Blogust 2018: The Series

Day 13: What Job Searching is *Really* Like with a Master’s Degree.

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Hey, guys – welcome back to TNTH!

With the college school year coming in a couple of weeks, it feels immensely weird not getting ready to go back and start a brand new school year at my college. For the last 6 years, I’ve been returning to my college and two degrees later, it’s now my time to say good-bye being a student, which is frightening.

Over the summer, I gave myself the well-needed break that I was yearning for back when I was wrapping up grad school, and I did, but now that the summer season is almost over and people start returning back to their lives within the next month, it was about time I got myself together and start making moves looking forward.

Although I told myself I was going to let myself take a break, I knew it wasn’t going to last long. I found myself looking for jobs as early as the middle of June, and since then I’ve been applying to different types of jobs left and right.

One thing the majority of the people have a misconception of (even actual grad students pursuing their master’s degrees) is that you’re automatically going to get hired to any job you apply for because you have a master’s degree. While it heightens your chances because it makes you “stand out”, the reality of applying for jobs while having a master’s degree is pretty much the same as having a regular degree: it’s pretty much the same. 

Being a person who’s never had a real job before yet has the education credentials needed is literally a blessing and a curse. That “must need a bachelor’s/masters degree” requirement is never an issue for me, but that “and [blank] years of experience” is what pretty much either makes or breaks the deal. I chose to focus on my studies than get a job while getting my degrees, but it sometimes feels like a lost opportunity that I didn’t take advantage of at the time. So, finding jobs is even harder if you don’t have the work experience: while you need that shitty job to get work experience, your degree makes you over-qualified for the job, and most of the time, companies will let you go or not even consider you because they don’t want to pay you the money you actually deserve.

Also, the reality of the job hunting process is exactly what it is: a process. You’re not going to get hired at the first job you apply for, you’re not going to get an immediate interview once you send out your resume, and you’re most likely going to get rejected even if you make it as far as the interview stages of your process. Having a master’s degree doesn’t save you or make the process easier for you, it only does that in the long run, years after you got that damn degree.

Having a master’s degree is an accomplishment that I still sometimes forget to celebrate and acknowledge. You work extremely hard to get that piece of paper, so you best to believe that whatever jobs you’re looking for, they recognize hard work when they see it. But, that not always the scenario and in reality, more people are getting master’s degrees than ever. Millions of other people are on the same page as you. That, honestly, shouldn’t even matter and it shouldn’t discourage you. Take every opportunity for what it is, and take every experience as a learning lesson. You’re not going to be unemployed for the rest of your lives, not unless you allow yourself to give up. Yeah, I’m still searching and hope that my process progresses sooner rather than later, but I know when that one job hits, it will land, not because I have my master’s, but because I’m hard-working and driven.

As my partner’s been telling me: you gotta get your feet wet!

 

-Liz. (:

Blogust 2018: The Series

Day 12: Second Tattoo Story + Meaning.

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Hey guys, welcome back to TNTH!

A couple of weeks ago, I read some old TNTH posts and came across one that I wrote last year entitled “First Tattoo: Story + Meaning”. I was very fortunate to get a first tattoo that I really cared about and never had second doubts getting it. The story behind it was one that I wanted to explain because “home was us” wasn’t a common phrase like “stay strong”. In other words, I had (and still have to) explain to everyone what the story behind the tattoo is.

Since then, I’ve got another tattoo (only took me three years to do) and the story and meaning behind this one are much more simple than the first:

 

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On October 6th, 2017 around 12:30ish, I got my second tattoo.

Even before my first tattoo, I wanted something that would be in a typewriter font for as long as I could remember. To me, they looked clean and carried such a writer’s aura that I know I wanted to have whatever word that I was going to get. Coming to a word was hard; I wanted to get a word that meant more than just one thing. I wanted something that represented who I was as a 23-year-old grad student growing up. I played with many different words that I thought was the one, and when I got to “write“, I didn’t hesitate to choose that word.

