5/25/12

Let's Talk About Language

I do not diminish the power of words. Words are what make us intelligent. Giving names to, organizing, and trying to explain things in life. It is a valiant effort of the human race to attempt to describe life in mere words. Let's start out with the fact that all words to some extent are subjective because they can change with context and by person, by dialect or by accent. I love words. I use them all the time. I try not to overuse them and abuse them. But sometimes things happen. 

I happen to have what some might call a terrible mouth. But to that I say, That's fucked up. Words have lost some of their emotional meaning when we always communicate via text. It is a frequent occurrence that thoughts are misinterpreted when we communicate through technology. But there is a bigger point being missed. Miscommunication is not something that was invented with the internet. There is a barrier between each and every one of us. We are all trying to make it so that other humans know what we feel and what we are trying to say. 

I tend to get to the point in a lengthy manner most times. I have been called "passionate" "intense" and been told to "lighten up" amongst the nicer end of things. I've been called aggressive, angry, loud, and many other less nice things. I use all the words I know. None of them are "bad". Just because a word's meaning is bad, or that word describes a bad act does not make that word in itself bad. We demonize Fuck, and all slang as a form of making sure people are aware of class distinction and gender bias. We ingrain children with the idea that "we don't say those things in front of Grandma" yet grandpa says whatever grandpa wants, especially when women aren't within earshot. And just for reference I've heard both of my Grandma's say Fuck, and apologize for it. As if speaking passionately, especially in front of me, warrants an apology.

I was inspired to write this because of this story about a woman who was not allowed to board a plane wearing a t-shirt that brandished the word Fuck. The shirt had a very political feminist message. "If I wanted the government in my womb, I'd FUCK (it was embolden with color) a senator." I'd be interested to know how many people and of what shapes, sizes, colors, and religions have been asked not to board planes based on their "offensive" attire. I would like to know why we find the word Fuck so offensive. Her message in itself was not a threat. So why would other passengers safety come into consideration in her attire.

Words have power, we use words to express how we feel or what is happening as we perceive it. But words only have as much power as we give them. What is the power behind the list of words we're not allowed to say on T.V. or radio? Is it the power to control us? The power to make us adhere to an arbitrary set of societal rules of politeness, that change arbitrarily. 

As a parent I had to make a personal compromise. Just because I am a mother, does not mean that I am everyone's mother. As a matter of fact, your very own mother is a full person, who had a personality before the blanket statement of mother was wanded over her.  I still use a lot of bad language but my intent and direction isn't what most people would think. I have no rules in my house about bad words. No words are bad, all words exist and thus warrant analysis and discussion and sometimes usage. My son is 5, he has no restrictions on what words he is allowed to use at home. He does not believe that "stupid is a bad word" because it's not. It's a not nice word. It's a word that when used in a certain context can cause emotional harm to another person. But sometimes when the next book in your favorite series is delayed, or something you just bought breaks for no apparent reason that warrants the usage of "that's fucking stupid." You are mad. You are upset. You want to express how you feel about that and it's appropriate. 

In my house instead of "bad words" we have a rule that you do not use language to hurt others, much like you do not use your fists to hurt others. As surprising as it might sound with as much "bad language" as my son hears, and "adult" conversations, he does not use bad words to get a reaction, because there is none. Therefore he rarely chooses to use bad language to express himself. Maybe if he is disappointed because something is broken he might be heard saying, shit or fuck. But it's rare because I usually just smile and say, "I'm sorry that really sucks but things are not what's important in life. "

Many adults underestimate children's ability to understand concepts and not just blunt commands like a dog. I see many children being treated like and behaving like animals and that is not the child's fault. Respect your children, talk to them like they are real people, and they will learn to respect others. Children are not inferior to you, they have the capacity for the most wisdom because they have not been scorned yet by tragedy and lead to bias. You are their primary example of how to treat other kids, and adults. Teach them that whether or not someone is an adult, if they treat you with kindness and respect they deserve yours.

