Breaking Stereotypes

In today’s mainstream society, the media creates various of negative thoughts and stereotypes in different forms. These forms include class, gender, and sexuality. Day by day images or videos go viral creating these negative issues spreading like wildfire throughout the web. For instance, if an image or meme is created and posted online of someone who is identifies themselves as something other than straight, or someone from a low-class people go and share these images just for their entertainment. Instead of society, trying to eliminate this type of media they are promoting it. It is quite rare when someone stands up for someone who is being negatively affected by this. A website named AAUW with their motto being “Empowering women since 1881”. There motto there is quite strong it gives a short description what they are about. An article composed by AAUW named “Why Stereotypes Are Bad and What You Can Do about Them” is a strong article that explains what are stereotypes, why should we care about stereotypes and biases, and what we can do to combat stereotypes and bias. Articles and website like this should be shared more thought out society in order to put an end to gender stereotypes.

I am a typical brown girl on the outside, but a totally different person on the inside just like an egg. Even though I will be as quiet as an egg if put in boiling water, my inside will be screaming. I am not like some people, I have two different cultures now that I am in America now. Two years ago I was in India, being a girl with less opportunities, but here I can do what I set my heart on because I know I will have a way to reach it. I have changed how I see the world now, my beliefs have changed and my goals are in a bigger level now. Your cultural identity can change when you are exposed to new and different things.

I like that you mentioned the effect of race with European settlers and indigenous people and the myths and stereotypes that come with race. This is such an interesting topic because much of the USA's history with race has strong associations with stereotypes that were used to keep a group of people oppressed.

The single story is about how a people stereotypes one another based on what they learned through books, media, people, and other sources. For example, Chimamnda announced how she viewed Mexicans as immigrants and them trying to get through the borders, but the moment she stepped foot into Mexico the perspective she got from other sources changed everything. She was ashamed of herself because when she visit the view was completely different because what she saw was happiness, love, and fun. The single story is an image that is created based upon information that was given, but not on your own perspective. In other words, it is the truth to the reality. For example, when people hear of Niagara everyone think of land, poor, Africa, homeless,

First, I thought this was a great read. I believe the authors main idea is "Society continues to push the idea that women can do anything that a man can do; yet, there are still so many examples of the sexist ways we hold women back from pursuing all of their personal and professional goals." What makes this article so meaningful to him is that he is now a father to a little girl. I agree with his claims and I understand his want to change our society. I also have a daughter, she is 4 years old. I often imagine who outside of our home she may look up to. Maybe a woman like Marie Curie, because science rules! Or maybe an athlete like Ronda Rousey, one of the toughest female athletes out there. Now, she is a prime example of sexism being alive

On a daily bases people make excuses for everything. Everything meaning our actions and the things that we say. Common things that we make excuse for deal with sexist, racist, and heterosexist comments. Sexist is classified as saying that one sex is better than the other. An example of this is someone calling a male or female something that they are not. I do not like this because we are all humans and deserve to be respected and not called something that is degrading. We all know that racist is downgrading one race compared to another. An example of this is, saying that all black people are loud and ghetto. We all act the same but some people do certain things different from others. That’s just there way of living. I do not think that just because one person acts one way the whole race does also. Heterosexist is defined as heterosexuality is better than all other expressions. An example of this would be talking about how a guy dresses and calling him gay. I do not agree with this as well because it is good to stand out and be your own person not matter how others see you.

The past was best left in the past. Forgotten and ignored, buried in oblivion, and omitted from the present. That’s how one survives. That’s how one gets from day to day without breaking down in a puddle of mush. It didn’t work to face the problem, to confront it head on with the conception that you could overcome. That was just a fantasy, like fairy tale stories it was unrealistic. I learned the way to survive is by stuffing the invasion of feelings that surface when the bloodcurdling past threatens to suffocate you. If PHDs were awarded for perfecting this talent I would be first on the list to receive one. At least I thought so, at least up until this point it was my greatest ally and friend. But looking into the mirror now trying to focus

“Elders, this is a scan of Katherine Ayla Regan’s brain when she arrived here yesterday. I’d like you to note the unusual activity in the parietal lobe. She tapped the screen, and the parietal lobe became greater. Kat looked at the screen confused. A weird pink light was pulsing across the lobe.

I felt my heart beating out my chest as I walked in the room for try outs for the debate team. I had always like to argue and to make people see things from my point of view. I couldn’t quite comprehend why I was so nervous though. Maybe it was the crowd I had to speak in front of. I really disliked talking in front of people especially, when I really wanted to prove myself worthy for this elite team. I would forget how to read and I stumble across words that I knew so well. Yolicia you’re up! As I began to walk to the podium to speak, I felt like everyone eyes were little beams on me.

It was ten minutes until the start of class when they approached me. Donning dark jeans, fresh highlights, and an air of seventh grade superiority, these two girls had caught wind of a rumor and had come to see if it held any truth. “We heard you were adopted,” one said to me. “Is that true?” I was flushed with a mixture of shame and embarrassment, the girls’ stares piercing me as I grappled with my response. I was faced with two options: either admit it, which seemed as attractive a choice as gnawing off one’s leg; or lie, denying what I knew to be a fact. Deciding, I turned to the two girls, looked them straight in the eye, and muttered, “I don’t know who told you that but it’s a lie. I wasn’t adopted.” Their eyebrows furrowed together and my heart seized in my chest, hoping they wouldn’t interrogate me further, praying they would believe me. After an

In today's world there are many prejudices towards society's standards and it affects people negatively especially women. Being attractive can get you anywhere. Having good looks and a nice body gets you places most of the time. It is harsh but it is the truth. A social experiment has actually found that to be true.

We have the ability to completely block out things and people we are not focused on. They become invisible and we can only see the things that align with what we are focused on.

I am sitting in the back of a stranger’s car on the way to a cemetery as a little girl in a yellow tutu arranges her bobble head pets that seem to emerge one after the other from her white sparkle purse on the seat between us. We both communicate through hand signals while I help her feed plastic carrots to the bobble headed dog and eventually by parroting the sounds she makes manage to stumble through the entire alphabet in Croatian.She laughs at my funny pronunciation, and I smile at her enthusiasm for spelling every passing sign. Not twenty minutes ago I was sitting in a cafe on my first day out of the bustle that is Zagreb on a lazy Saturday afternoon trying to reconcile the images from my news clips and history books in my head with those

It was a hot, Texas summer afternoon. All of the family was sitting together, enjoying each others company. We were watching TV. We joked and laughed with each other. When my grandpa arrives from work, he rushes upstairs to get ready for guitar classes, and says he will be back for dinner. For us, it was a normal Wednesday. Afterward, my grandpa comes down, and sits at the table. He was dressed casually, and is ready to eat. He gets settled and tells me he has something exciting to tell me. We are eating at the table, each of us are enjoying the meal. While we are eating, I notice my grandpa getting in a position as if he were going to say something. He looks at me, along with my mother. He says,"Karmin, would you like to go to guitar classes?"

The day started off in Bangkok where we felt like millionaires despite only having paid $15 each for our two-bedroom penthouse airbnb with an infinity pool. It was hard to peel away from, but with only three days in the commercial hub of Thailand, we got our asses up and started exploring. The thin coat of mist naturally started to form as we walked down the polluted streets towards the temples. Any girl with big thighs understand the chafe-age struggles in the summer, and despite it being monsoon season in Thailand, ya girl was still struggling. (deodorant in between the thighs usually does the trick). Of course I’d wear shorts, despite my skin creating enough friction to start a damn fire, I’d rather have my legs out, than covered with even