This is unbelievably moronic. Thought you'd like to add to the other pile of moronic stuff out there. Also it would be informative if you watch the whole thing.
Washichu's Disruption
Washichu (Wah-she-chew) noun : That who takes the best meat.
A natural quality of being human is unfortunately destruction. Many dominant cultures describe progress as requiring destruction of old in order to bring forth newness. Even nature realizes this principle. One thing nature does not tolerate is persistent abuse. This reminds me of the quality that pain creates in humans.
Pain and suffering feeds the Washichu's belly. I think pain is an abstract concept that can be explained in so many ways, it isn't worth delving into now. I am just reminded how the land of prosperity is lined with the skulls of the trusting, benefactor, exploited, and memorials to trustees. Yes it is lined with the oppressed and the oppressor.
I come from a culture of scavengers who have convinced ourselves that we have earned our keep. I come from a culture that also has sowers who are considerate of every action. Both live in me. I speak for myself and own my label as a "mooch", but I am also a contributor, always weary of the pain that creates fear and insecurity leading to selfish and exploitative actions. I refuse to forget those who are destined to be dissolved, neglected, and cheated. For now its a measly blog post, but I hope and pray that I will have the opportunity to place a large mirror in front of Washichu around the country in the hopes seeing a reflection will inspire responsibility and health.
Confront the Washichu in you and I ask that you remind of the Washichu in me. Don't dismantle a culture, a people, a race, and a sustainable lifestyle because we as a country cannot teach interconnectedness, synchronicity, collaboration, compromise, and respect. Or help me understand how injustice is a reasonable consequence.
A Reminder of Social Cancer:
A natural quality of being human is unfortunately destruction. Many dominant cultures describe progress as requiring destruction of old in order to bring forth newness. Even nature realizes this principle. One thing nature does not tolerate is persistent abuse. This reminds me of the quality that pain creates in humans.
Pain and suffering feeds the Washichu's belly. I think pain is an abstract concept that can be explained in so many ways, it isn't worth delving into now. I am just reminded how the land of prosperity is lined with the skulls of the trusting, benefactor, exploited, and memorials to trustees. Yes it is lined with the oppressed and the oppressor.
I come from a culture of scavengers who have convinced ourselves that we have earned our keep. I come from a culture that also has sowers who are considerate of every action. Both live in me. I speak for myself and own my label as a "mooch", but I am also a contributor, always weary of the pain that creates fear and insecurity leading to selfish and exploitative actions. I refuse to forget those who are destined to be dissolved, neglected, and cheated. For now its a measly blog post, but I hope and pray that I will have the opportunity to place a large mirror in front of Washichu around the country in the hopes seeing a reflection will inspire responsibility and health.
Confront the Washichu in you and I ask that you remind of the Washichu in me. Don't dismantle a culture, a people, a race, and a sustainable lifestyle because we as a country cannot teach interconnectedness, synchronicity, collaboration, compromise, and respect. Or help me understand how injustice is a reasonable consequence.
A Reminder of Social Cancer:
Sexual Dysfunction
I think cultural influences are significant, not only from parents,
religion, or pop culture but also from peers. I come from a patriarchal
culture where in some unhealthy cases men look to control and women have
been marginalized. My New Mexican culture, a derivative of the more
general Latino culture, in reflection has a strong power component. I
think for me there is a unhealthy expression of control that has come
from shared cultural attitudes. This is not to generalize about New
Mexican men but to shed light on a tragic reality for me. I think
cultural maturity is a strong influence on what is modeled.
A course I am taking allowed me to encounter sexual dysfunction. I learned that the clinical understanding of dysfunction is liberal. The clinical understanding gets real objective as the disruptions to normalcy get psychologically or physically measurable. This made me think about the more abstract characteristic like attitude.
