Thursday, December 13, 2007
Gender Identities: Treatin' ladies with respect since 1988
Make Believe
There she was. My mom, my life. Sittin' in that same chair she always sat it, drinkin' and tellin' me stories about her life. My guardian angel was back. Since the day she died everything I did, everything I said, was in memory of her. I looked long and hard with tears rollin' down my face, and I'll never forget the passion that burned in me that day. And on top of seeing my mother again, who was she talking to? My idol. My influence. My brother. B.I.G. This man did more for me as a rapper than anyone but my Mom ever did, and as the tears continued to pour out, I whispered "Thank you" as he looked over, sipped his drink, and gave me a smile. I knew right then and there that everything would be okay. Even though they couldn't hear me and I couldn't touch them or hug them, it was enough. I knew that they were sick of lookin' down at me and smilin' cuz they came right to my kitchen instead.
God
Tupac
Monday, December 10, 2007
Gender Identity
I think that hip-hop does have an effect on our gender identity. Music is an important part of my life, and hip-hop is the only music I listen to with a common uber-masculine figure. Yet at the same time, hip-hop has helped me grow to have more feminist views. For example, Tupac asked, “Tell me why we take from our women why we rape our women do we hate our women?”
In my Critical Theory class this semester, we watched 50 Cent’s “Still Kill” video, as well as clips from Beyond Beats and Rhymes. In “Still Kill” 50 does stuff like box and look angry. Beyond Beats and Rhymes really questions hip-hop’s idea of a man. A man has to put down women and never show weakness or feminizing qualities. I found 50’s explanation of a “bitch ass nigga” particularly troubling. Ja Rule, as well as men in general, cannot do something like cry because they will no longer be men? In hip-hop, you can never slip up, and you always have to be tough. I find it ridiculous, and unfortunate.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Gender Identity
P.S- Hip hop is dead..
Monday, December 3, 2007
A Hip-Hop Gender Identity
Many aspects of culture, personal experience, reading, upbringing, friends, and other factors have contributed to my gender identity. Hip-Hop is a large part of that. I think children are highly susceptible to stimuli, and therefore mirror hip-hop language, clothing, gender roles, themes, etc. Kids who identify with certain places, races, socio-economic backgrounds, lyrics, accents, or whatever else they pick up from hip-hop videos and songs will be especially prone to internalizing their messages.
I try to challenge gender stereotypes by attempting to treat men and women equally. I expect the same effort and intellect from any gender. I admire strength in women and emotion in men. I also strive to do and say the unexpected in an effort to escape social molds and patterns in favor of new values.
The Hard Life of a Modern Day Superhero
Why is he so hard up? Well, see, my brother always tells that deep, mind-blowing, day-changing, life-altering truth. He can't help it. Truth pours from his mouth like bullshit from a politician. People just can't talk to this cat. After a few words, they stumble off struggling to retain ignorance or to internalize wisdom.
How does my man eat? Well when he needs a bite, he approaches the nearest purveyor of sustenance and says, "We all gotta eat." Struck by the tone and sincerity of the words, our vendor can't help but say, "true, true." Then our honest to a fault friend says, "I have no money, for it doesn't exist." "Are you begging," asks the nourishment salesman? "Naw, just speaking truth. I'm hungry." Confused, but hypnotized, a meal changes hands. "Thank you for such kindness, in turn so shall ye receive kindness," offers our hero, ambling away.
Where does such a man sleep? In the Commons of course, and a shelter when it gets cold. Now what use is truth as a superpower, if you broke, homeless and hungry? Well, this man know what truly is important, what he truly has, who he truly is, and how to appreciate and be grateful for the gift of each breath.
