Monday, March 5, 2012

On NEDA Week


This past week was Eating Disorder Awareness Week, and Active Minds (which I have definitely talked about before) as a national organization supported NEDA’s mission to raise awareness of the prevalence of, and health risks associated with, eating disorders.  This led to an interesting dialogue with one of my friends, whose first reaction (well, second, after he offered to buy me curly fries) was that he was tired of everyone saying that society is the problem.
(image credit: National Eating Disorders Association, 2009)

I mean, don’t get me wrong, society’s image of what people should look like is really screwed up.  The media does put up these generally-unattainable, Photoshop-happy photos and images of girls with waists the size of pill bottles and men with muscles larger than their heads.  And, fun fact, because these images are disseminated into society, these highly unrealistic expectations of normality ­become what people perceive as “normal.”  And, for the love of god, do not get me started on Barbie unless you want the same regurgitated list of fun facts about what a little girl’s first toy does to her sense of body image.

And yeah, the media’s presentation of body image has a lot to do with the development of eating disorders.  But it’s not like we deal with it exactly right either.  Because then the first response is always “you’re perfect just the way you are,” which is absolutely true for a lot of people.  But the United States IS facing an obesity epidemic, and that’s not healthy, either.  Obesity leads to diabetes, heart disease, cancer, and a whole other host of serious medical problems, and that’s not good.

The problem is that in both cases, the focus is on image and not health.  There are healthy and safe ways to lose weight, get in shape, build muscle mass, etc.  But the emphasis on the one hand is that those ways won’t have the same drastic change to your image that disordered eating or over-exercising will.  But on the other hand, emphasizing that everyone is perfect is again about an image.  All bodies are beautiful, I will absolutely agree – the human body is an amazing and beautiful thing, regardless of its size or shape.  But beauty and perfection aren’t the same thing.  But if you’re trying to change things about it, it should be because you want to be healthy, not because you want to look different.

A healthy mindset is all about loving your body because it’s YOUR body and it’s an absolute miracle regardless of how it looks…but loving your body means taking care of it, staying in shape, treating it right, and giving it what it needs.  I’m all for self-improvement, but only if it’s healthy.

Yours (with thighs that touch),
Rachel Leigh

Saturday, March 3, 2012

The world seems so much better when my mommy stocked the fridge with a bunch of yummy things in preparation for my return home.

In case this wasn't clear already, that means it's
So exciting, you don't even know.  I'm home for this break because
1) I am SO not in the proper shape to be in a bathing suit in actual public places right now.
2) Every ever-loving penny to my name needs to be saved for Copenhagen in the Fall.
3) I am already a broke college student as it is.

Spring Break seems like as good a time as any to reflect on my life this year, especially now that my unhealthy levels of rage at fellow bus passengers seems to have passed.  Or, you know, it also seems like an excellent time to gorge on things that are definitely not good for me (and thus do nothing to help that "being in shape" thing) and sleep like a narcoleptic.  That's definitely a possibility.

But in all seriousness, a lot of this break is going to be spent sorting out my life in such a way as to make my upcoming trip to Denmark actually feasible.  Also, in case THAT wasn't clear, I got accepted to the Danish Institute for Study Abroad in Copenhagen, Denmark for Fall of next year.  So, yay, one New Years resolution that I didn't fail horribly at.  Copenhagen is not ready for the group of lovely ladies from the University of Richmond headed its way in about 5 months.  Prepare for so many pictures and so many posts of me fangirling over my experience in Europe.  And yes, it will absolutely be fangirling.  Because I am a nerd and nerds are allowed to legitimately love things, a fact to which John Green will attest.

Hopefully while I'm home for the week, I'll be able to get together a couple coherent thoughts that aren't just rage and get a real, legitimate post up here for you, my darling readers, but until then, here's a pile of baby pandas.

Because pandas are cute,
Rachel Leigh

On Public Transportation and Why People Annoy Me

I am officially way too judgmental for public transportation, darling readers.  Or maybe only for long-distance public transport, because I can't ever remember getting this angry going back and forth on the train to Philly for my internship.  No, actually, I was DEFINITELY never this angry.

But I have to admit, I have not had a bus ride to or from Richmond where there has not been someone who gets on my nerves to the extent that I am legitimately concerned about the possibility of homicide.  Okay, maybe I could get away with "it was self-defense," seeing as these idiots pose a serious threat to my mental health.

What could you possibly have to talk about on the phone for four and a half straight hours?  No...just no.  Phone conversations in public places really should just be left to a minimum.  I cannot deal with you, and now my nerves are absolutely on edge.