Despite common belief, I didn’t get the tattoo to symbolize that I am a writer. I got it because of where I was (and currently am) in my life. During my first year of grad school, I began to feel this division between those in the program who were “readers” and those who were “writers”. My MA program was predominantly a literature program and I felt like I was in a place where I felt misunderstood and constantly put down because I wasn’t like the majority of the students in the program. One class I had my first semester in grad school taught me a lot about writing and the writing universe I never knew about because of literature is the one that is always deemed “more important”. For the past two years, I worked on my thesis with the professor who taught that same class, and as of now, my thesis is completed, passed, and archived at my college’s library. That thesis even allowed me to speak at my college’s graduate conference in early May about the same division within student writers in college classrooms, and for once I felt proud and just as important being a writer. It’s a label I don’t think I’ll ever scratch off, no matter what type of job I get and where life takes me. I write because it is my way of speaking.

I got this tattoo to remind myself that all I gotta do is write whenever I am feeling or thinking something that I cannot put into words properly. I’m not the best speaker; I’ve dealt with a speech impediment for most of my life and it’s sometimes hard to express good ideas verbally. I feel like ever since I started to use writing as a form of expressing myself, I was able to reach out to an audience much more efficiently than just speaking to them. A lot of the ideas I had for school papers of creative pieces would be so intricate that explaining them out loud didn’t give them the justice it deserved. I use writing as my form of expression, and I take it very seriously because it has not only gave me a platform to express myself but it in a way saved me from myself. It saved me from being in my head on restless nights. It saved me from making extreme decisions out of pure emotion I was feeling at that moment. It saved me from saying and doing a lot of things to myself. It gave me a reason to live, in all honesty.

So yeah, I wish the meaning of my second tattoo was just as interesting as the first one, but this experience was a lot less nerve-wracking than the first! This time, I went to get this tattoo alone on a Friday, autumn afternoon (one in which felt like it was still the middle of the summer) and went to the same tattoo artist who did my first one (which btw if you’re in the Bay Ridge area, I highly recommend Matt at Brooklyn Ink!) It took him a while to get his station set up because I was one of the first people to even enter the shop that day so in the meantime, we spoke about random things like college, the commute to CSI, how that bus is forever crowded (the bus stop is down the block from the tattoo shop) and the reality of people wanting word tattoos to face them so they can personally read them, which I find hilarious. I mean, a tattoo is a piece of art on your body, show it to the world! Anyway…

I had also asked my tattoo artist if it was alright if he touched up my first tattoo. Like I said in my first tattoo story, I was 20 and wasn’t really careful with my tattoo during the healing process, so it was extremely patching for three years. He kindly touched it up, and had asked me the actual meaning of my first tattoo. When I told him, the other guy in the shop at the time chimed in and said, “You’re a fan of The Killing? Bro, how great of a show was that shit?” 

When I say I thought I was the only other person in the world to like The Killing… it was amazing to find two other fans of the show! It was honestly the second time someone had asked me what the tattoo meant and actually knew what the hell I was talking about. After the touch-up, both of my tattoos were now wrapped up, and I left to go home. I was really happy to have a second tattoo on my body; I honestly thought I was only going to have the one for the rest of my life…

… but let’s face it, getting a tattoo is addicting, so see you guys for the potential third story in the future. 😉

 

-Liz. (:

Blogust 2018: The Series, Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: What Going Out in My Swimsuit Taught Me this Summer. (8/11/18)

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Hey, guys – welcome back to TNTH!

Even though August always feels like the hottest month of the year, many people start thinking about the season transition that occurs next month: Autumn. Back-to-school sales are already up and running, and most people this time of year already enjoyed summer to its full extent… well, maybe.

This summer (thankfully) for me wasn’t like the one I experienced last year. My sister was out of the state for most of it, my partner at the time was apartment hunting, and nine out of the ten times I felt extremely lonely. Although there were a lot of lows this summer, I’ve had a better support system and better distractions this time around. Plus, my weeks got a bit busier, which I was happy for.

Can you believe I’m actually saying that I missed being busy? This is why I feel like getting a doctorate isn’t so far-fetched…

Anyway, I spent a lot of my time this summer hanging out with my sister. Whenever I wasn’t busy with doctor appointments and she wasn’t busy with her gym sessions, we got together to get up out of the house and hit the community pool, in which I haven’t been to since 2008, mind you. A lot of the reason why I never went after that was that it just got way too crowded for me over the years. Also, I never felt comfortable wearing a swimsuit, whether it was in the privacy of my aunt’s house in Staten Island years ago or in a public, community pool.