As far as children are considered, I think that they should be sheltered from hearing these offensive lyrics. They are very impressionable as they form their perceptions of gender. They are not able to grasp the concept of Hip-Hop as a commodity, and are more likely to take the songs for what they are. I challenge the gender roles prescribed by Hip-Hop by refusing to accept the songs as an accurate representation of women as a whole, and by taking the songs for entertainment value, not social commentary.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The Realness
Well first of all, I’d like to recognize some already existing hip-hop superheroes. Omar, from HBO’s The Wire, comes to mind. He’s a cowboy / Robin Hood figure placed in the ghettos of
My hip-hop superhero would be named “The Realness,” after the Cormega album. Their power would be the ability to telepathically force someone to be truthful in revealing ways. Oh what fun it would be to see the president of the
This power is “hip-hop” because hip-hop speaks the truth in ways that are not usually heard. After all, Tupac said that 2pacalypse Now was a “report” of life as he had witnessed it so far. We would know where people stood, and everyone would be “real.”
"Anti-Wackness" Woman
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Tupac
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Truth
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
IS there a God
Home
Definition of my Life
Tupac - Courageous or Confused
Monday, November 12, 2007
Fashion
Hip-Hop Super Hero
Home
My idea of home is changing, however. For the past 3 and a half years, I've lived at Stonehill more than I've lived at home. My friends have become like another family. I catch myself referring to campus as "home" when I'm away and I'm talking about going back. Home is going to continue to be a tricky subject come May when I graduate. I have to decide what I'll be doing and where I will be living. At the end of the day though, when someone asks me where home is, I think I'll always say Hanover.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Microphone Man
And off they go Microphone Man, Nas, The Roots, and Common to Great Britain to fight villians
P.S- Hip Hop is dead
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Different perspective poem
I'm a long way from home,
Forced to move out
and stand on my own,
They took my family and my land
and now I moved to the states,
I know I should be happy to survive,
But I am uncontrollably irate,
From eating mud in Sudan,
To seeing snow in Mass,
I hope my country will be safe atlast,
I will get this degree,
I will graduate from this college,
I will return to Sudan,
To change her and pay homage
Persona Free Writing
Dwight K Schrute- "The Office"
I’m the best paper seller around
Ain’t no computer in town
Better than me I can’t be beat
Especially when I’m on the farm sellin beats
Halpert cracks jokes all day
But the time will come for him to pay
And for Dwight to play
Like when I play second life
Don’t have no time for a wife
Since angela dumped my ass
I feel like I failed a class
Michael is the greatest boss on earth
I wish we had been friends since out birth
Don’t get me started on an-dy
He’s probly steal candy from a baby
The man can’t sing
The man can’t dance
He’s such a big liar, his pants are on fire
And speaking of fires how bout our out temp ry
He’s the big boss now, but will always be the fire guy
Time to get back to work to sell someone paper
Ill be back to finish my Dwight schrute rap later
Get away from me halpert you big schmuck
Like zane in titanic, a real man creates his own luck.
An interview with Paulette
So what was the question? Why I'm still here? Well, mostly it's 'cause of the kids. I've been here for so many years and I've seen so many of you come and go. It's just interesting to see you guys come in as freshmen, and then the time goes by so fast and all of a sudden you're graduating. And you may not know it, but I know more about you than you think. I mean, I get to see you guys stumble in drunk! (laughs) But it's, uhh, mosly that that I like about working at The Hill. I like working for Sodexho, too, you know they've always been good to me. But (pause) to see your faces always brightens my day. It's weird, 'cause I've got a daughter in college now, too, and you guys remind me of her, and you make me wonder what kind of trouble she's getting into!
When Hip Hop's Queens Overthrow the Kings
Seeing as how both women grew up in the New York area, they would both go back to their roots, and have the interaction take place in Brooklyn. The focus of their conjoining would be to point out, criticize, and hopefully put an end to the sexism and misogyny that is a present in today's hip hop, and has been so for many years. Both these artists serve as empowering female figures, who proudly know who they are, what they stand for, and the ways of the hip hop business.
The interaction would be a collaboration and combination of some of their songs, which would serve as fuel for their fire against the lack of positive female figures in hip hop. For instance, MC Lyte's song "I am Woman" refers to Lyte as a Queen, and proudly declares her gender, and status as a noteworthy MC. She says that she's well-respected, as both a woman and a music artist, and is standing up for herself in a field that sees her gender as a disadvantage. This song could be mixed with Queen Latifah's "Unity", which focuses on the need for men to respect women, women to respect themselves, and for people to unite to bring respect to all.
