So, there is a scandal at Penn State. . . Oh, you didn't know and made an inappropriate tweet about it? It's okay Ashton, we know you live under a rock and never use the Internet . . .
There is a large population of people who are outraged that Penn State Head Coach Joe Paterno was fired. And yet, I have heard little outrage over the fact that Mr. Paterno knew something was going on, reported it and then continued on as if there was nothing more for him to do. Riots in the street over a fired football coach, but NOT over a sexual abuse scandal? Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this?
Our society has such an issue with sex, whether consensual or not, that we ignore the topic all together. What makes me so angry is that we have created a culture where we just don't talk about. You were raped? Well don't talk about, it might make others uncomfortable. You know, cause it wasn't uncomfortable for you have experienced that. You were molested as a child? Well in polite society we just pretend it didn't happen and hope you've healed on your own. We have movie stars comparing having their photo taken to being raped. We have children who refer to losing a game by a large score as getting raped. And yet, there is hardly any outcry from the hoi polloi about what talk like this implies.
I recently mentioned to a friend of mine that I was molested as a teenager. I have always been very open about this fact. She was appalled that I would talk about it like it was no big deal. I tried to explain to her that I don't talk about it because it is no big deal. I talk about it because too many people don't; and it IS a big deal. Society at large makes victims of abuse feel like they have to keep quiet about the things that have happened to them. Like somehow we should be ashamed of something that was done TO us. I didn't have control over the situation. If I had, it wouldn't have happened. (That's the "duh!" moment for those of you keeping track.) The bottom line is that what happened to me doesn't define me. In some ways it helped shape who I am today in that I think it's important to be open about such things. The very fact that abusers can manipulate their victims into staying quiet is a direct reflection that we don't talk about such things in "polite" society.
So, Penn State fans -- How about you riot in the streets over what happened within your beloved institution, rather than rioting because a coach (who was part of the problem, though perhaps not legally responsible) was let go amid a very SERIOUS scandal. Why not be outraged that the people who represented your cherished sport team have now tarnished its image. Just a thought.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
"It's a money thing, and I've got none . . . "
I have to say, nothing annoys me more than people who claim to be poor, but really have no idea what poor means. There are so many levels of "poor," but I find that people who announce they are poor often are not. People who are truly poor don't own multiple properties. They don't own several cars. They aren't able to provide their children with the newest toys and coolest clothes. They can't afford to go out to eat on a whim. Nor can they impulsively plan a trip for their family (especially if it involves flying or a hotel stay).
I often joke that I am a poor college student. And in some ways that's true. I must budget my money and spend wisely so that I can afford to not work and accomplish my school work to the best of my ability. With that being said, I have a two bedroom apartment which I live in alone. I have a laptop, a tablet, and a smart phone. I have two t.v.'s, cable, and Internet. My apartment is fully furnished and my fridge fully stocked.
Now, my college life hasn't always been so "glamorous." When I first stared out, I had a hard time paying for college and my basic necessities. I went to school full time and worked full time to pay for school and pay rent. You see, the Feds decided that my parents made TONS of money and so I didn't qualify for much on the FAFSA. That meant that I often worried about how I would eat or pay my bills. I worked my tail off and never seemed to get anywhere. It was so frustrating; and eventually, due to that frustration, I dropped out of college. Once I turned 23, my parents income was no longer required to get financial aid and I was able to continue my education. (And I graduate this spring. YAY!)
I've recently had a conversation with someone who feels they are newly poor. And while their financial situation has changed, they are not poor. They do not have to worry about how they will feed their kids. They are not in danger of losing the home they own or the cars they drive. They are going through a period of adjustment no doubt. Recalculating how you spend your money can be frustrating and difficult. This friend, however, isn't poor. And honestly, I'm not sure they actually understand what poor is or what it looks like. And that baffles me with the poorest county in the country being in our state: Shannon country -- the home of Pine Ridge.
With the current economic climate it's important to remember that there are often many who have it worse than we do. And while the economic downturn may have effected you, if you're not in danger of losing the roof above your head or worried about how you're going to feed your family, then you are ahead of many of our fellow countrymen. Be thankful for what you have and what you are able to provide for our children and yourself. And PLEASE stop telling me you're poor.
I often joke that I am a poor college student. And in some ways that's true. I must budget my money and spend wisely so that I can afford to not work and accomplish my school work to the best of my ability. With that being said, I have a two bedroom apartment which I live in alone. I have a laptop, a tablet, and a smart phone. I have two t.v.'s, cable, and Internet. My apartment is fully furnished and my fridge fully stocked.
Now, my college life hasn't always been so "glamorous." When I first stared out, I had a hard time paying for college and my basic necessities. I went to school full time and worked full time to pay for school and pay rent. You see, the Feds decided that my parents made TONS of money and so I didn't qualify for much on the FAFSA. That meant that I often worried about how I would eat or pay my bills. I worked my tail off and never seemed to get anywhere. It was so frustrating; and eventually, due to that frustration, I dropped out of college. Once I turned 23, my parents income was no longer required to get financial aid and I was able to continue my education. (And I graduate this spring. YAY!)
I've recently had a conversation with someone who feels they are newly poor. And while their financial situation has changed, they are not poor. They do not have to worry about how they will feed their kids. They are not in danger of losing the home they own or the cars they drive. They are going through a period of adjustment no doubt. Recalculating how you spend your money can be frustrating and difficult. This friend, however, isn't poor. And honestly, I'm not sure they actually understand what poor is or what it looks like. And that baffles me with the poorest county in the country being in our state: Shannon country -- the home of Pine Ridge.
With the current economic climate it's important to remember that there are often many who have it worse than we do. And while the economic downturn may have effected you, if you're not in danger of losing the roof above your head or worried about how you're going to feed your family, then you are ahead of many of our fellow countrymen. Be thankful for what you have and what you are able to provide for our children and yourself. And PLEASE stop telling me you're poor.
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