jueves, 26 de abril de 2012

"The Second Sex"-Simone de Beauvoir by Elsa Sánchez Navarrete


When I read A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen during high school I was totally moved by Nora´s final decision, for a person who has grown up in a traditional family, having a mother leave their children was a total shock, but as time passed it has been easier to realize that life is more complicated, it isn't about good or bad, it's about situations, actions and its consequences. Henrik Ibsen once said "A woman cannot be herself in modern society, with laws made by men and with prosecutors and judges who assess female conduct from a male standpoint". I guess even thought Henrik Ibsen was a man, he understood more about the female world than myself, ironically me being the woman. When The Second Sex first came into my hands, I wasn't moved by the idea of actually reading about existentialism. Even thought I do not agree in every aspect that the "The Second Sex" contains, I do admire Beauvoir for expressing out loud what she really thought, saw and lived. Her book demanded a lot not only in the intellectual field but personal as well, she had the courage to confront all the retaliations and also to continue living by her own ideals, even thought they were not approved by the majority. At the beginning of my reading, I took the book and gave it a quick look and by my amazement I got caught in the introduction:
"If herfunctioning as a female is not enough to define woman, if we declinealso to explain her through “the eternal feminine,” and if neverthelesswe admit, provisionally, that women do exist, then we must facethe question: what is a woman? . . . The fact that I ask it is in itselfsignificant. A man would never get the notion of writing a bookon the peculiar situation of the human male. But if I wish to definemyself, I must first of all say, ”I am a woman”; on this truth mustbe based all further discussion."
What is a woman? I've never asked myself that question and yet I thought I was actually living as such, funny it is cause my role in society was defined by the "eternal feminine" not by the radical suggestion, introduced in this quote, that a “woman”does not, in fact, exist as an immense category and that men andwomen alike should always be defined primarily as humans. Beauvoir recognizes that she cannot define herself without first defining herselfas a woman. Her effort to find out what it means to be a woman,then, is also an effort to make sense of her experience on earth.
“Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.” Thus by not realizing what I really am, I cannot improve my skills and abilities.
“One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.” I am a woman but as Beauvoir, to define myself as one it is necessary to go beyond genetics
“Art, literature, and philosophy are attempts to found the world anew on a human freedom: that of the creator; to foster such an aim, one must first unequivocally posit oneself as a freedom. The restrictions that education and custom impose on a woman limit her grasp of the universe...Indeed, for one to become a creator, it is not enough to be cultivated, that is, to make going to shows and meeting people part of one's life; culture must be apprehended through the free movement of a transcendence; the spirit with all its riches must project itself in an empty sky that is its to fill; but if a thousand fine bonds tie it to the earth, its surge is broken. The girl today can certainly go out alone, stroll in the Tuileries; but I have already said how hostile the street is: eyes everywhere, hands waiting: if she wanders absentmindedly, her thoughts elsewhere, if she lights a cigarette in a cafe, if she goes to the cinema alone, an unpleasant incident can quickly occur; she must inspire respect by the way she dresses and behaves: this concern rivets her to the ground and self. "Her wings are clipped." At eighteen, T.E. Lawrence went on a grand tour through France by bicycle; a young girl would never be permitted to take on such an adventure...Yet such experiences have an inestimable impact: this is how an individual in the headiness of freedom and discovery learns to look at the entire world as his fief...[The girl] may feel alone within the world: she never stands up in front of it, unique and sovereign.”
The distinction between genres is done since childhood, women are supposed to be target to the "reproductive" idea; toys as dolls, strollers, household items are what a girl should be playing with while boys are represented by the "productive" idea, toys that focus on occupational abilities rather than family. Through the beginning of woman's education ideas about naturalism prevailed.
