Showing posts with label Yibbsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yibbsy. Show all posts

Monday, January 23, 2012

What May or May Not Be A Surprise

Surprise! Hannah is a feminist! If you didn't already know, now you do. And before I go on to the meat and potatoes of this post, let me just say something really quick so no one has weird ideas about what I mean when I call myself a feminist.
1) I do not hate men.
2) My shaving habits have nothing to do with my views on feminism, they have to do with the fact that I forget and I'm lazy. To lazy/can't remember to run a razor over my armpits more then twice a month? Yes.
3) I wish you would forget whatever stigmas you have about the word "feminism" for just a sec, and read this post without all that junk in your brain.
4) I do not represent all feminists, and no one person who claims the feminist label represents me.
5) I live by this basic definition of feminism: Feminism is a movement to end sexism and oppression.


So that's quick and dirty of that, now lets move on to what this post is really about.
It's about this picture that I have seen around the vast interwebs on blogs, FB pages and Zines.
This picture:



Basically, I have a beef with this message.
I think that the intention is pure, but misguided. I believe people are posting this in an effort to bring to light the outbreak of body-image and self-esteem issues that are consuming women and girls today. This is a noble intention, one that I wish more people were involved in. Anorexia, eating disorders, and self-mutilation are problems that almost every girl in America grapples with daily. But the above image doesn't really coincide with the 'love your body as it is' notion. 


Bettie, Shirley, Elizabeth, and Marilyn are from a different time, but they are practicing the same method of torture that Heidi, Nicole, Keira, and Kristen are. They still sit, stand or lounge around looking sensual and demand that there is an 'ideal' woman, and that they are them. Everything about them says that if we do not look like them, or aspire to be like them, we are not the best women. The most desirable, delicate, mysterious, virtuous, whatever! It doesn't matter if it's 1960 or 2010, if we allow the media to take one body type and present it as the Ideal Female, we all suffer. We all suffer, because we spend our time trying to squeeze something into a shape it was never meant to be instead of trying to solve global warming, or provide education to girls who have escaped trafficking, or tackle any giant world issue.




And another thing! I find it kind of upsetting that both my roommate and my little sister are basically being attacked by this image. By kind of upsetting, I mean rock-me-to-my-core upsetting. I’ll start with my sister, who is very skinny. She's just built that way; tall, ivory skin, and not an ounce of meat on her. She is that ‘ideal’ presented in a lot of mainstream media. Do I think people should aspire to look like her? Hell no. But whoever captioned the above picture would seem to believe that my sister is not 'hot'. It would seem that they think she should not look the way she does, but instead like Bettie Page. Um, no. Fuck no! No, my sister doesn't need big boobs or wider hips. BECAUSE SHE WASN'T BORN THAT WAY. She is naturally very slender, and I will always think that she is beautiful. Speaking of beautiful people: Clara. She is this beautiful young woman with an extraordinary mind. She's just fantastic all around. But I don't see her body type celebrated in any fashion magazines today, or any other time period for that matter. Sure, she has large breasts and a small waist, but she doesn't look anything like Marilyn Munroe or Elizabeth Taylor. I don’t want her to; she’s perfect just as she is.

It all comes back to that idea of an "Ideal Woman" or an "Ideal Figure". It's something that the media does to control and manipulate people, and I could go on for hours about who's really controlling who and all of that, but I won't.


The fact of the matter is, more people need to look at that picture and say: I will never look like ANY OF THESE WOMEN. I will always look like me. I love looking like me.


Yibbsy out.


P.S. Also, I have two other siblings, another sister and a brother, and I hope they know that I think they also just beautiful, wonderful, talented, intelligent people. I love them!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

How I Finally Came To Accept My Hipsterdom

Hello people that apparently still read this charming little blog of ours.

Poncho here.

I had a moment of awakening this week, one that's been coming for a while. There was an afternoon when I had some free time and I may have spent it in a coffee shop. Nothing funny about that, or there wasn't until I pulled out my reading material for the next hour or so....

The fact that I was drinking a basically black americano was bad enough, but really, did I have to bust out the Kafka? The little black paperback copy of The Sons with the rather minimalist and ever so abstract cover art?  It was like I could see myself through everyone else's eyes and what I was seeing was something akin to a giant red flag with the words Closet Hipster jumping garishly off the fabric. And the worst part was that I still can't think of a better way to have spent that hour. The Sons is rad by the way, I highly recommend it to you all.