I understand that many men have been assassinated, or silenced through slander because of the powerful language they used. The language that said, "These things are wrong and they must change!" That is the most powerful language, the language of communication and knowledge. The reason powerful men want to control the news and the religions is because they understand the power of knowledge, and words. People can only unify in a way that effects change when we communicate together, and communication really comes down to words. As Fredrick Douglass understood, "Once you learn to read. You will forever be free."

Question why you think some words are bad and other words are good. Words have no meaning without context and less meaning without enunciation. Sometimes a string of perfectly good words can be used to make someone else feel bad. For example, "You have terrible skin. You would be prettier if you wore make-up." Did you see any BAD words in there? But the meanness remains, the sentiment is clearly to hurt another person. Communication has less to do with what words you use and more to do with how you use them. Do not be afraid to use powerful language.

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5/13/12

Home Sweet Home

So. Could anything be more disheartening than living in Ocean County New Jersey? Writing and other forms of art have been neglected. Life has been busy as of late.

Through all of my thoughts on life, in the months when I started writing again, as I was persistently harassing my friends and family and some acquaintances, especially via the internet. I felt a lot like no one cared. There was a day when I used to spend hours every day on the internet writing about the life I wasn't leading (who remembers livejournal?). There is a level of self centered that blinds us to what we want to do in our heart.

Since I've taken my hiatus from expelling my views and art on the global world. Well that has only become magnified. Not only have people shut out what's really going on they are watching even more TV news in the hopes of becoming more informed.

I don't think that is what this post is supposed to be about. It's an apology to myself for giving up on wanting to spend more time more often spilling these words that relentlessly fill my mind onto some readable format. I feel like if not now, maybe some day that will have a purpose. But as I always preach, life just sort of happens sometimes. I was spending much time reading and writing and being inspired at the end of last year into this year. I felt very attached to the issues that are finally being talked about by someone in this country, even if it's not those in charge. I felt justified speaking up for my friends and family and neighbors because I felt lucky that my family wasn't one of those suffering.

Still no one in my household suffers, that is over dramatic to say the least. But my husband was laid off from his job. He was worried about how I would react, if you don't know me at all, I am a very emotional person. Well for some reason that day I knew it was going to happen. For some reason there was no surprise or panic in my reaction. And I thought to myself, good thing someone is still fighting for the extension of unemployment benefits, just in case.

I thought of the few things we could cut back on immediately because we have no extra money and unemployment would be putting us on a tighter budget. But I do notice how people ask me with deep concern, how we are, or if he has gotten a new job. I was in fact proud of him being fired for making the most money out of all his co workers based on merit raises. There aren't many places you could go with more hypocrisy than the voluntary elected board of trustees at a retirement community. It actually fits quite nicely into our story.

Through the years I have learned that my husband and I would have made no advances or ever been motivated if some seemingly shitty (at the time) things hadn't happened to us. Ironically I feel even more lucky now than I did before he was unemployed. My career is advancing at a much faster pace because now I can focus on that more hours a week and know that my son is with his dad, that he is healthy and happy and has the best person he could possibly have looking out for him.

Focusing more on work has taken away from my political activism. Posting relentlessly on FB, articles that I read and information I find, in between all the normal, seemingly mundane but amazing, things that I do in my life every day. My husband and I get to spend more time with each other and more time together with our son. The only downside has been that my politics has taken a back burner. I can not write unless I am alone. And I can not travel on our newly tightened budget. When I feel particularly jaded and angry I just look to those few people out there that I know love me and what me to keep on talking because for some reason they can't. So I will continue talking about and acting as if things will change.

Some days I go to work and it is so hard for me to listen to people's stories. I have empathy for every single one. It's so draining to hear of the hardships in every families relationship and wonder what happened to make society fracture this way. A lot has happened in human history. Every single thing effects us. But the way we can give it meaning is to remember what has happened and learn from it. Without that we are just like the rest of the animals we hold ourselves up above, relying on instincts instead of logic. There are so many things that need work it is hard to decide which cause is worth your effort. So I say, if we each have a cause, if we each have a passion, there could be major changes, the world we want is possible, but only if we stop pretending everything will be OK if I just keep shopping. 

P.S.- If you didn't notice, I stopped writing symbolic letters to the President. I've stopped trying to reach the one man who can't bring about drastic change and started trying to educate all those who can.


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