Showing posts with label Let it Out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Let it Out. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Girl. You Better Work.
I had multiple fights/arguments/tiffs with each of my teachers last semester. They all taught a section on classical conditioning which included a lesson teaching that, "Pretty people get what they want." The teachers (and literature) explained that people who were pretty had more success in life, they got higher raises more often, they landed the job interviews, they got special treatment at restaurants and doctor's offices. Pretty people are assumed to be trustworthy, friendly, and helpful. Pretty people are likable. This subject is driven home by research studies, psychological journals, statistics, and hours of lecture.
And it just gets under my skin.
I refuse to believe that pretty people get what they want based solely on their looks.
Then this happened:
My mom has a picture of my sisters and I on her desk. A colleague stopped in, saw the picture, and asked about us. My mom listed our recent accomplishments:
This one just won a Photoshop Guru Award.
This one ran a marathon this year and is editor of TABLE magazine.
This one has practically started a DIY enterprise with her blog
This one is single-handedly raising her 3 kids and really focuses on meditation and inner peace.
This one is at The University of Utah and just made the Dean's List and she's my favorite.
(That last part was about me and I elaborated on it a little. Wert.)
She ended with something like, "They are all very successful women."
To which the other teacher responded:
"Well. That's because they're pretty."
Stop.
Right.
There.
"They're pretty?" Really? "They're pretty." And THAT'S why they're successful?
Pretty's got nothing to do with it.
You want a job?
You kick ASS on your resume.
You prep for your interview.
And you dress the part.
You want a raise?
You put in the hours.
You work harder.
You don't mess up. Ever.
You be polite.
You don't procrastinate.
You earn it.
You want the big house? The picket fence? The pool?
You save your money.
You want a date with someone?
You ask them.
You want people to like you?
Be yourself.
Help out.
Tell the truth.
The way I've built my life was on purpose.
I chose the man I married.
I asked him out.
I'm at the school I want to attend.
Getting the degree I want.
Getting the grades I want.
I ask questions.
I pick up new hobbies.
I sweat it out.
I push and I push and I push.
Kindly.
But I push.
I have dug in my heels over and over again.
I. Don't. Give. Up.
I work for it.
If that's a GPA, a job, or belting out some Cher on karaoke night.
I know I have what it takes.
You have what it takes too.
So, quit selling yourself short.
Quit saying, "They get their way because they're pretty."
That's insulting.
To me.
Because I have substance.
If you put this much more work into it.
If you tried.
You'd be amazed.
There's nothing more annoying than hearing, "I could never do that" and "I don't have the time."
Because 1. Yes you can. If someone can, you can. If no one ever has... you still can.
And 2. Everyone has the same amount of time. 24 hours. You have the time. Quit being lazy.
So the next time you call me pretty... and I say "Thanks"... know it's because I assume you also know that I am wickedly smart. I am talented. I've got a lot more to offer than just my billion dollar smile.
On a test last semester the following question was posted:
You are in charge of planning the debate for your political party's campaign this Saturday afternoon. The topics are heavy and not very interesting. Based on what you've learned about Classical Conditioning who would you pick to be your speaker?
A. A non-attractive person who is funny but does not know the material very well.
B. An non-attractive person who does not know the material very well.
C. An attractive person who may or may not know the material.
D. A person who knows the material very very well.
The correct answer was "C." I put "D." And wrote under it, "You'd be stupid not to."
Friday, April 5, 2013
E is for Every Time
Today. Well recently. The last 2 years and 9 months it has seemed like every time I have something planned or something I need to do... the kids interfere or find a way to meddle. Every thing. Every time.
Say we have to get to church at 9:00 AM. I purposely set the clock for a half hour before they get up so I can shower and start getting ready before they are up and at 'em. But, wouldn't you know it, they both wake up early that day. So it's all the regular frenetics just an extra half hour of it.
Say one of them has a doctor appointment. We're all set to leave on time, everyone is strapped into their car seat, and.... hmm. Suddenly it's very smelly. And Kole is smiling. I change him in the trunk so we don't have to go back inside and as soon as he's strapped in again- Joey is giggling. And smelly. Every time.
Say I get a Redbox and plan for an evening in with a special snack and a horrible romantic comedy (because really the worse those are... the better they seem). I get dinner and baths done a little early, put them into bed, take a long shower, slip into my Soma jammas, set up the movie, turn off the lights... and as soon as the previews are over... Kole is knocking on his door needing something. Anything! Anything he can think of. Fresh water, another train engine in bed, different pajamas. After settling him (and myself) down I head back to the movie. Push play and....Joey is crying. Every time.
Say I have plans to meet a friend... one of them will be sick. Every time.
Say I finished cleaning the kitchen... there will be an unexpected spill/sticky mess/mud exhibit. Every time.
Say I am making an important phone call... someone will get hurt and scream. Every time.
Say I get dressed and do my hair and get everyone's shoes on to go to the store... Joey will puke on me. Right on my head. Gross and smelly and warm in my hair. Every time.
Say I want to go to the bathroom... there will be little attendees in there with questions and questions and questions. Every time.
Say I buy a Coke... it gets spilled... or shaken. And then spilled. Every time.
Say I want to _________. The kids will interfere, spoil, or wreck.
I know they're cute.
But you can save all your "You're gonna miss this" and "they are blessings" and "have patience" comments today. I'm mopey and frustrated and deprived of personal time. I'd rather just have a commiseration party.
Last year's A to Z: E is for Everything As It Should Be. I was apparently also in a grouchy mood this day one year ago. Yoiks.
Say we have to get to church at 9:00 AM. I purposely set the clock for a half hour before they get up so I can shower and start getting ready before they are up and at 'em. But, wouldn't you know it, they both wake up early that day. So it's all the regular frenetics just an extra half hour of it.
Say one of them has a doctor appointment. We're all set to leave on time, everyone is strapped into their car seat, and.... hmm. Suddenly it's very smelly. And Kole is smiling. I change him in the trunk so we don't have to go back inside and as soon as he's strapped in again- Joey is giggling. And smelly. Every time.
Say I get a Redbox and plan for an evening in with a special snack and a horrible romantic comedy (because really the worse those are... the better they seem). I get dinner and baths done a little early, put them into bed, take a long shower, slip into my Soma jammas, set up the movie, turn off the lights... and as soon as the previews are over... Kole is knocking on his door needing something. Anything! Anything he can think of. Fresh water, another train engine in bed, different pajamas. After settling him (and myself) down I head back to the movie. Push play and....Joey is crying. Every time.
Say I have plans to meet a friend... one of them will be sick. Every time.
Say I finished cleaning the kitchen... there will be an unexpected spill/sticky mess/mud exhibit. Every time.
Say I am making an important phone call... someone will get hurt and scream. Every time.
Say I get dressed and do my hair and get everyone's shoes on to go to the store... Joey will puke on me. Right on my head. Gross and smelly and warm in my hair. Every time.
Say I want to go to the bathroom... there will be little attendees in there with questions and questions and questions. Every time.
Say I buy a Coke... it gets spilled... or shaken. And then spilled. Every time.
Say I want to _________. The kids will interfere, spoil, or wreck.
I know they're cute.
But you can save all your "You're gonna miss this" and "they are blessings" and "have patience" comments today. I'm mopey and frustrated and deprived of personal time. I'd rather just have a commiseration party.
Last year's A to Z: E is for Everything As It Should Be. I was apparently also in a grouchy mood this day one year ago. Yoiks.
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