Once I started noticing that I was heavier than most pre-teen/teenage girls, I began to get more and more insecure about my body during the summer season. I would sweat more than a “normal person”, showing off skin to keep cool made me feel very uncomfortable, and I dreaded going out with anyone other than my family to beaches or pools because I didn’t like the way I would look in a swimsuit. It’s the reason why I never even bought a new swimsuit after my aunt moved out of Staten Island and didn’t get a new pool at her current place in New Jersey. After that, I never went out to public beaches or pools, which really sucked because I really much enjoy being in the water during the summer; I always did and swimsuits never held me back from tanning and having a good time.

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After the summer of 2014, I completely stopped going out and wearing swimsuits because of this picture. This picture, I was at a family Fourth of July party in Jersey where they have a pool, and while nobody looked at me differently or judged me in my swimsuit, my sister took this photo of me and I posted it on Facebook. Two days later, my father tells my mother that a family member on his side of the family saw it on Facebook, and told me I was “really heavy and looked very unhealthy”. That shit broke my spirit. It was what I was afraid to hear about myself whenever I was in a swimsuit. It was what I exactly thought of myself in a swimsuit and to hear someone else say the same thing, it pretty much confirmed my insecurities, no matter how irrational and stupid they were at the time.

After that, I tried to become comfortable in a swimsuit whenever I was invited out to a beach or pool or whatever. It ever really worked. I would wear a swimsuit probably once in a blue moon and dreaded seeing the people around me. What if they were staring? What if they were talking about me? What if they were calling me fat?

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This summer, I was pretty much forced to get out of the house to go to the community pool with my sister. She had been going for two weeks before I told her that I would start going with her as well. The first time we went, I was extremely nervous. I was nervous that there would be tons of people (and kids) looking at me in a swimsuit, laughing amongst themselves and judging me come in and out of the water. Walking to the ladder felt like miles to me, and getting on the ladder to go inside of the pool left even longer, but once I actually got in the pool with my sister, it felt good. It felt good to be in my element again: swimming, going underwater, just being in the water brought back an immense amount of memories as a kid.

When it was time to get out and dry off a bit, I got nervous again getting on the ladder that always seems to be surrounded by little kids… but anyway, I got out of the ladder and quickly turned around, and nothing. Nobody acknowledged me getting in and out of the water, nobody bothered me or my sister when we were in the water, and nobody looked at me and laughed when I was tanning on a lawn chair. Nobody cared about how I looked like, and if they did, it wasn’t visibily known. I’m no saint, I totally told my sister that this girl had a swimsuit with 75% of her breasts hanging out of it looking crazy, but I never did or made that person feel uncomfortable about herself in that moment. If that’s what she wants to wear, that’s her choice, just how my choice of swimsuit is my choice as well.

Wearing a swimsuit this summer taught me that the whole “summer body” really isn’t shit. A “summer body” isn’t at all what you see at community pools; you see people like me and people who look average swimming and having fun in the hot weather. I learned that yeah, I may not be super confident in a swimsuit, but I shouldn’t let it hold me back doing the one thing I love to do during the summer: go swimming! Finally, I learned that some fears can only be accomplished only if you face them and try to see the reality for what it is. Don’t hold yourself back from having fun; I’m honestly learning how to live life like that each and every day.

And if you’re anything like me, you should too.

 

-Liz. (:

 

 

 

 

Blogust 2018: The Series

Day 10: Music Favorites Playlist!

 

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Hey, guys – welcome back to TNTH!

I know it’s been a hot minute since you’ve seen some new music on the blog (and trust me, the music has definitely changed since the last one), so instead of just picking a few, I’ll show my entire playlist of things I’m bumping to!

I hope you guys find some gems to add to your playlist, and enjoy them this weekend! See you guys tomorrow!

-Liz. (:

Blogust 2018: The Series, Throwback Thursdays

Day 9: 24-Year-Old Liz Reacts to A Poem Written by 18-Year-Old Liz.

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Hey, guys – welcome back to TNTH!

If you’ve only got to know me in the past year and a half through TNTH, then you probably didn’t know that I used to write poetry back in high-school/early college. Poetry was my form of escape through my depression six years ago, and honestly, because of that sadness I had inside of me, it made me write some pretty sick (in both ways) poems that to this day are untouchable. Nowadays, I don’t write poetry because I’m simply just horrible at it, plus I had some really discouraging people in my life at the time who told me my writing sucked…

Anyway, I thought it would be fun to “react” to a poem I wrote back when I was 18. Warning: it’s dramatic, it’s dark, but it’s possibly the poem that suggested me being more than just an “angsty teen”.