"The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project”
Reproduction is seeing as a finality and not as an objective which is entirely different, because an objective can or cannot be accomplished while a finality must be fulfill. Is the reproductive system the whole essence of a woman?, does our complexity rely only on an uterus?, to think this is to reduce a woman into a less elaborated specie, animals seek reproduction for keeping their genes alive, while humans seek for transcendence. Intelligence and free will makes them free, it gives them the opportunity to choose upon circumstances, situations, time and above all convenience.
“It is not in giving life but in risking life that man is raised above the animal; that is why superiority has been accorded in humanity no to the sex that brings forth but to that which kills.” Women are not based upon pure naturalism, it is more complex, there is a choice between whether or not embrace maternity, circumstances are essential, priorities can be made according to personal goals and achievements, women are allowed to look for happiness, in a sense that maternity is not an obligation, it is a personal decision, there is not a time limit as there is no rule about it, it can be embraced differently, adoption can be an option. Reproduction is a personal choice and Beauvoir points it out that it is possible to do so.
“Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with absolute truth.” Men and woman have coexisted since the beginnings of times, trough different societies there has always been women. Thus, men and woman need each other to survive, otherwise this bond should had never kept maintained. Yet woman have been treated differently, always as a subordinate not as a partner. The "eternal feminine" doesn't define a woman, because if it had it wouldn't have change through the pass of time, through this I may say that Kierkegaard was right: "What a misfortune to be a woman! And yet, the worst misfortune is not to understant what a misfortune it is". This is because I do not think it relies within men to understand women, but it is women obligation to stand for herself, to make herself be understood. To define herself trough her actions and to show each other what can be achieved. It takes an active attitude towards the world, not a passive position, in which woman have so comfortably accustomed to. In the final pages of The Second Sex, Beauvoir makes an exhortation for woman to take charge of her own destiny.
“And without a doubt it is more comfortable to endure blind bondage than to work for one's liberation; the dead, too, are better suited to the earth than the living.”
Women should not excuse themselves upon the idea of the "eternal feminine" rather than continue struggling for achieving personal accomplishment, it is not a choice to be born as a woman in gender but it is a big responsibility to actually being one, because a woman is not define merely by pure physiology, genetics, society roles, a woman is defined by herself, this is because only a real woman can know what it is to be and become a woman. To get out from the "comfort zone" is the key, it is less demanding and less exhaustingto abdicate all responsibility for one’s future to a man. It is incoherent to fear departing from societal norms and venturing into thewilderness of liberty, women are not suppose to be parasites, as humans, abilities must be develop.
"Womanenjoys that incomparable privilege: irresponsibility." Many womenrefuse the opportunities granted to them; like their forebears, these woman don't want to realize that the “privilege” of irresponsibility isactually a curse, in love and in life. As contrary to what many believe, Beauvoir is not against love, but she exhorts women to understand that only as equals love can take place, this is to say that any successful relationshipbetween two parties grows from mutual liberty. Being two as a couple is a choice, which can be modified if one of the parties has drown into unhappiness, cause love must search exaltation of spirit and only trough real liberty a person is capable of comprehending this humongous life premise.
“Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise."
As a conclusion, women are capable of modifying their personal situations, a definition of a woman can only be achieved if a woman has conscience about being a woman, reproduction is a personal choice, no woman should be entitled entirely by this decision. Irresponsibilityis a function of mutilation and incompleteness, of dependency andenslavement. Women should not stay in “immanence" but as men they should look upon “transcendence” and together as partners both are obliged to create a better society reflecting in a better world, a world based upon understanding.




