Like Fashion a Lot ...but...seriously?

http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=210693029003182&set=a.156111441128008.41365.141531282586024&type=1&theater

So I looked at this link above and I thought to myself one thing. I need to start writing about what I actually know, and what I know is FASHION. It seems to me that many, many, many, people like to talk about this but it seems like only a few really tend to get it. Move aside Joan River's because your plastic self is going to be melted by my wisdom of what's "class" to what's "ass". For example my inspiration link above is the prime example of what's "ass", you see the quality of fashion sense is there but, do we really need to see half the cup on the left boob? Shouldn't symmetry take a stand and say, "all boob in or all boob out?". I had a Revelation when I saw this, and that revelation was "how about a nice little sweet heart shape with that stud bra of yours?" I mean if one can afford a bra like that then one can afford a proper tailor. I mean if I could even afford that outfit like that I would not be walking around in my four day in a row worn lucky brand jeans and my max studio top that should be wayyy retired by now.

Human Nature?

I am watching this documentary called "the cove" which asks the question about how moral it is to keep sea mammals in captivity? But what about us land roaming humans? Are we as humans doomed to stay in the vicious cycle of metaphorical captivity of financial nets and social tricks? Do we need someone to release us from these confines and lets us roam free in the wild like we are meant to? While watching this documentary I began to see the juxtaposition of both worlds and how similarly related they both are.
Some sea mammals such as dolphins get trapped in coves which are meant to capture them, and during the struggle to free themselves the dolphins drown in these man made contraptions. Sometimes I feel as though the class system is set up in such a similar way. Society tends to keep down the less fortunate or lower classes by keeping them in their said class. For example, there are fewer tax breaks for the lower and middle classes; also, the quality of living is less because of the forced diet of high fructose corn syrup and cheaply enriched/ bleached grains, which causes various diseases such as, diabetes and high blood pressure. In turn the pharmaceutical companies make their money off these poor people who can not afford the recommended nutritional foods because of expense of these foods, which are high vitamin and mineral value. Therefore, health insurance rates rise and the cost to cover someone becomes almost too costly. An thus, the vicious cycle of these class controls continue and until we can make a stand against these economic trends of keeping the rich healthy and ridding the poor with disease.

Self- entitlement

I have observed the behaviors of my generation a great deal. You see, I am more of a watcher than someone who is oblivious to the world around them. In these times of desperation and social economic strife, I find it absolutely hilarious how these oblivious people of my generation have these grandeur ideas of self-entitlement. Can't say I blame them, our whole lives we were told "go to college and get a "good" job." As recent graduates venturing off into the world of the unknown, we find that the "good job" is no longer in existence. Now trapped with financial debt and no opportunities, the self-entitlement soon becomes a harsh reality and self-doubt soon begins to kick in. The problem lies in when we rest on our laurels and become stubborn to the idea that we need to take the bull by the horns in order to be successful. Sometime people forget that the easy way out will bring a sense of instant gratification, but in the long run, they could soon realize and start to resent their decision of not taking a chance. Eleanore Roosevelt once said, "the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." To me it seems that most people have taken a more practical approach instead of something more imaginative and daring. Now days people tend to gravitate towards practical jobs that will pay their bills. However, does that make someone truly happy? I mean how many nurses do we fucking need? Are these people actually happy? And what kind of positive output do these people exude while doing such a public service? These are questions I ask myself while I am trying to figure our myself and what I want, and the impact my dreams will have on society.

Our New Society?

The other day I was at my new boyfriend's friend's house and someone said, "Facebook is going to be the medium of communication and the future of socialization". I think I blew it off as a ridiculous and completely radical idea, how could humans really convert to two dimensional relationships?

Now here I am, on my Facebook working on my virtual farm on farmville, becoming very sucked in to the whole sending gift thing. And then I realized I had been on my computer for more than two hours! It had not even seemed I had been logged on for more than 15 minuets. After all, it is an absolutely beautiful day outside today, I should be wandering the great outdoors with my friends and basking in this beautiful sunlight.