This poem was simply entitled. “Elizabeth”.

Continue reading “Day 9: 24-Year-Old Liz Reacts to A Poem Written by 18-Year-Old Liz.”

Blogust 2018: The Series

Day 8: Let’s Talk about the Reality of Addiction.

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Hey, guys – welcome back to TNTH.

A couple of weeks ago, the internet found out that on July 23rd, Demi Lovato was rushed to the hospital after being found unconscious in her home due to an apparent overdose. While sites believed it was due to heroin, sources close to Lovato claim that it wasn’t heroin, but quite possibly a mix of opioids and meth.

Prior to this incident, Demi Lovato released a song only a month before, entitled “Sober“, which she admits that she relapsed after six years of her sobriety. Many of her fans were shocked, supportive, and yes, even disappointed that she would go back to living a life that she advocated against, but many people concluded the song to be an apology and the start of getting herself clean once again. So when the news broke out about her overdose in late July, many were shocked, even scared that Demi would be the next Lil Peep. Whitney Houston. Amy Winehouse, especially since July 23rd would’ve made 7 years since Winehouse’s death at 27.

On August 6th, Demi released a post on Instagram stating the following:

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Anyone who follows Demi and her journey. or personally knows someone dealing with addiction knows what Demi said is true: addiction doesn’t just disappear or fade with time. It’s a constant battle you have to fight with. You don’t have to be addicted to drugs or alcohol for it to be considered an addiction. People could be addicted to food, sex, people, pretty much anything, and overcoming any addiction on the spectrum is extremely difficult and it never goes away. You find yourself trying to control the way you eat, but find yourself just eating everything one night? You find yourself promising your significant other you won’t cheat on them, but then sleep with a random girl you found at the club that night? You find yourself completely hanging out with the wrong crowd, yet always go back to them because of the memories and connections you had? These things are all forms of relapsing, and we can’t expect people who deal with drug and alcohol addictions to just get clean and stay off of it for the rest of their lives; it’s merely impossible and very unrealistic to expect that from them.

I personally deal with family who have addictions of their own and who either fight them to be healthier or ignore them whenever they please. Seeing it around me, I know how it feels to be sick and tired of seeing those with addictions continuously going about their days doing the things that are hurting them. You ask yourself how hard could it be to just stop doing it. You get mad that those people can’t stop their addictions. You ultimately give up on those people when they “disappoint” you time and time again. While I’m not excusing addicts for their behavior, I’m simply saying that if you try to overpower your addiction and fail to do so time and time again, that doesn’t mean you failed as a person. It means you’re a fucking human being. If you relapse, don’t sulk in your failures of staying clean and healthy. Keep fighting your battles, keep talking about your battles, and have supportive people around you who are willing to support your battles.

What happened to Demi Lovato was a tragedy; fans of her could’ve easily lost the person that got many of them to take care of their mental health and possible addictions. The music industry would’ve lost a powerhouse voice, that’s for sure. Many of our great singers and actors lost their lives due to their addictions; it just comes to show that these things can happen to anyone, no matter what status you may be on. One thing is for certain: we have to keep talking about these sorts of things in our everyday lives. We can’t wait to see the next celebrity on the front page of every website in order for us to start talking about the importance again. No matter what day it is, talk about these things and help people realize that they aren’t alone and that there is help out there!

*If you or anyone you know has a drug/substance abuse problem, please seek up at the 24/7 National Drug Hotline on their website. People are more than willing to help you out get the help that you may need.

 

-Liz. (:

Blogust 2018: The Series, Topic Tuesdays: Raw & Personal

Day 7: Let’s Talk About Mental Health Medication.

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Hey guys, welcome back to TNTH.

Yeah, I know, it’s another mental health related post. I get it. Maybe that’s what you guys are thinking, or maybe that’s just my misconception and just my worries talking because let’s face it for the umpteenth time: I have some severe anxiety.

Not everyone in my life knows this, but there are some who know my anxiety to the exact extent. I guess what I’m trying to say to you (and to myself ) that I shouldn’t care if I’m sharing too much about myself or too much about my anxiety; this is a very important part of my life and it’s a very real part as I’m trying to deal with it, and life that continues to go on around me.