These bus rides just make me irritated with people.  Then again, any time I'm dealing with people who are either incredibly stupid, incredibly rude, or both makes me irritated.

RAWR,
Rachel Leigh

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Why am I so bad about posting more frequently, darling readers?

This is why I should never make New Years Resolutions.  I never follow through.

On The C-Bomb

I guess because I was in The Vagina Monologues last week, and one of my friends' monologues really got to me, I've been thinking about something recently.  I'm not the first person to rant about it, but it still bothers me a lot.

The C-word.  The C-bomb.  The worst word you can say to a woman.  The word that people speculate was the real meaning of "witch" in  How I Met Your Mother.

Why is it that the "worst" word in the English language is a term for a vagina?  Serious question.  It casts being a woman in such a terrible light when the worst thing you can say to someone is a term for the body part that IS quintessentially feminine.  If this weren't evidence of a double-standard that treats being female as something bad, the worst thing you could call a guy would be a dick.  But it's not.  Rather, it's far more insulting to call a man a pussy or a douche, two words that once again demonize being female.

This hierarchy of offensive words points not only to rigid gender roles, but to roles that make being female one of the worst things you can be...and that's kind of sick.

Yours (with a uterus),
Rachel Leigh

Thursday, February 2, 2012

No, I don't have an internship.  Oh my god, I hate that question.  I'm happy for everyone I know who has an internship, especially one they find fulfilling.

But I'm sorry.  I work two jobs, participate in three clubs and help run two of them, am currently rehearsing/preparing for two different theatre-ish productions, am taking three full-credit classes, a Wellness class, and an independent study.  Do not make me feel guilty because I don't have an internship.

Aside from that, I try to devote a solid amount of time to my work on maintaining my blog, which matters to me a great deal.  I also can't drive, which makes transportation back and forth to an internship a tricky concept.  So don't make me feel bad when I don't have an internship.
Right as I'm starting to feel better, I get food poisoning.  Really?  FML.

#socollege

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

On The Sniffles (and the Coughs and the AchesandPains)


So I’ve been coughing up a lung all day and am now fully dosed-up on some heavy-duty cough syrup.  So, if nothing I say makes sense, please blame it on the codeine-induced lunacy.  Thank you, flu season.

Being sick in college sucks.  So hard.  I have to say, while I absolutely hate being sick (because, really, what kind of sick, masochistic lunatic LIKES being sick?), it has its upsides.  First of all, I love the fact that I can sleep all day, with no judgment.  I mean, yes, it’s more that I get to be so physically exhausted that even if I were being judged for sleeping at 4 in the afternoon, I wouldn’t have the energy to force myself to care, but still.  Though, I mean, I can rarely find the energy to force myself to care anyway.  Sorry I’m not sorry.

Another major upside is that, if I manage to gather the strength necessary to leave my room, I can do so without caring how I look.  Normally, it can take me an hour in the morning to go from looking like a sleep-deprived cross between an actual walking corpse and a permanent inpatient in the terminal disease ward.  From beginning to end, showering, drying hair, moisturizing, fixing hair, applying enough makeup to actually look like a living being, dressing, deciding I hate my whole closet, dressing again, grabbing a coffee to get my brain to catch up, and finally heading out the door takes about an hour and a half. 


When I’m sick, fuck all of that.  Who cares if I look ill without makeup?  I AM ill.  Get over it.  Also, for all you leggings-aren’t-pants haters, get over it.  I’m wearing a baggy t-shirt and leggings because it feels like not wearing clothes at all and I already feel like crap.  Suck it up.

Finally, and by far my favorite, are the no-worries eating habits that come with being sick.  The running logic in my family when someone was sick, they could eat whatever they could hold down.  This means, when I’m sick, I want nothing more than a grilled cheese sandwich and a massive bowl of soup and, regardless of how many calories that may contain and how much my thighs might hate me as a result, I can eat it without an ounce of guilt.  I feel icky, do not judge me for anything that makes me feel better.

Also, why am I the one person who DOESN’T get drowsy after taking a codeine-based cough syrup?  NOT TIRED WAHH. So glad I didn't have classes today, so at least I got some sleep then.

Snifflingly yours,
Rachel Leigh

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

On Being Tall

I have spent the last couple of weeks using the phrase "#tallgirlproblems" (no, I do not pronounce the hashtag) to describe my life.  As a 5'11" female, I was happy to find a Twitter account that sympathized with my Tall Girl Problems.