I think attitudes towards sex can also be considered dysfunctional, but attitudes are intangible and difficult to treat. I had a distorted cultural understanding of sex, in which women were objectified and treated as accomplishments. I think learning about how to be a good friend is an appropriate segue to learning to be a healthy intimate partner, and hopefully by this time a good foundation has been establish allowing for the same principles to be applied towards the advanced relationship experiences like commitment and sex. I learned mostly how to be sexual from guarded conversation with close friends, making adjustments motivated by insecurity and expectation, never really knowing if what I was experiencing was normal. I think as the more fundamental characteristics of myself have matured so have my more advanced understandings of the opposite sex, the value of sexual intimacy and sanctity of intentional procreation. I like to reiterate that we are a species of economics and what we invest in emotionally, psychologically, resourcefully, and behaviorally is highly influenced by what seems normal.
Again with disappointment, I realize the only way to treat an attitude might be to start with altering my own.
A course I am taking allowed me to encounter sexual dysfunction. I learned that the clinical understanding of dysfunction is liberal. The clinical understanding gets real objective as the disruptions to normalcy get psychologically or physically measurable. This made me think about the more abstract characteristic like attitude.
I think attitudes towards sex can also be considered dysfunctional, but attitudes are intangible and difficult to treat. I had a distorted cultural understanding of sex, in which women were objectified and treated as accomplishments. I think learning about how to be a good friend is an appropriate segue to learning to be a healthy intimate partner, and hopefully by this time a good foundation has been establish allowing for the same principles to be applied towards the advanced relationship experiences like commitment and sex. I learned mostly how to be sexual from guarded conversation with close friends, making adjustments motivated by insecurity and expectation, never really knowing if what I was experiencing was normal. I think as the more fundamental characteristics of myself have matured so have my more advanced understandings of the opposite sex, the value of sexual intimacy and sanctity of intentional procreation. I like to reiterate that we are a species of economics and what we invest in emotionally, psychologically, resourcefully, and behaviorally is highly influenced by what seems normal.
Again with disappointment, I realize the only way to treat an attitude might be to start with altering my own.
Healing....it is a Risk
I am finding, the more I learn about illness, the body, and science, that what I do is "risk". I take chances. We spend our youth, learning what it means to risk. I have used the feedback from my environments to justify my next risk. As an adolescent I recognized how profitable risk were. I lose site of qualities like consequence, responsibility, ramifications, and failure. As I have aged I have been deflated, marginalized, broken, and lost. This feedback has adjusted my sense of confidence and calibrated my respect for risk.
I am approaching the paradox between innovation and tradition. Being traditional lends itself to conservatism. When I attach to my traditions, I become a conservative. When I reject the tradition I risk the way of the innovator. I find that there is always need for innovation and I see there is always value for custom. I am finding that neither is any fun without the stress from the other. This has inspired the scientist in me. I am ready and eager to experiment. I am wanting to take some risk.
Learn
"Stay close to nature and its eternal laws will protect you."
- Max Gerson
I recently had the opportunity to visit a private school here in Albuquerque. The campus was dazzling, snuggled right up to the bosque, merging not only two cultures, but many philosophies. Freedom from public school dogma is expensive. Freedom to teach what you want is a luxury. This school is living both. The school is a contribution of the Ford family, not sure if it is the Fords affiliated with Ford motors but regardless a family with enough money to build a private school, and it system a gift of creative minds. Who is it serving?
Yeah there is a part of me that says this is unfair. How dare some outsider come to my bosque and buy and build a place of elite learning, that will likely serve the richest few while 3 miles down river, those kids, get the standard. That pit bull in me, a persona I carry, which is not told to stay quiet, but is validated, appreciated, and soothed. The strong gentle black woman in me, suggest I consider the little minds being cultivated. Then the wise wrinkled viejito, slowy and mindfully claps for both, his old calloused hands make a muffled deep clap, contributing to my thoughts, mijo the bosque is not yours, it is lent to you by eternity. Then lastly the fragile abuela spirit, softly adds, mi amor, be joyful someone is benefiting, be happy for those who are there, be thankful for those who are creating it, Que Dios los bendiga.
And now my response is confused and sad. Where have our...New Mexican... teachers, creators, and advocates gone? Where is our Garcia Fund? Where has the passion for learning disappeared to and why do our communities smoulder? Be the change.....be the change...let the anger fuel the creative engine, let the jealousy feed the stomach of motivation. and let the exhaust be a mist of love.
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