I should’ve saved this topic as a voiceless rant, but let’s save that post for something more positive and upbeat…

Anyway, things with me personally haven’t been the greatest. I’ve gotten into arguments with those around me, I’m anxious way more than I used to be, and my mental health seems to be taking a detour from the road to recovery. The journey has not been easy for me.

Before I started to get more in deep with therapy, I had a conversation with my mother about the potential use of medication to help ease with my anxiety. Already having a family member on medication for their own personal reasons, I’ve singlehandedly saw how life was before and after the medication for this person. In my opinion, it hasn’t been that bad. I’ve seen improvements here and there and to a certain degree, I see this person being a lot stronger than I am since starting. Again, I could be completely wrong, but on the outside, I saw a difference. But I brought up this situation with my mother telling her the opposite: I didn’t want to take medication for my anxiety.

Continue reading “Day 7: Let’s Talk About Mental Health Medication.”

Blogust 2018: The Series, Mantra Mondays

Day 6: “Life Is Too Short.”

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Hey, guys – welcome back to TNTH!

It’s only right to start off this week with a mantra!

As I’ve been trying to get through each day as smoothly as possible, I realize that sometimes quotes really do have some powerful meanings, and sometimes you have to hear it (or read it) in order to follow it moving forward. Today’s mantra is simply the following: “life’s too short to wait.”

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I say this only because of the hardships I’m personally going through. I’m having an extremely hard time growing up, in all honesty. It’s hard for me to start seeing my life than more than what it is and what it has been. It’s hard for me to grow up these last couple of months because I truly feel like it’s now time I put on my big girl pants and start doing adult things I’ve never done before. Plus, the older I get, the realization that everyone else does too becomes more of a reality.

As I’m writing this (which is two weeks before its actual post date), my grandfather is battling cancer. The last time I heard his voice was the day of my Master’s graduation and he was perfectly fine. By the end of June, he had gotten really sick and now at the end of July, he doesn’t have much time left to live. Time flew by, and we always take it for granted.

Edit: My grandfather’s battle with cancer ended on July 24th, 2018.

So please, life is too short to go to bed angry, to hold grudges, to not see the people you love, and to not take care of yourself. Life’s too short to wait for things to happen to you, you gotta make things happen. Once you let time navigate your life, you’ll realize just how much you’ve missed waiting.

 

-Liz. (:

 

 

Blogust 2018: The Series

Day 5: Appreciation VS Fetishizing.

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Hey, guys – welcome back to TNTH.

Since I’m a huge fan of YouTube and their creators, I’ve also recognized that there are creators on their platform that are very problematic. *cough-LoganPaul-cough* 

The thing about being a YouTube creator is that nine out of the ten times you’re uploading, you’re going to have some influence on the audience that you target. For example: if you’re a gamer that focuses on Five Nights at Freddy’s gameplay, lore, and updates on its creator, you are most likely going to target a younger audience of kids who are into the game. If you’re a beauty guru that vlogs all these cool and hip events in Downtown L.A, you’re most likely are targeting young women (and men) who are into beauty and makeup and all that jazz. Of course, your audience isn’t defined in that one circle of viewers, but the way you’re going to get new viewers is targeting to the things they like. If the majority of your audience finds you being their go-to YouTuber to review makeup palettes, you’re catering to that specific audience.

I say this because I truly believe some creators go on YouTube without realizing they’re pretty much selling their souls to the internet. You could be the most authentic person in your videos, but your viewers could have a hard time connecting with you, which they will easily conclude you as “being fake”.

I say this with one YouTuber in mind: Simply Kenna. Personally, I don’t support her so if you want to go and watch her videos after reading this, you could find her yourself. “Simply Kenna”, or McKenna, is a YouTuber who first got noticed because of her “aesthetically pleasing” looking Instagram page. It seemed like at first, people really enjoyed her content, and her subscriber count began to grow. People were able to connect with her until she started to get really comfortable on YouTube and started to share things that offended viewers and targeted audiences. Again, there’s a whole lot of videos that can catch you up on every problematic thing she’s done and said, so I advise you just find one and watch it.

