Stereotypes In Jindabyne

Raymond Carver’s short story So Much Water So Close to Home (2003) had the temporal setting within the American 1970’s, during the time when there was mass hysteria of serial killings. Carver’s plot took advantage of the hysteria of the 1970’s to set up the theme of serial killings within the hypotext. Juxtaposingly, Ray Lawrence adapted Carver’s short story (2006) and transformed it into the hyper Australian gothic film Jindabyne. Juxtaposed to the hypotext that [focused] on the serial killings and the oppression of woman, Lawrence’s adaptation focuses on the theme of Aboriginal treatment and the spiritual beliefs of the Aboriginal culture. There are inevitable contextual changes when adapting texts, and deliberate ones such as

The sky more ominous than it had ever been engulfed my custom home as I sat still on the caramel brown leather sofa. Each move I made seemed reluctant, because my ears were hungry to hear the adult's conversation. Growing up, I was taught to never listen to "grown folks" conversations, but this particular stone worded syntax couldn't help but be cemented to my ears. After hearing those words, they pierced my heart like Cupid's evil twin's arrow. "Black lives are of no worth to anyone, thus minorities are impeded because their overabundance of melanin.” However, I have taken it upon myself to be a counterexample.

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

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

“This woman could’ve lived. Instead, she chose to commit suicide rather than face life alone. Rather than face an eternity in some dungeon.” Kat took a deep breath and spoke loudly and firmly, “This is what your maxims do to people.”

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

The videos “The Hidden Messages in Kids Movie” and “Negative Disney Stereotypes” were very informative. I found these videos very interesting and insightful. I do agree that their are many hidden messages in Kid’s movies and that they may end up teaching children the wrong idea. I do agree that their is way too much violence in today’s films. I work in a pre-k classroom and I see how children are influenced by popular movies of today such as the new Power Rangers film and The Avengers movies. Many kids are quick to imitate what they see in these films such as the use of violence when playing with action figures in order to fight the “bad guys.”

To a young me, the world was black-and-white. The virtuous will remain good while the immoral will stay wicked, no shade of grey existing. The notion that humans can change their nature was ludicrous. Living in a society where sorting human beings into stereotypes is the norm only served to reinforce that idea. One day, though, the action someone who should stand for justice forced my eyes opened.

At age 16, I have a lot of expectations to meet and stereotypes to battle. I am a hard working student who has the grades to show for it. I am the calculus team member who goes to every competition. I am the animal lover that aspires to be a marine biologist. But I am also the math team president who would grab a novel over a book full of problem-solving techniques. I am the introvert who likes to talk in class. I am the perfect debater online who gets too worked up face-to-face to ever engage anyone in person. I am the scholar that wants summer to last forever.

Negatively Stereotyping others is a substantially serious social issue in todays society. There are various different underlining issues like hate crimes, bullying, suicides and deaths that compose the severity of it alarming in todays society. Countless people stereotype without acknowledging the effects. As shown throughout their actions and behaviors, even their children begin to obtain the same attributes and judgmental state of minds as their parents. In reality, todays society most likely doesn't stop an consider the cause and affect. While others on the opposite side of this situation might suffer detrimental effects. Field studies shown on children who were bullied, were more than likely to have long term psychological issues through

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I wonder if other people from here also encountered such a...peculiar thing like I have. She wondered to herself in front of the mirror. Rachel was busy flicking her orange hair to another side of her face away from her eye that was bothering her once she woke up. Her red egg was nested by her in the bathroom. She’d look like she wasn’t paying no mind to it but she couldn’t help but to shoot her eyes at strange egg every so often as she was getting ready for the day. She likes to prepare herself in the morning before dawn even if it wasn’t a school day. Her daily routine consisted of doing school assignments the day she gets it, spending time outside for jogs then coming home looking at prehistoric documentaries (even some that she had already

As the first child of an immigrant family, I’ve always had this invisible pressure loaded on my shoulders. It may be from the fact that my parents’ first language was not English, or that as Koreans, we were a minority race. But one thing is true for sure - my love for my family is unlimited, unrestricted, and unconditional, no matter the flaws involed. And I believe that this love comes from the problems and issues I’ve had to deal with.

From the moment my mom gave birth to me, I was raised in an environment full of culture. The monthly loteria days, full of tamales and menudo, seemed like a normality to me. Coming from an intensely Mexican family, there were obviously traditions that may have seemed weird to those that did not experience day-to-day exposure to our heritage.