I think both artists are monumental figures in the hip hop world, and have done a lot to establish themselves and all women as equal front-runners in that music area. They are both respectable, empowered females, who have gone on to have great success in areas branching outside of hip hop music, which shows just how much they have to offer in various areas. Their joining forces would be a great contribution to hip hop, and would do a great deal to show that the Queens of the game have all the capabilities (and then some) to rule with the Kings.
My Money's on God
Instead, I see my religious standing as a personal connection I feel I've developed throughout my life, but more importantly within the past few years. I feel that God is watching over me and my family, and I have a certain spiritual connection with God, for I've experienced and witnessed certain things that have made me believe so. Personal events have fueled my beliefs, and served as strong indicators of these feelings, which go beyond any standard classification of religion in my mind.
Much of my religion has been influenced by my parents, and I can say that I am proud of that. I see nothing wrong with following the religion of my parents, because if they've been able to develop certain beliefs, I think it is fair for them to expose me to them. The importance of this exposure comes in the fact that they never forced their religion upon me. I am very grateful for this, because they enabled me to reach my own understanding of what religion means to me, and have allowed me to come to grips with what my faith means t me.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Taking Another Person’s Perspective
An anonymous friend of mine:
I can’t believe I bought weed from these kids. These fucking losers who waste their time sitting around talking about weed and fucking expanding their mind or some shit. You’re not deep, son. You’re from a wealthy family in
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Fashion
As for historians looking back on my generation's fashion sense in 500 years, I think they'll see a picture of a materialistic society.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Religion
My Generation
My Generation
-Mike Gannon
Clothing
My Generation
Monday, October 29, 2007
Doseone and Lil' Kim
Scene - Brockton Starbucks
Barista: Hello sir, what would you like today?
Doseone: Coffee, leave some room for cream.
Barista: Ok, so Cafe Americana. What size, sir?
Doseone: Ummm...(checks pockets)...What can I get for $2.50?
Barista: A tall
Doseone: I'll take it
(loud crunching noise, sound of reverse beep from gigantic tour bus)
(enter Lil' Kim)
Kim: Whose Toyota Corolla that?
Doseone: Oh, godd*mnit
Kim: Oh, little white kid. D*mn, I'm sorry
Doseone: You hit my car?
Kim: Yeah, what's that hoopty worth, like $500?
Doseone: That's my livelihood!
Kim: I already tell you I'm sorry.
Doseone: F**K! I'm supposed to be playing Stonehill in an hour, I don't have time for this. Wait, Lil' Kim? I thought I recognized you by your lack of clothes.
Kim: Who you calling a tramp?
Doseone: I never said tramp!
Kim: Well, I can't stay to chat, here, take a few bucks.
Doseone: You can't just lea--Oh, you just did...
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Kanye West and Slick Rick
The setting would have to be New York City because it is there that rap came about and it is well suited in rapping about both the past and present. Lyrically the song both artist would be rapping to, would have to include ideas about the past and present. In addition, both artist should be comparing both ideas.
P.S- Hip-Hop is dead
Influences
Fashion
P.S- hip hop is dead
Tupac
How to Get the Party Started
Kweli happens to be in DC, visiting friends. Talib literally bumps into Rahzel near the Lincoln monument.
Mad tourists are scurrying around and taking pictures. Rahzel and Kweli start vibing, and eventually Rahzel puts down a beat. Talib starts to ride, and a small crowd gathers.
Cell phone pictures and text messages quickly draw a larger crowd, and even expand the cipher. It's not long before emcee's, beatboxers, and b-boys are flooding in. Now, the tourists start to circle up. Soon the spot is happening. Kids are doing backflips and headspins around Japanese photographers. Multiple emcee battles are going on to six part beatboxed baselines.
The media show up and rolls out cameras and reporters. After a minute riot police surround the square and start edging toward the show.
Kweli and Rahzel had left, and gone down the street for lunch. They come back and see the gorgeous chaos their simple encounter has wrought. After a quick conference, Talib and Rahzel hit their respective congressmen on the cell. A couple of their rep's, government and label, come through on the quick. Rahzel and Kweli hop on some megaphones and begin again to deliver. Now they have heavy volume, a large and engaged audience, and renewed motivation. Suddenly Hip-Hop is in the house.