What I want to talk about is McKenna during the last couple of months. Because most of her income comes from being an online presence, she has to keep her followers entertained. Every season, this girl changes her look, and her aesthetic. In the last year, McKenna has been very vocal about her interests in anime, which then expanded into BTS, which then expanded into everything about the East Asian culture. She’s traveled to Japan twice thus far, and since her travels, her interests in the Japanese culture have become more than just interests. It’s gotten to a point where she purposely tries to make herself appear East Asian through various photo apps, which people have started to call her out on.

People began to categorize her “appreciation of Japanese culture” as her “fetishizing” it. She has tried countless times again to use her “aro/ace” sexuality to defend how she can’t possibly fetishize Japan and its culture because she can’t feel sexual desires towards anything.

Girl, come on now.

I bring this up simply because this girl has a large following. She is an influencer. She chose to have this type of life and the message she is putting out there is a very problematic one. There is nothing wrong liking other things from another culture; many Americans are now starting to enjoy listening to K-Pop music (because of BTS, obviously) as a genre of music. Many people like to watch anime and the Japanese culture. But once you start enjoying something that isn’t a part of your own culture, it is only right to do some research behind it. I started to listen to K-Pop music (mainly girl groups) because the music was catchy and these girls are crazy talented. Because I like listening to them and watching them on South Korean variety shows, I also had to learn that K-Pop groups are only widely successful because they hold their groups on extremely strict rules and have them on extremely tight schedules. It’s honestly something that these young girls signed their lives away to, and the conditions these groups have to sometimes work in are extremely harsh. But, that’s honestly just a part of their culture that we, as Westerners, don’t always see.

People who appreciate a culture know that what they like isn’t the overall image. No, Black Culture isn’t just Drake and Cardi B, it’s years of violence and oppression that Black Americans are still going through. Japanese culture isn’t just Tokyo and “Kawaii” things, it’s a history of depression and high rates of suicide due to mental health being widely unacceptable and demeaning. Also, appreciating a culture also means that you, as a person that is not of that specific culture, are not trying to become a member of that said culture. No cornrows, head wraps, or blackface to fit in that culture.

McKenna is trying to convince to her following that what she is doing to the Japanese culture isn’t harmful or demeaning in any way, and what she’s doing is “appreciating” it. That’s extremely dangerous in a world where there are people who get murdered, stereotyped, and degraded for looking a certain way and being who they are. Yet we have white people calling it “fashion” or “appreciation”.

Honestly, if you feel the need to become completely immersed in a culture where you have to sit down and edit a photo of yourself to look like another race is beyond fetishizing. It’s mockery. You are showing insecure and naive followers who haven’t yet discovered themselves looking at that pretty edited picture wanting to look and be like that. That’s the sad thing about this all: she is not just some random girl from the street who culture appropriates on her own time. She’s not just making herself look like a fool. She is putting thousands of other girls and guys in danger because they see their influencer being able to look a certain way without any acknowledgment on her part that what she’s doing is wrong.

At the end of the day, use your platform to inform and express things that we, as an audience, can do to make a change in what’s going on. Hey, instead of just broadcasting a whole new makeup line and tell your audience to go out and buy it, tell them some information about the product that will be useful for them. What skin complexions/textures does it work for? Is there a cheaper dupe out there if the product is too expensive to purchase for viewers on a budget? Your viewers want to still be able to connect with you even after you “made it big”. Yeah, you worked your ass off to get where you’re at, and flaunt your shit, but stay true to yourself and your authenticity.

Then, it wouldn’t be so hard to be yourself.

 

-Liz. (:

 

 

 

Blogust 2018: The Series, Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: News Culture Could Be Playing a Role with Your Anxiety. (8/4/18)

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Hey, guys, welcome back to TNTH.

I wanted to write this post because I believe this affects a lot of people in our generation; not just those who suffer from anxiety disorders. I’ve recently been watching a lot of people online and in my neighborhood discuss various things that have happened within the last month, and these things have been happening since the year started, to be honest. We could all pretty much admit that the first major thing in the year that had everyone’s eyes wide open was the mass shooting that killed 17 people in Parkland, Florida at Stoneman Douglas High School back in February. Since then, things have piled on top of each other since then. The latest event that has everyone in complete shock is the fact that a four-year-old girl got ran over by a car who didn’t even think twice to turning back to see what they had hit, while the mother of the child was simply tieing her shoe. Also, it’s been said that the person who ran over the kid has a family member who is in authority, and threatened the mother to call ICE on her if she pressed charges. Whether it is true or not, it’s still a goddamn scenario that could easily be played out.