What is a Tall Girl Problem?  Like a #firstworldproblem or #collegeproblem, these problems are problems that exist only because I am in a comfortable enough position to complain about them.  Tall Girl Problems are problems that exist solely in virtue of absurd height.

#TallGirlProblems

Never being able to find pants that fit.
They do not make pants that are made to fit legs that make up 2/3 of your height.  Everything I own fits like a pair of floods.  Also, good luck wearing knee-high boots or knee socks.  They're great if, by "knee," you mean "awkwardly squeezing your mid-calf."

Not knowing how to walk in heels.
5'11" + 3" heels = ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING.  As such, I have never learned how to walk in heels, which is great for those rare occasions when you actually have to wear them.  When my ankle is in three pieces on the floor because I can't balance in a pair of heels, you will understand.

Constantly being asked to get things for shorter friends.
Can you reach that?  Can you just grab that?  I can't reach...help me out?

Constantly being asked to get things for strangers.
Can you get that down off the top shelf?

Being taller than your prom date...and your Dad.
I wish I were kidding.  Love you, Dad.

Nobody gets it.
You know what's great?  Complaining about your incredibly inconvenient height, and having everyone respond "But you're, like, MODEL-tall."  As if that makes it better.  It's actually kind of irritating.

Fellow tall girls, I love you. I delight in your presence. But if I accidentally elbow one more person because my arms are so freaking long, I might consider donating my lower-legs to the vertically-challenged.

#TallGirlProblems,
Rachel Leigh

On Life, Some Politics, and Things

Darling readers, I am so sorry I've already been so terrible about my New Years Resolutions.  Clearly, I haven't been blogging more frequently, seeing as I haven't posted in 17 days and clearly I'm a horrible person.  As for keeping my room clean -- 3 times in the last week (3!), I have gone looking for something in my room and found it in one of my shoes.  Keeping it classy, Rachel, keeping it classy.

Today was the SOPA protest, which I'm sure you all know is something that means a lot to me.  I kind of wish Google had taken a more active approach to its "blackout," but the number of internet sites that came out in solidarity with anti-PIPA/SOPA users is truly amazing.

This blog has been brought to you by a free and open internet, and I am incredibly proud that so many people have shown their support today.

In other news, all (or at least my) eyes turn back to Iowa to get into the issue of a possible voting miscount in the Iowa caucuses.  And when a victory is clinched by 8 votes, one minor miscount can drastically change the outcome.  But let's be serious, part of the reason I care is because I want to go back to the brief but beautiful moment when my caucus-results Facebook status was accurate.  Not because I like Rick Santorum (the man terrifies every fiber of my being), but because I just don't like being wrong.

Stubbornly yours,
Rachel Leigh

Sunday, January 1, 2012

On 2012

Happy New Year to the darlingest of readers!

As the Christmas food comas and the around-the-clock napping of Winter Break begin to wear off (because I'm headed back to campus in six days!), it seems like a wonderful time to welcome in 2012, the year we're all going to die and the first presidential election I am old enough to vote in.
On a side note, after 40 years, it may be time to retire Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve.  Not because it's anything short of excellent programming, but because I spend most of the final countdown cringing at the fact that Dick Clark can barely talk and his spray-tan is one of the most atrocious things to which I have ever born witness.

Anyway, I'm absolutely horrendous at making and keeping New Years Resolutions.  Some years I just forget to make them altogether.

This year, I've resolved to:
  1. Blog More.  Which I know I say every time I go on an accidental hiatus and then come back practically in tears and begging for your forgiveness, but you do mean a lot to me and you deserve my love and attention, don't you, darling readers?
  2. Lose Weight.  Buuuuuut...let's be serious.  My diet plan consists of an overwhelming inability to cut energy drinks, coffee, and croissants out of my diet, and my exercise regimen consists of walking to and from class like a chicken with its head cut off.  While I admire myself for setting this goal, I doubt my actual abilities to see it through.
  3. Clean My Room More.  This resolution may well kill me, but my room needs to stop looking like a blast zone.
  4. Study Abroad.  If I manage to pull this off, Fall 2012 will be filled with posts and photos of glorious adventures around Europe.
Anyway, if you see me and I appear to be ignoring these resolutions, please smack the coffee out of my hands, drag me to the gym, and yell at me to post more and check the status of my DIS application.

Optimistically yours,
Rachel Leigh

Friday, December 23, 2011

Darling readers, what do you think I've been up to in the last 9 days that I've been home?

If you guessed "redesigned the blog and then re-redesigned it for Christmas," you'd be right.  If you guessed "sleeping until noon, working on study abroad applications, cooking myself into insanity, and so much reading/Netflix viewing that my brain is leaking out my ears at this point," you would also be right.  Props to you.

I love Christmas.  Even though it usually means dodging balled-up wrapping paper that my brother has thrown at my head and consuming more calories than my waistline is willing to forgive me for.  Stand between me and the cookies, and you may lose a limb.

To all of my darling readers, though:

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Wonderful New Year!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

On Things You Shouldn't Do in Public

Darling readers, if you're friends with me on Facebook or, god forbid, follow me on Twitter (in which case, I'm sorry), you know that I have a really low tolerance for people who can't seem to understand simple rules about what is and is not acceptable in public places.

Today, I was on the bus, which is a place that I find myself a few times a year as I travel back and forth between my home outside of Philly and my home-away-from-home in Richmond.  I could rant for days about the stupid things people do on the bus, but I think I'll cut it down to a few things that I really think should never happen on public transportation.
  1. If there are children or old people on the bus, I don't want to hear you cursing somebody out or dropping the F-bomb every other word.  It's just not classy and, in addition, is offensive to old people and probably scarring to little kids.
  2. Headphones have a purpose.  Their purpose is to allow you to hear your music/movie/video game without making everyone else have to hear it too.  Use them.  Also, if you are using them and I can still hear your music, you're using them wrong.  And probably causing serious aural damage while you're at it.  Good job.
  3. There are things that I'm pretty sure you should just NEVER do in public.  Watching porn comes to mind.  Or, if you're the man behind me on the bus, consider that the bus is probably not the best place to conduct what only could have been a drug deal and a booty call.  Not smart, not classy.
I mean, I can't be the only person in the world who doesn't expect to be offended for an entire six hour bus ride.

Stay Classy, Public Transit,
Rachel Leigh

Saturday, December 10, 2011

On The Art

Darling readers,

As my last post may have indicated, it's Exam Week.  Or, rather, it is currently the study period between last week's exams and the remaining two days of exams.  And I may have exams during both of those days.  As it were, I am currently dealing with my concern over those exams by...ignoring them completely.  I did some practice problems for my exam, but realistically, my mechanism for coping with stress often involves pretending it doesn't exist.

Thus, I have come to master, slightly, the art of procrastination.  I call it an art because in order to keep your mind off of the things you should be doing, it often helps to have a long list of things that you are doing which can easily keep you distracted.  Currently, I've found the following methods helpful:
  1. Find an Addiction:  I've developed a tradition over the last three semesters -- go on Netflix, pick a show.  Begin watching.  As of about episode 4 of whatever series, you may find it hard to turn the computer off.  First semester -- Firefly.  Second semester -- That 70s Show.  This semester -- Burn Notice.
  2. Study Breaks:  Nothing quite puts forth the image that you've been working hard quite like a run to Starbucks or a game of Mario Kart with a few friends to blow off steam.  No one needs to know that the steam you need to blow off was built up by getting angry at stupid videos on the internet (especially videos about people being Strong).
  3. The Internet:  Obvious answer.  Cracked. CTL. FML. TFLN. Reddit. Twitter. YouTube.  Come on, this is amateur stuff.
  4. Be Productive:  Seems kind of counter-intuitive, but the thing that most easily distracts me from working is being productive...on something else.  Clean your room, do some laundry or dishes, write for your blog, read a textbook...for another class.  As long as you're being productive somehow, it's a lot easier to ignore your lack of productivity in one specific area.
Master the art, young grasshopper, and you too can stay sane during exams.

Procrastinating With the Best of Them,
Rachel Leigh

Thursday, December 8, 2011

I wish you a merry finals
I wish you a merry finals
I wish you a merry finals
And a full Netflix queue.

So, it's that time of semester again, and as you can tell, I have been incredibly productive.  I'd like to say that I haven't blogging because I've been studying, but let's be serious.  Burn Notice, the Wonder Years, Cupcake Wars, handmade Christmas cards, Horrible Bosses, laughing at Rick Perry, the first debate of the VA Senate race, The College Town Life, Facebook stalking the entirety of creation, library parties, and about a million other things have also been distracting me.

Did I mention that I made Homemade Christmas Cards?  Seriously, look at how freakishly adorable they are.




Don't worry, there was some paper-writing and study-guide making thrown in there too...and this weekend shall include lots of studying for my remaining two exams.

But I just wanted to update my darling readers, wish you a happy exam week (bahaha, I can't say that with a straight face), and spread a bit of holiday cheer.