The politicians and label people call off the riot squad, and aluta continua (the struggle continues). The movement moves the foot soldiers of the system off the block and the people create their own reality until the rising sun breaks up the show.
Divinity
I envision God in everything. All things, thoughts, and actions are "God." "What about evil," you might say. Well, we have not fully embraced and embodied the spark of "God" we each carry within us. Thus, we cannot hope to understand anything as "God" does, as the universe does. We might understand "evil" differently if we could encompass all that exists. Maybe the dualism between "good" and "evil" disappears when you can access and organize all the information available to "God."
My parents are Catholic. I'm not. I don't think anyone is. I don't really believe organized religion exists as a group of people sharing the same belief. I think organized religions are groups of people with similar beliefs who come together looking for a sense of community.
I have grown my own personal belief system from the seeds of my experiences. I think everyone does so. We all have our own individual religions. What people profess to believe in common isn't necessarily what they truly believe, it may just be a regurgitation of words they've been programmed to spit (see closeted homosexuals engaged in gay-bashing ie Sen. Craig).
I feel my religious outlook has affected my parents' just as much as their's has affected mine.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
A Swishahouse Teaparty
Paul Wall: I like talking about my teeth in my songs. You?
Mike Jones: I like referencing our record label. Again and again. Repetition is key. Monotonous, never-ending repetition.
PW: Go on.
MJ: Then I like to write one really good line, and repeat is over and over. Like this: Back then hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot hoes all on me. Back then hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot hoes all on me. Back then hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot hoes all on me. Back then hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot hoes all on me.
PW: Again?
MJ: Back then hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot hoes all on me.
PW: Interesting.
MJ: And I don’t limit a line to one song. If it’s good, I’ll use it in almost ever song I write. What do you like to talk about besides your teeth?
PW: Other jewelry, cars, parts of cars, driving cars, the dashboard, rims, sometimes the trunk. And my teeth.
MJ: You already said that.
PW: Did I?
MJ: Maybe. I don’t really remember with the Sizzurp and all. Hey, I saw Mos Def the other day when we went to MTV Studios. He called me “Stepin Fetchet.” What does that mean?
PW: He’s some actor. I’ve seen some of his stuff. It’s pretty funny. Yeah I saw Mos Def too. He called me “Blackface?” What does that mean?
MJ: Must be a complement. You know what else is good to rap about?
PW: What?
MJ: Your name. Sometimes the chorus of my songs will be me just saying my name over and over.
PW: Yeah I like doing that too. Then they remember you.
MJ: Hey I have a new idea for a video: Remember last one we got head in a car and went to a strip club?PW: Go on…
MJ: Why not get head IN a stripclub?!
PW: Brilliant
*they toast*
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Religion
Ironically, my feelings on religion changed once I started at my Catholic college. Without my parents there to urge me, I did not attend mass every week. I was also exposed to other views on religion. Outside of my CCD education, I had never had a religion class before my freshman year. My professor made me seriously question what religion means. The class opened my eyes to the possibility that plenty of people do not believe that God exists, and that organized religion does not make you a spiritual person.
I am still in my "rebel" phase, and have become one of those people my parents can't stand - attending mass only on holidays and the anniversary of my grandmother's death. However, at this point in my life, I feel more spiritual than ever before. I would wager everything on God's existence. Maybe I'm naive, but I have to have faith in a higher power in order to exist. The idea that everything is random makes me feel empty and hopeless. Of course there are days when I question how God could allow such terrible things to go on in the world, but it all comes down to my faith in something bigger than all of us, and my belief that everyone has a purpose.
Home is Where the Heart is
You Only Get One Chance to Make a First Impression
What I wear also depends on the type of mood that I'm in as well as the occasion. If I feel like I just wanna be comfortable then I'll just throw on some sweats. If I wanna dress up then I'll put on a button up or something nice. Fashion is just one thing that defines me, yet it still is very important to me. I like buying new clothes and staying fresh. I'm not quite sure what historians will think about my clothing 500 years from now. That's kind of an odd question because if I look back to the Pilgrims hundreds of years ago I'd definitely make fun of their clothes, so I'd expect the same out of these futuristic historians.