One thing that hit close to home was of the incident that happened in The Bronx on June 15th. Fifteen-year-old Lesandro “Junior” Guzman-Feliz was brutally murdered in front of a bodega by a group of guys with a machete and left him on the sidewalk to die. This 15-year-old kid got himself up, ran down the back where the hospital was, and died inched away from the hospital. On top of that, the entire thing was recorded on cameras outside of the bodega with people passing by, looking at these guys drag this boy outside on the sidewalk. It’s disgusting, and extremely triggering to anyone. 

What sickens me the most about these type of news events is that there is always a video of the violence happening on camera. There are two videos of two different children getting killed all over the internet, and nobody is looking away. 

The news culture has become a place of the grotesque; it’s now a game of “who can report the most gruesome events of the day faster“. We see people getting shot and murdered in videos, we see people getting stabbed to death in videos, and I guess we reached a new low: watching children get killed.

As a person who constantly thinks of the “what-if” scenarios on a day-to-day basis, these type of things are extremely triggering to my well-being. Those kids in that high-school shooting didn’t know their Valentine’s Day was going to end up the way it did. Junior did not think he wasn’t going to see the next day when dropping off bus fare to a friend down the block from where he lives. That mother did not know she was going to lose her child when she put the laundry together and took her to do laundry with her. These people did not know their last days would be like the way they ended up being, and I know I am not any different. Events like this make people not want to send their children to public schools because they’re afraid that their child isn’t going to return home from school at 3pm and instead receive a phone call from the police asking to identify a child they found dead. In all honesty, people are more afraid to go out to fun events (especially after the Manchester shooting in England after Ariana Grande’s concert) because these fun events could come with a price of your life. I’m not saying things like this haven’t happened in the past, I honestly believe it’s the way news outlets report these type of things.

Let’s take the Boston Marathon bombers in 2013 for instance:

After reporting the Boston Marathon news for almost a week, most news outlets interrupted their regular programming to report live at a literal hide and seek game between the bombers and the SWAT team. They tracked the guys down and followed them, found them, surrounded them, and killed one of them in an entire day. It was literally like watching a scene from an action movie. To this day, I never understood why it was necessary to report minute by minute on a tragedy that affected hundreds and their families. Yeah, it’s news (and important news) at that, but showing such triggering an unsettling footage isn’t “letting the news be known”. It’s (to an extent) glorifying the event. It’s why so many recent mass shooters who stay alive after the incidents claim they are inspired by past mass shooters who had their name known for weeks on end and now for the rest of everyone’s lives.

Our news culture is extremely unhealthy for everyone, especially those who suffer from constant thoughts of these worst-case scenarios actually happening.

I’ve been terrified to go to certain places in my life because of the stories I hear and see on a day-to-day basis. I avoid certain areas in my own borough in NYC because of all the crazy and violent things that I hear happening there. While there are people who are able to watch these kinds of things and still live on with their lives, there are people who live in fear because of them, and it causes us to develop conditions that you wouldn’t even think of happening a couple of years ago.

I mean, I was told that I could be a possible agoraphobic. 

Now, I’m not saying that you should be oblivious to the outside world and not care what goes on; that just shows your ignorance and avoidance to some really serious issues going on in the world. Plus, it’s impossible to avoid the news in this day and age where the news is on every platform and screen you interact with. Sadly, it’s something you can’t just avoid and to all intensive purposes, you shouldn’t.

What I’m saying is that if you deal with constant thoughts of worst-case scenarios and you function the way you do because of these scenarios, take some time to breathe and recollect yourself. You don’t have to read pages and pages of breaking news. You don’t need to watch these videos of the violence on every social platform. You don’t need to know, hear, and see everything about a very triggering event, and that’s completely okay. Knowing every little detail and having knowledge about an event are two different things. Inform yourself, don’t harm yourself.

As to those who still get very affected by these events and don’t live with these “what-if” scenarios constantly on your mind, just turning away from the media once in awhile is good for your mental health. Take time for yourself during these moments of negativity. Also, know that you can’t live your life completely avoiding the world, and we as people can only hope that we are able to live on to see our dreams and futures potentially playing out in reality.

As for those like me, we’ll be alright.

-Liz. (: