Forever Queen

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Water the Flowers

Mark Samsonovich

Maggie Mae’s alley 5th st. Austin, Texas

I am beyond excited to see this movie. Ever since I saw the first preview, I was instantly hooked. The level of violence, deception, cruelness, hatred, and intimacy seem so riveting. The dynamics between the two characters are so intriguing and haunting, I have watched the trailer at least ten times because it is that enticing. I also enjoy the role of a dominant, female character. Just from the previews, Amy Adams seems ruthless, dangerous, and clever, one of the main reasons I am so excited to see this film. I love the haunting, darkness the movie gives off, can’t wait to see what it is all about!

Five reasons 'Gatsby' is the great American novel

Can't wait for the new movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio as The Great Gatsby? Here are five reasons The Great Gatsby, that gaudy Roaring Twenties tale of lost love should be ranked as the great American novel

There is nothing more I love than a great, classic novel, The Great Gatsby being one of the highest on my list. Since the semester ended, I have more free time to enjoy and read what I please, and I can’t wait to visit this classic again. There is something very special about The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald created a true, honest rendition of what an American classic should embody. I fell in love with Jay Gatsby for numerous reasons, but one, in particular, is his admiration for Daisy. I feel fancy, liberated, and in pain when I read Gatsby. Fitzgerald has done something truly remarkable. The characters are simple, yet complex and the language is so beautifully poetic and painful, you cannot help but feel similar pain to the author’s agony. I can’t wait to read it again and experience all the things that made me fall in love with the novel initially. 

just where I want to be 

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forever my idol. the original queen 

I can relate to each statement the author shared.Growing up in a society where women are systematically subjected to constant battles in every environment disrupts more than just self-appearance, it conflicts with education, work, ordinary activities, relationships, and the love for one’s self that is jeopardized because of all the battles. The rules taught to young children and the way prior generations marketed the way women ‘ought to behave’ have altered the perception of not only how society views and treats women, but how the actual female individual should behave. We praise women on their sex appeal, but with that praise comes rules that women must adhere by to be considered “sexy” or desirable.” And if we attempt to break from this trend we are considered the “outsider.” Our life purpose as humans is to experience, enjoy, learn, educate, love freely, but as a woman, all those possibilities limit us in some way.

#feminism #eqauilty #womenarepeople

Growing up as a Girl

Since I was little, I was told to smile.

Since I was little, I was taught not to raise my voice.

Since I was little, I was taught to always sit with my legs crossed or closed.

Since I was little, I was taught that the boy tugging on my pig tails likes me.

Since I was little, I was taught that the boy breaking my crayons really likes me. 

In kindergarten, I always got the pink sticker, even though I liked blue better.

In kindergarten, the teacher always gave the boys Lego to play with, while the girls were given dolls. 

In kindergarten, when a boy made me cry, I was told that “boys will be boys.”

When I said I wanted to be a scientist, I was told it wasn’t for girls.

When my breasts first started developing, I was told I had to wear an uncomfortable bra. No explanation why. 

When other girls started developing breasts at school, boys started to rate and compare us.

When blood first started coming out of my vagina, I was told I was a grown woman now. I was 11 years old. 

When a pad fell out of my school bag, some boys made fun of me and called me “dirty”. I cried in a toilet stall. 

When a pad fell out of my school bag, a female teacher took me aside and said I shouldn’t show “such things” to other children. I cried in a toilet stall.

When adult men started hollering at me in the streets, I was told it was a compliment.

When I got to 8th grade, I was told “it’s time to start wearing make up.” No explanation why. 

When my leg hair started to grow darker, I was told to shave it. No explanation why. 

I was often told I was a “good girl” and would make a “good wife” one day.

I was often told boys matured more slowly than girls and therefore I should tolerate their bullying. Boys will be boys, after all.

I didn’t even know what sex was, but I was already a sex object in the eyes of many. 

Only women know what all this is like.

Audrey Hepburn, Switzerland, 1954, photo by Hans Gerber