I think Jigga sums up clothing best:
"1 Life to Live, I Can't let a Day go By without me being fly, fresh to death head to toe till the day I rest" - Jay-Z
Mythication
my religion, my beliefs, are always a work in progress.
Monday, October 22, 2007
If I had to gamble on God, I would wager for the existence of God simply because I want there to be. This is a total cop-out, but the world is a pretty bleak place as it is without any sort of higher power. I’d say with the world the way it is it would be easier to make a case against the existence of God. But any “case” is obviously impossible. I feel that there is something more to human consciousness, and I pray (pun-intended) that there is a higher power.
I was raised Catholic, which was detrimental to my well-being. I was grounded every weekend I refused to go to Church, and forced to go to CCD. This constant hammering of religion, as well as the hypocrisy and intolerance of the Catholic Church, made me loathe organized religion with a fiery passion. So my parents’ religious beliefs, I would imagine, are far different than mine. But I believe that one can have a strong moral compass and even relationship with God in the complete absence of organized religion.
I can honestly say that I've never felt alienated from my home, because it is a place that encourages acceptance and diversity. This diversity is one of the things I miss most when I'm away. It's a bit of a culture shock, being in the different environments, and the lack of diversity is something that takes some serious adjusting to. However, I can gladly say, that what Stonehill lacks in diversity, they somewhat make up for in kindness, which makes the adjustment that much easier.
Tupac: A Conflicted Soul
This contradictory attribute is something that I have as well, so I can't knock Tupac for his. In fact, I think most people do, and if they don't, it's quite possible that they're too close-minded to be hold conflicting stances on any certain area. An example of my personal contradictory personality is that I consider myself to be some sort of a liberal feminist. I think females are just as capable (if not more so) than men in doing just about anything, and I have serious issues with anyone who thinks otherwise. I believe women should have all the rights of men and be seen as completely equal. However, at the same time, I still hold some traditional ideal that may not be considered new-age feminist. For instance, I like and appreciate chivalrous acts like when a man holds a door open for a woman, or offers to pay for a date. These opinions of mine contradict each other in many ways, and yet I hold on to them and view them as my own. In doing so, maybe I am showing myself to be a conflicted soul, just as Tupac was.
If God was one of us, he'd be pretty ticked that people were betting against his existence.
I grew up going to a Catholic church every Sunday. Religion was forced upon me, and as a kid, I believed it. But as I grew older and more inquisitive, I realized that the same people that forced religion on me were hypocrites. But I can't blame those people because they were cornered into their beliefs by other hypocrites. It's a huge cycle that only leads to the degradation of the true concept of religion, which of course has been grossly misconstrued into an oppressive institution over the past hundreds of years. While I believe that religion in some ways shapes us into good humans, we shouldn't need an invisible, all-knowing superhuman dictating what constitutes a good person.
Now, if I could just break it to those smelly old ladies sitting in the front pew of St. Joe's...
Sunday, October 21, 2007
God?
With that being said, I wouldn't be able to bet everything I had that there is definately a God. Maybe if I had strong religious beliefs, I would be able to bet everything. I do not know enough about either one of my religions to make that wager. Besides if there is a God, would he or she really want us betting all of our stuff on the question of his or her existance?
Saturday, October 20, 2007
God's Silence
...Not that I always thought this way. I was raised a Catholic, and even completed my Confirmation, but after thinking about it, I saw nothing behind these ceremonies that could create their significance. Which leaves me here, in a Catholic institution. Not that I have anything against religion or those who practice it - in fact, certain religious practitioners have been some of the greatest people I have had the pleasure of knowing - but I guess what I'm trying to say is that it just isn't for me.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
even though what we do is w r o n g
I've been to church before. I mean, haven't you? No, not just at Easter and Christmas. We're talking every other week. I really liked the idea of having someone who loved me unconditionally. Therefore I could do no wrong. Well, my parents love me unconditionally but it seems like I can certainly still be punished.
