Shh… we’re not ready for equality yet

Shh…

Your grampa is too old for this world. Just respect him and let him rant out his last few years in peace.

We’re already a meritocracy. Just be quiet  and if you don’t point out your gender/race/sexuality, and you won’t be discriminated against!

Everyone is so nice. Why do you have to make everyone awkward by pointing out us our conscious/subconscious/unconscious discrimination?

This was always okay in the past! What’s wrong with it now?

The people in the developing world have it much. Worse. The homeless have it much worse! Not that I’m going to help them instead of bitching on equality promoters in this society.

A spokesperson of your own gender/race/sexuality spoke out and they’re okay with this. Why aren’t you?!

You look really angry and you need to calm the fuck down. Why are you so sensitive about this anyways?

This started as a feminist rant, and then I realized that it applied to other types of discrimination. Let me know if you can think of more to add!

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CREATE (AKA, why have a blog? why anything?)

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It’s so easy to give into the humming mellow mediocrity of life. To check your Facebook feed and Twitter feed and RSS feed and go out to eat and just exist. Like zombies. I mean, the blog authors should know. We just lived like that for the past 4 years as university students. We were practically zombies. Smart zombies, sleepless zombies, tired and stressed zombies, but still definitely zombies.

Image also (or perhaps more accurately) applies to Apple fans. I mean, I’m sure that’s a MACBOOK PRO he’s holding there.

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Short Lived Identity Crisis

So I was having an identity crisis and I didn’t even know it. Couldn’t sleep properly for a couple nights. Couldn’t get the committee in my head (I like to refer my head as a committee cause it feels like there are 12 little minions in there analyzing, debating, strategizing and arguing all day)…anyways, I couldn’t get my committee to shut up. One side tells me that I’m over analyzing things and should chillax, the others side tells me to start planning and have 500 different contingencies. Its quite annoying when your head is going at mach 3, or should I say mach 4? Cause mach 3 is obsolete like Avro Arrow age (I’ve seen that plane before btw). I guess I’m in a position where I don’t know where I’m going and I’m trying to escape from some stuff in life that is hard to deal with. But lets face it, stressing out is actually ineffective. It bleaches your youthful hair (3 strands of my hair turned white, but my aesthetic conscious friend pulled it out). Stressing out is time consuming because the very action of thinking about something takes time. And since time is valuable, it should be spent wisely, like reading a book by CS. Lewis, or write a rap, or write a letter to the Members of Parliament because our government [Canadian government] is crappy to the point that it’s quite despairing to follow Canadian politics. By stressing we fantasize all possibilities when nothing is really happening and we’re really just psyching ourselves out.

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Levels of Influence

Levels of Influence

Charles Faulkner’s pyramid depicts five different degrees of influence. In his article he described each level in the following manner.

-Environment. One can influence a person’s environment via ads, propaganda, billboards etc.

-Behavior. One can influence a person’s behavior with laws/rules and enforcement etc.

-Capabilities. One can influence a person’s capabilities with incentives, money and membership etc.

-Values and Beliefs. Influence a person’s values and belief with authority and social pressure etc.

-Identity. One can influence a person by addressing their identity (who a person think or feel who he or she wants to be).

Faulkner described that “Identity” or the ability to appeal/sway or shape identity is the most significant form of influence.

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What my internal monologue looks like when I’m talking

Oh right, eye contact. Ok, good, holding the eye contact ... holding ... still holding ... ok, too long! Getting weird! Quick, look thoughtfully into space and nod. Oh, dammit, said 'yeah' again!

Oh right, eye contact. Ok, good, holding the eye contact … holding … still holding … ok, too long! Getting weird! Quick, look thoughtfully into space and nod. Oh, dammit, said ‘yeah’ again! / Oh right, eye contact. Ok, good, holding the eye contact … holding … still holding … ok, too long! Getting weird! Quick, look thoughtfully into space and nod. Oh, dammit, said ‘yeah’ again!

This is exactly me. Years of practice since high school, gaining leadership positions, and I still can’t converse properly. I try, and I’ll keep trying, but I’ll never be as fluent and articulate as I’d like.