If I had it my way

The following passage can be used as a) inspiration, b) a means to keep me on track and motivated or c) collateral…you choose.

I didn’t know that when I decided to major in Public Relations as an entering undergrad that it would be the perfect choice for me. Honestly, my mom told me to do it. Sharon knows best, after all.

I thought PR was this ultra-glamorous lifestyle, not a professional career. (Hence Samantha from Sex and the City) Public Relations is hard, people. There is no set-in-stone route; there is no sincere formula to ensure success. Every company is different and every client is different. In the same token, the fact that no boundaries (except for the ethical kind) exist makes me all the more excited to pursue a career in a field that is so fresh.

If I had it my way, my dream job would incorporate music, public relations (social media, strategic and event planning, etc.) and social activism to create awareness and advocacy for various issues facing the world today. I’ve always wanted to leave my mark while I’m here on earth. Let’s be real–80 years of life is a drop in the bucket in comparison to how long the Earth has been spinning on its axis.

One conundrum: I want to remain completely true to myself. I want to be able to face myself in the mirror each morning and think, “I’m doing something that matters and I’m fulfilled.” 

So what is my master plan? I don’t have one. I know what kind of music I love, I know what social media tactics to be aware of, and I know what issues I am passionate about. I suppose I’ll start there. (I’ve used first person quite a bit in this post; disregard the “I’s” and say “Dinosaur” while reading this if it gets boring or redundant.)

For now, I’m going to focus on the classes I am taking that will help me refine the skills I will use in my field, I’m going to keep listening to awesome music, and I’m going to keep blowing up Twitter and Facebook feeds with articles concerning gender equality, education, etc.

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The Difference Between a Feminist and a…

Bones to pick. Bones to pick everywhere. 

I love being a woman. As much as I hate the following tasks at times, I take pride in my appearance. Shaving my legs can be annoying and painful; painting my nails can be messy and mundane; curling my eyelashes can turn into a horrible experience (side note: I don’t recommend doing so while driving).

Not all women shave their legs, do their nails OR curl their eyelashes. No worries. Make yourself happy. My beauty rant isn’t about beauty at all though. I am a feminist, and I’m proud to say I am. Usually when I say this out loud, I get one of two responses:

Response A: “That’s really cool. What makes you a feminist?”

(Actual interest and curiosity pervades with these words.)

Response B: “Oh wow. Are you really? I would have never guessed that about you.” 

(Usually this isn’t a positive response; sometimes I can hear a sense of mockery through these words.)

In its basic definitive form, a feminist believes that genders are equal. I believe that a woman and a man should be allowed to do anything his/her heart desires. There should be no boundaries–even if something seems “physically impossible.” If it is one’s free will to accomplish a goal that seems otherwise impossible, you go for it. You have my support in most cases.

I am not a man-hating, pessimistic and crass woman. There are so many negative connotations connected to the word “feminist.” It’s not fair, in my opinion. (Side note: I love men.) Like anything, I believe that to form an opinion, one should research and derive an opinion based on facts and convictions, which is what I have done throughout the last 5 months of my life.

If a woman wants to pursue a profession, that should be acceptable and supported just as if a man was pursuing the same profession. She should be able to be a caregiver for her husband and children if her heart desires; she should be able to prove her dedication to a company if she desires to become the CEO of a Fortune 500. There should be no limitations.

I’m not a bitch. I have my off days (not due to my menstrual cycle, by the way) and I deal with them just like anyone else does while juggling life. There are pressures everywhere we turn; why should I feel more simply because I describe myself as being a feminist?