That's tough, betting on God. Is there a God? If there was, he would fix things. Right? That's what everyone thinks. A higher power will come down and bring people back from the dead. He'd make people fall in love. He'd fix poor decisions. He'd virtually eliminate our tear ducts. He'd make life fair. He'd make a Santa Claus. He'd fix poverty. He'd bring back that first pet you had. He'd find your car keys you lost a few minutes ago. If there was a God, wouldn't he make decisions up to you? Wouldn't you have the power to make decisions? If there was a God, he wouldn't want to be tested. For this reason I wouldn't put my money either way. If I lost it, wouldn't everything be alright... God?
It's full of crap
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Home
-Bob McCarthy
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Home is Where I Set Up Shop
When I was younger and didn't know myself that well, I felt alienated from home because I didn't feel at home in my body. I didn't know who I was, or what I was about. Times when I was around people who didn't care about me, or in places where I had nowhere to go for food or to sleep, I felt alienated from my home.
I also feel that Earth, and anywhere on it is my home. Where I live is my home. When I'm away from where I live, I miss routine, normal bedtime, free food, and the comfortable space I've created.
Home is space I carry with me. It's how I look at the world and how show myself to the world. Home is being accepted and respected. Home is when I offer hospitality or kindness to others. Home grows with confidence and feelings of self-worth. Home is where you end up when you feel weak and need support.
When I'm not at home, I miss security and intuition, knowledge of what I'm about, and good company.
What I want the WORLD to know
I AM SO CONTRADICTORY! I know so many things I don't like. I preach so much that I can't accomplish myself. I wish I could always do what I know is right, but I consistently find myself doing what I know is wrong.
Few people know me know me, maybe ten or so, and most of them are missing pieces. I
want to tell the WORLD all the knowledge, lessons, and revelation I've gathered. I want the world to see what I've learned, and even some the bad things about me. I want to shed light, but from a human place, from a person conflicted, scared, imperfect, and average. I want to tell my stories and have them resonate the way that Tupac's did. I want people to relate to my strengths and use my example to struggle on, or to overcome their troubles. I want people to recognize my weaknesses and feel comfortable with themselves and their insecurities.
If the world knew me, really knew me, I'd be vilified, hated, loved, and respected. I don't want the world to know me. I'm not about fame. But, I would want people to know what I know, to have the chance I have. I want people to take a shot at becoming better, kinder, less prejudiced, less programmed. Really though, there's nothing specific about me I want to tell the WORLD.
My Generation
I came up on Nirvana, Blind Melon, Pearl Jam, and Sublime in a small town where nothing happens - Easton, MA. I did "high" school in Braintree at Thayer Academy. Over there I caught up with the people whose parents didn't buy them Jeep Grand Cherokees. My people were on some flannels and hippie music - The Allman Brothers, Phish, and GD.
In college we were about J-Live's The Best Part, Tribe's Midnight Marauders, The Root's Do You Want More?!?, Defenders of the Underworld, Handsome Boy Modeling School, and Eminem. We scoured Napster all day, playing with butterfly knives, and frequenting house parties in Allston.
Emerson was some hip, gay, ugly, weird, artistic, freaky kids from all over chillin' in the Bean on street corners and in clubs, bars, Allston, Brighton, Cambridge, BC, BU, and everywhere else on the Boston-metro scene. It was a different world to me. Strange kids, new music, new movies, crazy parties, altered goals and mind states. I got caught up in the city, struggled with school vs. play and bounced after a couple.
That was when life got real. I hit the music festival scene, did the Phil Lesh and Phish thing. I realized Phish was the GD for my generation. The scene had never died, just got glossed over by materialism, baby boomers, and a disgruntled public and media. Let's hope that doesn't go down with Hip Hop. And I think it won't, cause Hip Hop was everywhere on the road: in the parking lot, in the fashion, in the vernacular, in the music, in the mindset. Phish tour was Hip Hop. Let me tell you, Phish was something else, it really showed you how much creative and fresh stuff was happening everywhere, with a scary, dirty, dangerous, dark side always looming in the background.