At this point I took inventory of the rest of my life in that moment.
Wearing a big sweater? Check.
Drinking coffee?  Already established.
Reading sad foreign literature? Again, predetermined.
Listening to obscure-ish indie music? Double check.

It was hard to argue with these cold, hard pieces of evidence. Especially since this is what my iPod looked like at the time:

Laura Marling-I Am A Master Hunter; I Speak Because I Can
St. Vincent-Marry Me; Cheerleader
Tune-Yards-Gangsta
The Shins-Simple Song
Johnny Flynn & the Sussex Wit- Hello Hello
The Vaccines-Norgaard
Deerhunter-Helicopter
Discovery-So Insane
Emile Millar-Honey I'll Try
Of Montreal-The Party's Crushing Us
The Smiths-Girlfriend in a Coma
etc...

Welcome to my virtual coming out party. I'm a mild hipster. Style glasses, knitwear and all. Thank god this blogsite spellchecks...the word mild almost came out milf. A milf hipster sounds like a deadly combination.

Friday, December 30, 2011

You be the Mommy, and I'll be the Daddy.

TOGETHER AGAIN!! The band is back together! Yibbsy is BACK! Reunited. We are a unit!

Ok, so Poncho is back from Arizona, and I am back from K-town. And it's great. We shared our Christmas presents (but Clara wasn't allowed to touch mine) and we danced in the kitchen whilst making dinner. Dinner was an improvised enchilada dish, in case you were wondering. It was delish.

SO MUCH DANCING. To the tune: Discovery- So Insane... perhaps we will post a video of dancing in the kitchen... but only at your adamant request.

So. To address the title. While we were cooking, well, actually I think we were setting the table. Clara says, "lets put the two guests where we generally sit"

"Mmk. Oh, good, we can take the ends of the table, like the matriarch and patriarch! Mahahaha!"

"hhahahahhaaaa!!"

but then it got real.
Because then we started really analyzing it. Our gender roles...that is.
I'm the Mommy, and Clara is the Daddy. Here's why:
Hannah- Well, should we look at a recipe first, for refrence?
Clara- Naw, we'll just throw some food in a pan, bake it, and make 'um eat it.
Hannah- Ok hunny, if you think that's best.
Clara- Lets just throw on some more hot sauce!
Hannah- Is everyone going to like it?
Clara- Oh... Hm. Well, maybe just a little then.

Ok, so, right now it makes like no sense, but trust me, it works.

* * * * * * * *

Hannah then proceeded to have her token cheerleader moment. You all know what I'm talking about....that moment when you inadvertently say something incredibly bitchy in the midst of a longer rant. In this case their was a certain Bainbridge babe involved. It's not Hannah's fault that she's incredibly good looking and thoughtful. And has a better hair cut....Hannah.......

And then I introduced Hannah to a Laura Marling song that literally emotionally derailed us and then basically annihilated any sense of pride we had for any of our creative endeavors.

But currently we are sitting in the dungeon enjoying some rather scandalous mints and rummaging through Hannah's brand new....let's just call it literature, with...ornaments. Intrigue.

I LOOOOOOOVE HANNAH! and we are very ready to get back to some marvelous people.

Sincerely, 
Llama and Poncho

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas With Cacti

Hello all! I do hope this blog finds you enjoying your Christmas eve with awesome people and awesome (most likely artery clogging) foods of various types. And if Christmas is not your winter celebration of choice then I hope your other festivities are going well.

I am spending Christmas in southern Arizona, known to me as the moon, and to others as land of drug running and retirement communities. I would like to say now that all of these titles are accurate in their own ways. Basically it's a whole lotta nothin. Except old people. They all smell like lotion and prescriptions. Bt they're still pretty cool folks. Just not quite as upbeat as all of you, our fabulous young readership.

There is one good thing about this predicament I'm in however: the view. I've tried to capture it for you below but wouldn't you know it, iPads don't have telephoto capabilities. Still, it'll give you the general idea.
Never mind...apparently iPads also don't let you upload photos from themselves onto blogger. Someday I will get it up here.

