Also, I am participating in the insmallpackages holiday exchange, and it sounds like so much fun, so y'all should join in! :)
This same friend has a habit of challenging me to defend my beliefs. He won’t allow me to believe something “just for the heck of it" or because I was raised that way or whatever reason I have—he challenges me to have a reason for my beliefs and that’s one of the things I love about him.
Honestly, I don’t think I can focus on his good songs, and this article states eight reasons why I can’t:
- Eminem’s lyrics help desensitize boys and men to the pain and suffering of girls and women.
- Girls are encouraged to be attracted to boys and men who don’t respect women.
- His popularity with girls sends a dangerous message to boys and men.
- The racial storyline around Eminem perpetuates the racist myth that “hip" white guys are those who most closely emulate the sexist beliefs and hypermasculine posturing of some Black males.
- Eminem’s personal trajectory – either the so-called “true" story, or the explicitly fictionalized version in 8 Mile – perpetuates damaging mythology about abusive men.
- Eminem’s success has unleashed a torrent of mother-blaming.
- Eminem has elevated to an art form the practice of verbally bullying and degrading people (especially women and gays) and then claiming “I was just kidding around."
- Eminem’s rebel image obscures the fact that sexism and men’s violence against women perpetuates established male power – it is not rebellious.
And no, I am not saying that anybody who listens to Eminem or other artists that promote violence are automatically going to go kill/rape people. I am not saying that at all. But seriously, what is allowed to enter the mind will effect future behavior in some way or another. Just because a fan of violent music doesn't shoot up a high school doesn't mean it’s not negatively affecting the way he/she acts in other scenarios. Bullying and cyberbullying are huge problems in our culture today. Why is this?
I just don’t get it.
EDIT: Sorry for the weird spacing, I have been trying to fix it, but Livejournal hates me.
New fandom, I'm already here. :)
I have to admit, the last four weeks have been an emotional roller coaster.
The night that I got kicked out, I figured that it was temporary, because this isn't the first time something like this had happened. I figured that Mom, Dad and I just needed a few days to chill out and that we would talk and everything would be okay.
My brother Krys tried to come and tell me that this time would be different, but I didn't believe him, or it didn't register or something. It wasn't until the next day halfway through my shift at work that it finally hit me.
The next three days were spent in tears.
But slowly, I got back on my feet. I continued going to school and trying to focus on my homework. I did get a couple of Cs on some tests, because there was the thought in the back of my mind that with everything that was going on, school just didn't make the list of priorities at the moment.
Then school got really tough one week. I came down with a terrible cold and I had finals at school. It was completely overwhelming. Not only was I sick, but I had to deal with finals, plus I was at somebody else's house and all I wanted to do was go home.
I was miserable.
But once again, I got better. I stopped hacking up a couple of lungs and I got back on my feet and pushed forward.
Fast forward to today. I guess I had just let my guard down because I had managed to make it through my birthday without anything going wrong--it was a miracle!--and so I guess I just figured that I was out of the boiling pot.
I went over to my parents for supper and it was good, it really was. It was turkey soup with rice and vegetables. No, supper wasn't the problem. The fight afterward didn't make for a great dessert though. So, to make a very long story short, I managed to get kicked out of my house twice in four weeks. That's got to be some kind of a record.
I have been pushed to the ground once again. And I know that I'm going to get up again because there is nothing else to do. But I am beginning to wonder; how long will it be before I don't have the strength to stand up again?
This band has influenced by life so much in the last five years. I am so glad that they didn't break up after their album "Vagabonds" and that they stayed together and brought us "Phoenix."
Man, I love this band.