On the road, and before, I met my homeys. The cats who hold me down for whatever, the people whom I love. My people on the music scene, who make art, who make jewelry, who write graf, who spin records, who sell gems, who see shows, keep it creative, and support the continuing maturity of my generation.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Home
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
There's No Place Like Home
I never realized how much I would miss Revere until I came to Stonehill. I miss being 6 minutes away from the beach, even though it's probably one of the dirtiest beaches I have ever seen. I miss being able to hop on the Blue Line and go straight into Boston. I miss being able to choose which of the 13 Dunkin Donuts in Revere I will stop at for coffee. And most of all, I miss my big comfortable bed. Missing all of these things just helps me appreciate my home even more than I already do.
fashion has never defined me
Tupac
I am conflicted on a daily basis, and sometimes I wish I had the courage to speak out, confront, and address my problems as aggressively as Tupac did. But as Quincy Jones said, this brutal confrontation with the truth is what got Tupac killed.
-Tim Cuff
Sunday, October 7, 2007
It took a while before the redefinition was complete. Now home is comfortable again. My room is a place that I cherish where no one can bother me. I'll never have the same sense of home as I did before my grandmother's death, but the alterations are a part of life.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Sun in an Empty Room (Thoughts on Home)
The one thing that does bring me back home, though, is my family. I enjoy spending time with my mother, father, and sister (when she happens to be around.) Also, my grandparents live nearby, so I'm always there for holiday celebrations and other get-togethers. Of course, with family comes the physical home itself, and there's just something about my mom yelling for me from the other side of the house (and failing to get my attention most of the time) that just can't be replicated at school.
I'm not sure what I'll do after I graduate, but the prospect of moving back home again is always compelling because of my family.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Home is where the heart is
Liz:)
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
My Generation
The Who’s song, as stated, has very cynical lyrics similar to those in hip-hop. I feel my generation is definitely a hip-hop generation as hip-hop fashion, music, art, and other aspects are strongly part of our pop culture. I think many aspects of hip-hop that are exploited for financial gain have, unfortunately, become the most influential part of hip-hop in our society. 50 Cent’s philosophy to “get rich or die trying” is apparent in trends of rappers who discuss violence, drug dealing, cars, women, and money. It is also represented in our society at large with going to war for oil, and destroying our environment for greater profit. But, there are exceptions in hip-hop if you delve deeper.
Tupac Shakur, a personal favorite of mine, had many bleak lyrics similar to the Who such as “I ain’t paranoid- I’ve seen the future and it’s hopeless,” and, “Even if I did die young who cares? All I ever got were mean looks and cold stares.” I feel this better represents my generation- detached, apathetic, feeling helpless and misunderstood. Tupac very much talked about the “thug life” as 50 does, but it’s not the same. Tupac often warned of thug life leading to death, further oppression through prison, destruction, and deepening the hole of poverty the black community have yet to climb out of. I’ve always admired 2pac for representing so many different aspects of a generation and so many emotions all at once. His songs run the gamut from hopeless (R U Still Down?) to hopeful (Keep Ya Head Up); feminist (Never Call U Bitch Again) to misogynistic (I Get Around); peaceful (Changes) to violent (Hit ‘Em Up); etc. The “realness” of Tupac was truly felt, representing all the emotions of a youth and not just being tough and getting money. It’s the honesty and emotion that I feel my generation, and modern hip-hop, sincerely lack.
-Tim CuffTupac
In all honesty, there isn't anything I have to show to the world. I am the way I am through no matter what the conditon entails. Unlike Tupac who can portray this dualistic attitude, I can never do it. It's impossible to do so because it contradicts for who I am.
P.S-Hip-Hop is dead
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Clothes.
My generation
Tupac - Courageous or Confused
-Mike Gannon
My Generation
My Generation
My generation has the unique ability to transcend genres and relate to people’s emotions and through lyrics. One does not need to only love those artists past; in fact doing that is the opposite of my generation. We find influences relevant and look for reverences and allusions in the works of new comers. Although we sit back and remember what could have been we are not a stagnant group of people. We are proud, we a few and we will remember.