I would like to take a moment to mention a few lovely people whom we neglected to mention in our shout-out post, chief among them are Spencer Towler, North Foulon, etc. We're terribly silly and can't believe we left you out. You guys are magical and we greatly appreciate your presence in our lives.

Oh one other positive thing about Arizona...so much songwriting time. It's extremely therapeutic. Except that I caved and wrote a song about love. I must now find the nearest rattlesnake hovel and stick my head into it until my usual practical non-love inclined sensibilities come back to me. Until then I can only leave you with intrigue a to the nature of this ditty.

Alas! I've mastered the iPad! So here is a photo of the surroundings I find myself in and I hope that you are equally appreciative of your own wherever they may be. Happy solstice and

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Happy Chrismachanakwanza-time!!

Hello dear friends. Terribly sorry about the lack of bloggage of late. Dear Hannah and I have been slowly picking our ways out from beneath the giant pile of shit that is senior year. Here's what we look like right now:

Almost a month ago now we saw Noah & the Whale in Seattle. I expected it to be really mellow and nice, but it was loud and AWESOME! And it looked sorta like this:

And that was great. I'm having trouble formulating so here is a nice list for you.
  1. Hannah applied to Pacific and PSU!
  2. I applied to all 5 of my schools and submitted a pre-screen to the USC songwriting program
  3. I learned to use a nifty knitter
  4. I am now making hats for everyone I know
  5. Hannah and I both read When Heaven and Earth Changed Places
  6. Based on number five it is needless to say that we've spent the subsequent weeks very depressed
  7. There was a lot of working social time
  8. I learned to love members of the junior and sophomore classes
  9. There have been a lot of performances that we've either attended or been in
  10. Brownies have been consumed....along with carbs of all kinds...we don't discriminate
  11. Hannah and I both wrote songs, and performed them
  12. Someone made me the best mix cd I've ever gotten
The two of us are jolly as can be. Except not. We're actually just sleep deprived and are therefore tricked into false phases of euphoria to cope. Oh, our school was in the newspaper. It's pretty fabulous.
Okie doke, it's time for some shout-outs:

Ellie Fox--you're phenomenal and stunning and we love you. He fake cries but cries on bike rides.
Rosie Koppelman--you are a new friend to me and I love you. You're rad. And a great pirate.
Demi Glidden--oh my Swede. Ne'er have I loved a leggy blonde like you. 
Piper Foulon--I wrote you a song. And right now I envision Lord Lollipop as the accompanying minstrel.
Laurel Garrett--you're dating someone. good for you. But actually I love you. Sorry we're so goddamn bitter.
Barbara Sanchez--you light up my life. I adore dancing and singing with you. EVERYWHERE.
Nick Vargish--I want to congratulate you again on closing. Also you're a great volvo owning man.
Jordan Hightower--thanks for helping Hannah with her senior project. We adore you.
And to Clay Snell, Levi Gostelli, Adam Caswell, Livey Beha, Cody Kissner, Skyler Osler, Ian Jury, David Pierce, Mitchell Babbington, Alex Williams, and Shoshona Glickman for restoring our faith in underclassmen.
And to all the marvelous staff at our majestic arts school who put up with us every single day.

To close I would like to say that I hope your Christmas is cold, and wintery like this:

As opposed to deserty and not cold like mine will be.
damn you Arizona.

Well, happy holidays of all varieties, religions, etc. Enjoy the imminent winter solstice and take some time to snuggle down with your buds until the next post.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Llama's List of Listens

Poncho is my inspiration. I have been in a weird mood lately, and have been listening to a lot of music that I liked when I was 12-15. I go through a lot of different fazes. This playlist is a nice little sample of my mood over the past two or three weeks. It's some old stuff, and some new stuff.

1.All These Things That I've Done- The Killers
2. Immigrant Song- Led Zeppelin
3.Touch Me- The Doors
4.Back In Black- AC/DC
5.Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'- Journey
6.Cry Baby- Janis Joplin
7. Happiness is A Warm Gun- Across the Universe Version
8.You Don't Know What Love Is [You Just Do As Your Told] - the White Stripes
9.Jolene- Laura Marling and Mumford and Sons
10.Gone Gone Gone- Robert Plant and Allison Krauss
11. Bad Sun (Moon Version)- The Bravery
12.Break On Through (To the Other Side)- The Doors
13.300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues
14.I Can't Stay- The Killers
15.I Found A Boy- ADELE

Ok. So... my playlist is REALLY bizarre compared to Clara's... But these playlists complement each other in a really odd way. It's the Magic of Yibbsy!