But instead I'm right here in front of my computer, communicating to the void of the Internet. Which now seems more alive then ever, with its ever growing weave of social networking. It almost seems the only way I keep in touch with my college buddies is through online facebook chat. Even texting seems to have become a thing of the past and popularity is judged by how many people posted something on your wall on your birthday. Pretty soon birthday cards are going to seem "old fashion" and unorthodox.

Finding a Man, is like Ordering that Perfect Cup of Coffee

So today I was in Starbucks and I couldn't help but think....how many different variations of coffee someone could order. Caf, decaf, low-fat, soy, latte, extra shot and so on and so on....Finding that perfect cup of coffee is almost as hard as finding that right significant other. However, when that right flavor hits the tip of your tongue, you know its finally right and that order becomes something more, a definitive sense of self. I have noticed in the past, while looking for men in all the wrong places, the whole key thing is, just to stop looking to begin with. Like when your at Starbucks and you become completely over whelmed with decision making, sometimes you just panic, and pick something you never really wanted in the first place. I have found from personal expericence that if an opportunity presents itself, such a specialty coffee drink, I sieze the opportunity of trying something new. For you never know, that specialty coffee could turn into the new favorite. Its the same pretty much with men, take the time to try something new, something out of the comfort zone, and poof you could have found that special someone.

stuck in the drive thru window

After an exhausting week at work my ex roommate shows up at my door. "We are going out" she says. I tore off my sweats and put my oil treated hair in a bun. Five minutes and I was out the door, hungry and feelin' a big mac. We hit the nearest Mickey D's closest to our venue. An awkward already high school kid with greasy hair and spacers, worked the late night window. He hands my medium sprite and straw; suddenly, the drive thru window closes on his arm! Frantically, the teen searches for the release button with his free hand. "Are you all right?", I obviously ask. "Naw, it had me for a second but I got it." He responded. I felt so bad for this kid who probably could have done the funniest thing I've seen in awhile. I tried as hard as I could to contain my composure, after all I couldn't afford anyone spiting in my big mac. Needless to say, if I had not gone out, I would have never ventured towards this little adventure.

It is all happening....

Like Penny Lane said in my favorite movie, Almost Famous, "It is all happening.". It is a very vague and broad term, but in my life it really is "all happening", from moving back in with my mom to waiting for my answer to Pratt Institute. Everything sort of happens for a reason and to tell you the truth, I am very happy for that. Go with the flow because the flow is the way to go, some people say. Although they may be right for the most part, I think our own flows are created through our gut feelings and knowing when to strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. We are put here on this earth to create our own happenings in our lives. I had this crazy art teacher once who said to me, "when you paint you are connecting with the universe and the universe tells you what to do." and now, I apply that theory to my own life and not just paint. My life has become my canvas and every move that I make becomes a brush stroke. Depending on the way I move, creates the whole picture towards what my life will eventually look like. Is is going to be a distinctive Rembrandt or an abstract Monet? Or is it going to be something all my own? I hope one day my foundation for my canvas will be complete and I can start filling in my own techniques. Foundations are very important to any painting, they provide the structure and basis, of which, is the artists intention. The intention is the most important, because it states the theme of the work of art, or in this case, my life. Themes are particularly hard to come by, there have been soo many...why would one want to be like the other? My message is going to be very different and inspiring to those who don't have their own theme. Something that people can look and learn from, to make the world better, to inspire those who have no inspiration. I want people to look back on my life fondly and say, "She had a vision that changed the lives of many.". In a world like today, full of war, anger, racism, hate, and God knows what else, I feel that it is in my civil duty as an occupant of this planet, to create something beautiful and different, that just fucking says something, where it seems like everything now means nothing. It isn't that I'm being cynical, its that I want people to believe again, believe in the beauty of life and all that it has planned for us.