My Generation
-Bernie
Monday, October 1, 2007
we are living in a material world... and I am a material girl
I'd take Madonna's clothes over mine anyday. No, not her money, the actual clothes. Risque, yes. Pushing it over the Borderline, no. Madonna thinks you should Express Yourself. And so do I. Clothes express your mood more than anything. Jeans mean I want to be comfortable yet cute at the same time. Sweatpants can mean I will do/just did a sport. In my case, that's not an excuse, it means I-don't-give-a-sh*t. If you see me on a Friday night, that's the same thing. I dress up cute, girls get jealous (for reasons beyond me), call me a name, and I still don't-give-a-sh*t. Somebody get me some sweatpants.
If you see me wearing nice clothes, it's probably a rare occasion, although I I'm doing my best to fix that. With the salary I'm given from the Y (I change kids lives for four dollars an hour less than the people who staple papers all day), I need to be creative. Either that or I better do well in school to get a job that will boss those paper-staplers around. Maybe I can become some rich celebrity with a one-word name, like McLovin, Seal, or Madonna. But right now I'm just Marissa.
I Dress with a Message
I rock underground gear almost exclusively as a sign to anyone paying attention that I'm not a slave to or billboard for large corporate interests. I have a couple friends who have their own clothing companies and I push their gear as much as I can. My other homey is putting out a hoody with Mishka for next summer, and I will probably cop one of those.
I try to wear clothes that are intellectual and artistic. I hope that the message behind the art of the things I cover myself with helps people wake up. I wear clothes that promote organic growth, open minds, spiritual progress, and independent artists.
I wear art. I patronize creativity and positivity in what I wear, but still try to look comfortable physically and in my surroundings. Fashion is important to me as a way to reinforce visually the ideas I stand for. I'm always on the lookout for new artwear, new artists, new independent clothiers, and fresh styles.
- John Harlow
Tupac
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Fashion
Saturday, September 29, 2007
A Media Obsession
Since the advent of radio, television, and computers in the twentieth century, it is almost impossible to escape the media. It captivates my generation and makes the majority--not all--of my generation homogenous. It lacks the luster of individuality. Popular music is essentially comprised of the same subjects and musical arrangements. The same stories of celebrities are published weekly or bi-weekly in a multitude of tabloids (which are generally the same). Reality TV shows, although different in objective, have the same execution: strangers who are also competitors live together in a house, cliques form, alliances form, people hook up, and, of course, drama is instigated. I ask my generation, why do we need an array of tabloids if they all publish the same stories? Why tune into the new reality TV show when you know it will follow that basic format? This type of entertainment is completely irrelevent to peronal lives, and by playing into it, the fire only grows.
What my generation needs to do is recognize the benefits of uniqueness and the dangers of uniformity. It's a tough proposition, but there's hope, I think.
--David Charlesworth
Friday, September 28, 2007
A Fashion Diatribe
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Fashion Forward
No matter what anyone says, we all pass judgement about other people based on looks. We (hopefully) do not base our entire opinion about that person based on their appearance, but it does play a key factor in every ones life. The clothes a person chooses to wear is the way in which they choose to present them self to everyone else. Also, it is an easy way to identify with another person; it is already one thing you have in common. The clothes a person puts on their back is not only comprised of color and fabric, but of personal style and mood. I say mood because lord knows if it is a nasty, rainy day outside, I'm going to class in sweatpants and a hoodie. But if it is a beautiful summer day, I may be more inclined to wear shorts and a tank top or something. The clothes a person chooses to wear says something about them. It is an inaudible statement of who they are or what they choose to represent. Boys wear jerseys or hats of their favorite sports teams, and girls choose to run around with "juicy" or "pink" stamped on their butts (but hey that's personal choice:)) People put labels on clothing, and not just on the back of the shirt or pants. We tend to classify people by what they wear: preppy, ghetto, grungy, gothic, etc. It can also be a symbol of status. There are some brands of clothing that people know are expensive and have a distinct logo or something. Some people buy clothes like that to tell other people, "look at me I can afford this." Personally I think that bogus. No matter what you wear, I think you should be comfortable and happy, and screw what anyone else thinks:).
“"Style" is an expression of individualism mixed with charisma. Fashion is something that comes after style.”--John Fairchild
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Generation
Monday, September 24, 2007
Talkin Bout My Generation
---Felicia Waldron