Censorship- Don't Duckt Tape Momma

A long time ago I did a little speech on Censorship in America. Being my first speech class ever it was pretty lame, I tried to get the class riled up about it. But they were all born and raised christian so I don't think they saw censorship as one of the ultimate evils of government as I do. To them it was something required to protect the public from 'evil' or something.

This is before I found evidence of christians being censored. They would've cared then.

Anyway my focus was on the media. How after 9-11 they wouldn't air any Pokemon episodes with buildings getting hit or blown up by anything or even had the word 'tower' in their name because "It was too frightening for children"! Also how many books get banned for things like "the word demon was in page 78 of 600 pages; it was a spiritual reference". Who cares?! If a kid has a question they should be able to ask mom and dad about it... oh wait it's America mom and dad are gone all day working for what I don't know.

As a kid I was introduced to the concept of censorship when a Chinese girl, Rayray, lived with us for something like 4 months (I was 7 time wasn't important if it was over hour increments). My parents were great about letting me know things, so instead of keeping the conversation she wanted to have with out house guest on the down low she let me be privy to it. My mom asked what Rayray thought about what had happened in Tiananmen square.
Rayray promptly replied that what my mom thought had happened never happened. It's all foreign propaganda, her country told her so and communists never lie to their people.

WTF?!

Censorship in moderation sure. Keep that bad mouthed dude's words out of the mouths of our 5 year olds. We don't really need to be seeing people bump uglies on prime time tv. And having every single organ for display as the killer does his deed is overkill. (haha pun!)
But turning off a little girl's microphone because she says 'Jesus' in a nonironic way, taking out scenes from cartoons because we can't let our kids have any kind of practice dealing with emotions till their 10, and taking great works like 'where the sidewalk ends' off the shelves because it might, maybe, have a spiritual reference in it is stupid.

Just like it's stupid that hate groups have the right to keep their blogs but a cop who posts what her day was like get's her posts censored and doesn't even know why. Not only that but to yank her whole site and offer it up to anyone on the internet. To keep my rage to a minimum and avoid being the kind of blogger I dislike, I slept on the information I received. Thought up my response and what it should look like, sound like, how much of my emotion was superfluous. Because, this is an issue near and dear to my heart.
Why in America of all places should there be censorship?! Freedom of speech within the box other people allow? And this leads into another issue near and dear to my heart that I may screech about later.

The loudest voice gets heard, the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and those of us with enough personal scruples not to go around whining like bitches every time we see something that offends us are the ones who get the raw end of the deal. Those of us who are honest that we can understand one side of the argument get chastised. People who just say what's on everyone else's mind get shafted. While the whacko off the wall minority guy who offends EVERYBODY get's some kind of diplomatic immunity. Go watch Lethal Weapon if you don't know how this could be a bad thing.

Blogger I'm amazed at you. If I'd heard, "hey they sent her an email that the blog was censored because it was found to be [state reason here]" I would be understanding, you're a company and sadly because of things I said I wouldn't screech about you have to cover your butt a lot I'm sure. But no you didn't, instead you're also censoring the fact that your censoring by not letting her post about it! What's the deal?! No really I want to know. Because come a time when some random christian or nonchristian group runs across a blog I may write about why I think they're psycho I want to know whether or not you're going to have my back or if I should take my thoughts elsewhere.

An Award?!

On Feb 17th I got an award from Chicken. It took me 6 days to find it. XD!
That's pretty good considering that since my husband took the little japanese toy that meows off of my key chain I've lost my keys every day... and once for nearly three weeks. I think he got tired of me walking around running into everything every time he asked me to go to the store.

Here's my Award!!!Isn't it beautiful?! It's my first one too! I love it and the words that went with it were the cake. Yes, the award was just the icing, or cherry for those of you were aren't fans of buttercream. mmmmmmm.

Now I'll have to pass it on to some one else.

I think I'm going to have to give it to my lovely Norie. Her blog has encouraged me to deal with my third culture/ reverse culture shock head on instead of simply longing to go back overseas.
Norie, gambatte! You're soul is so bright, your heart is so kind, and your head is so wise you can make it through everything. I'm sure of it.

Okay something you don't know about me?
Hmmm... I only buy shoes I can run in or have the potential to be used as a weapon. I can run in all three pairs of heels I own.
What else? I watch Dr. Who every chance I get.
Brittish comedy makes more sense to me than other forms of comedy.
I can still remember the theme songs to Captain Planet, Gummy Bears, Digimon, Sailor Moon, My little Pony Tails, and Darkwing Duck and sing them on a regular basis.
Most of my personality is linked to the Cartoon Mighty Max. No really... it's scary.
I was a Virgin till 2 months before my 22nd birthday. And I still do my best thinking After the Fact. (^_^)Y

Again, thanks so much Chiken. You totally made my week!

Oh and here's the link to the whopping 2 pictures from the fashion show. I have one more that my husband took that I haven't wrestled with his camera to extract. But I will.

So I was inspired by someone... who I don't even know.

Being inspired by another makes me think of what is actually a 'true' inspiration. Something that creates itself from pretty much nothing. Like the Earth and the Universe; sometimes even mankind.

I watched the movie Inception and thought about the idea of true inspiration for all of 3 minutes before the plot of the movie erased most of that train of thought. But today, as I was inspired by another mid-twenties woman's words, I can't help but wonder what 'true' inspiration is and if it actually exists the way we think of it.

For example: When I was 13 I had this HUGE complex because despite my hip length auburn waves I had the body of a boy. Late bloomer as I was I didn't get anything resembling real boobs till I was 17. I'm still growing hips to this day. Anyways, I had this thing about hiding my imperfectness and hated shorts with a passion. But, damn if it doesn't get HOT in Texas. So I had this great Idea! I'd cut off a pair of pants just a few inches or so below my knees and wear that instead.

Feeling all proud of myself I soon realized that I was not the first to think of this solution. My grandmother (who was born in 1925) called them Pedal Pushers, my aunt (who survived been a 20 year old in the 60's) called them Highwaters, and the very next summer they came out in mass as something called Capri's.

To this day, ever now and again when I have nothing better to think about, I wonder if everything has already been thought of. Maybe all those lost thoughts are floating around in our genetic memories, or the ether, or whatever lingering things on this planet float in, only to land on one of us like a peculiar dandelion seed.

What is needed to make inspiration true? When I thought up my solution for shorts 10 years ago I felt truly self inspired.

All this brings to mind something that I've read a few times over the years: "What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one can say: "Look! This is something new!"? It was here already, long ago, before our time."

Really, I don't mind not having a 'true' or a 'new' inspiration. Just being inspired feels me with an amazing feeling of possibility, hope, and purpose. In this case the pro's are worth the con's.

What do you think?