domingo, 8 de abril de 2012

Florence and The Machine - Shake It Out



Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around

And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a final mess but it's left me so empty
It's always darkest before the dawn

Oh woah, oh woah...

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

jueves, 29 de marzo de 2012

La gente que me gusta-Mario Benedetti

Me gusta la gente que vibra, que no hay que empujarla, que no hay que decirle que haga las cosas, sino que sabe lo que hay que hacer y que lo hace. La gente que cultiva sus sueños hasta que esos sueños se apoderan de su propia realidad. Me gusta la gente con capacidad para asumir las consecuencias de sus acciones, la gente que arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño, quien se permite huir de los consejos sensatos dejando las soluciones en manos de nuestro padre Dios.

Me gusta la gente que es justa con su gente y consigo misma, la gente que agradece el nuevo día, las cosas buenas que existen en su vida, que vive cada hora con buen ánimo dando lo mejor de sí, agradecido de estar vivo, de poder regalar sonrisas, de ofrecer sus manos y ayudar generosamente sin esperar nada a cambio.

Me gusta la gente capaz de criticarme constructivamente y de frente, pero sin lastimarme ni herirme. La gente que tiene tacto.

Me gusta la gente que posee sentido de la justicia.

A estos los llamo mis amigos.

Me gusta la gente que sabe la importancia de la alegría y la predica. La gente que mediante bromas nos enseña a concebir la vida con humor. La gente que nunca deja de ser aniñada.

Me gusta la gente que con su energía, contagia.

Me gusta la gente sincera y franca, capaz de oponerse con argumentos razonables a las decisiones de cualquiera.

Me gusta la gente fiel y persistente, que no desfallece cuando de alcanzar objetivos e ideas se trata.

Me gusta la gente de criterio, la que no se avergüenza en reconocer que se equivocó o que no sabe algo. La gente que, al aceptar sus errores, se esfuerza genuinamente por no volver a cometerlos.

La gente que lucha contra adversidades.

Me gusta la gente que busca soluciones.

Me gusta la gente que piensa y medita internamente. La gente que valora a sus semejantes no por un estereotipo social ni cómo lucen. La gente que no juzga ni deja que otros juzguen.

Me gusta la gente que tiene personalidad.

Me gusta la gente capaz de entender que el mayor error del ser humano, es intentar sacarse de la cabeza aquello que no sale del corazón.

La sensibilidad, el coraje, la solidaridad, la bondad, el respeto, la tranquilidad, los valores, la alegría, la humildad, la fe, la felicidad, el tacto, la confianza, la esperanza, el agradecimiento, la sabiduría, los sueños, el arrepentimiento y el amor para los demás y propio son cosas fundamentales para llamarse GENTE.

Con gente como ésa, me comprometo para lo que sea por el resto de mi vida, ya que por tenerlos junto a mí, me doy por bien retribuido.

Mario Benedetti

domingo, 25 de marzo de 2012

Héroes del silencio- La chispa adecuada



Las palabras fueron avispas
y las calles como dunas
cuando aún te espero llegar
de un momento a otro

En un ataúd guardo tu tacto una corona
y el pelo enmarañado
queriendo encontrar
un arco iris infinito

No sé distinguir
entre besos y raíces
no sé distinguir
lo complicado de lo simple

Mis manos que aún son de hueso
y tu vientre sabe a pan
la catedral que es tu cuerpo

Eras verano y mil tormentas,
y yo el león que sonríe a las paredes
que he vuelto a pintar
del mismo color

No sé distinguir
entre besos y raíces
no sé distinguir
lo complicado de lo simple
y ahora estás en mi lista
de promesas a olvidar
todo arde si le aplicas
la chispa adecuada

La chispa adecuada
la chispa adecuada
la chispa adecuada
la chispa adecuada

"Escribe con carbón
y en mi pensamiento,
que cruzamos océanos de tiempo
dibujando los garabatos
de mis fantasías
poco es tanto
cuando poco necesitas"


El fuego que era a veces propio
la ceniza siempre ajena
blanca esperma resbalando
por la espina dorsal
ya somos más viejos y sinceros,
qué más da
si miramos la "laguna"
como llaman a la eternidad
de la ausencia

No sé distinguir
entre besos y raíces
no sé distinguir
lo complicado de lo simple
Y ahora estás en mi lista
de promesas a olvidar
todo arde si le aplicas
la chispa adecuada

La chispa adecuada
todo arde ... todo arde ...
si le aplicas ... si le aplicas ...
la chispa adecuada.

lunes, 19 de marzo de 2012

I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.