-Llama.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Poncho's Playlist

Hello my faithful readership. First off, I love you. Thanks for coming back yet again.
Tonight I am sitting with my lovely friend Fox (alright, alright she's actually my spirit fiancee) and we have been basking in some musical magic. So I've compiled the following playlist for you all.

1. The Water-Johnny Flynn Feat. Laura Marling
2. If Ya Wanna-The Vaccines
3. Can You Tell-Ra Ra Riot
4. Hold My Hand As I'm Lowered-Noah & the Whale
5. Mimizan-Beirut
6. She Said She Said-The Beatles
7. Cecilia-Simon & Garfunkel
8. Ohio-Neil Young
9. Coast of Carolina-Telekinesis
10. White Blank Page-Mumford and Sons
11. All My Rage-Laura Marling
12. Helplessness Blues-Fleet Foxes
13. Harsh Realm-Widowspeak
14. Next Girl-The Black Keys
15. I And Love And You-The Avett Brothers

And that's all I can muster tonight. But hopefully you love this handful of my favorite tunes....more to come!
Sincerely,
Poncho (Clara)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Briefest of Updates

This is gonna be a quick one because I am currently up to my perfectly formed eyeballs in essay writing.

So much has taken place in the past week.

  • Hannah and I went to Seattle with some dear friends of ours and enjoyed good coffee, good music and an all around good time. That was a big Yay!
  • I finished, and turned in, my senior project application. Even bigger YAY!
  • I performed my first song of the year. That one is on par with the previous YAY!
  • People graciously complimented me on said song and I was asked repeatedly to perform it again. In this matter I am utterly flattered and also a bit nervous that if you continue to love my creative work I might awaken one morning to find a compliment from myself. It might read: Clara--you got it goin on. Keep writing sweet melodies. --Clara. This would be supremely unhealthy. Hubris is not good for a poncho, they  start getting all huge and hairy. Have you ever seen a hairy poncho? Keep it that way.
  • Oh, and I was in attendance at a magnificent sweater party. YIPPEEE!
  • Plus, there was a SOTA showcase downtown yesterday. The audience for which was not entirely comprised of SOTA affiliates. Triple YIP!

And on that note:

  1. Roswell--you-re always wonderful
  2. Gina--your voice gets stronger everyday
  3. Riley--I had no idea
  4. and Bucky Virginia--you guys have some serious chops. Nicely done!


Dear god I need to join a band.
Alright, it is time for me to exit the world of cyber word vomit and reenter the realm of my Vietnam War paper. Alas...
Sincerely, Yibbsy

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Welcome to Boys Over Flowers

Hannah introduced me to Korean drama the first day she was here, but it has taken nearly a month for me to actually watch it. The show: Boys Over Flowers. It's latest victim: Me.



I am ashamed to admit that I spent most of the past 24 hours locked away in the boudoir and clicking the "next episode" button on the hour. Though F4 seems to experience more drama in a day than I have in a lifetime, my pull to the soap is it's comedy. Which I think is unintentional...

There's the three Korean pop songs that are played over and over again throughout each episode--comparable to shmaltzy elevator muzak but in Korean...with the occasional "you smile" in English. Oh and then there's the lovely sound effects, like the thumping of a heart whenever Goo JoonPyo or JiHoo see Geom JanDi, or the BOING when someone's eyes open. But the real kicker is the upscale Korean menswear. Never in my life have I seen such frilly outerwear! Not an episode goes by without some new, atrocious, fur covered, floor length, exceedingly feminine piece of fashion.

But still I keep watching. I can't decide if JanDi belongs with JoonPyo or JiHoo, or if Song WooBin's random sojourns into American "gangsta" English are hilarious or mortifying. And one more thing...If So YiJung and GaEul don't realize they're madly in like with each other soon, I may have a conniption.

That damn Hannah Hibbs got me hooked. This is serious. I'm going to need rehabilitation.

Sincerely,
Yibbsy