Expect to find me on Sunday curled up in a ball, double-fisting my Triple-Shot Black & White Mocha in one hand and an energy drink in the other, convulsing, and crying about how I don't understand Economics.

It's the Most/Least Wonderful Time of the Year,
Rachel Leigh

Monday, November 28, 2011

On Things Bigger Than Myself

I am blessed, darling readers.  Now, I don't tend to use the word "blessed" a lot, but I am blessed.  I am blessed to live in a country where our elections are relatively free and fair and where I do not need to fear that I might be raped, killed, or abducted on the way to the polls.

I am blessed to live in a place where I do not have to fear for my life, where I have not ever known someone who has been forced into slavery or war.  I am blessed to live in a place where I can enjoy more comforts that the modern world has to offer than I will ever realistically need.

Today, however, I was reminded that there are a lot of people who aren't so lucky.  As a member of Model UN, I was excited that an organization that I am happily a part of hosted Falling Whistles, an NGO about the conflict in the Congo.  And while their presentation was not as clear and informed as I would have liked, the event jump-started a conversation within our organization, and one I hope might spread to the rest of our campus, about a conflict that is responsible for the deaths of over 5 million people.

I speak from a position of privilege.  The coltan used in the capacitors of my laptop and phone is likely conflict-mined, though not necessarily from the Congo (though conflict-mining and smuggling of coltan, tin, tungsten, and copper in the Congo has contributed heavily to the body count in the ongoing conflict).  I speak as someone who has never truly feared for her life or grown up in a conflict zone.  But I speak as someone who does have a legitimate interest in the situation in the Congo.

Today, also, marks a historic day in the DRC, as it was their third election. Ever. In their history.  As of this evening, violence has been reported at and around polling locations, and at least two deaths have been reported.  But the day is still historic.  And while I would like to say the world is watching, I fear that they probably aren't.  Most people I know are watching Monday Night Football instead.  But it truly is historic.  Free and fair elections are signs of progress, potential, and hope for peace.

While we've been arguing about just how much the top 1% should be taxed, whether we should be funding Defense Department projects from the Soviet era, or whether government health care is socialism, children have been drawn into war, women have been raped, and thousands have died.  And people wonder why I think sometimes we need a little more perspective.

Consciously yours,
Rachel Leigh

Also, if you're interested in finding out more:
Falling Whistles: http://www.fallingwhistles.com
Friends of the Congo (another major non-profit focusing on the Congo): http://www.friendsofthecongo.org/
Enough Project (an NGO focusing on Sudan and the Congo, with particular reports on conflict mining): http://www.enoughproject.org/

Monday, November 21, 2011

On Censoring the Internet and Why it is Fail

Darling readers, if you have an internet and regularly use it, this post matters to you. If you do not have an internet, nor use it often, how exactly are you reading this post?

I like YouTube. I use it for a lot of my news, to waste time, and because, honestly, I find a lot of the content more interesting than cable television. So I, like a lot of the YouTube community (both viewers and content creators) got a bit riled up about S.978 (or SOPA), which would change the bounds of Fair Use and could potentially get a lot of my favorite YouTubers in trouble for having copyrighted material in their videos, by criminalizing even the smallest use of a copyrighted work (if even 2 viewers within a 180-day period view it). MY YouTube uploads (of which there are three) would violate that standard. For once, I was sympathetic to Justin Bieber. ...Let's not let that happen again.

But recently, the internet community as a whole has gotten really worked up about another act before Congress, PROTECT-IP. These bills present a very serious threat to the internet as we know it. Both bills aim to reduce the prevalence of online piracy. Protect IP aims at disabling domain names, particularly those registered overseas or with overseas proxy servers, that contain pirated material. Let it be known, this is not simply for sites like SideReel that exist for the purposes of hosting pirated copyrighted material for public consumption. If a user on a forum or a commenter on a blog includes an upload or link to a pirated work, the site could be shut down, without question and with no option to appeal. A search engine which contains a link to one of these sites? Capable of being disabled. Not by the demand of the U.S. Government, but by the corporation that holds the copyright.

First of all, while I obviously don't know anyone who has ever pirated music, movies, television shows, or any other copyrighted material...

*insert deadpan face here*

...the fact that the sites can be punished and disabled for the actions of their users is reason enough to be concerned about this bill. But the fact that control of what is and is not censored is at the control of a company? Horrifies me. Particularly because a website can be disabled without question and without possibility of appeal. What's to stop a company from flagging a site simply because they don't like the content? Who's to stop them?

There are petitions opposing both acts of legislation. I urge you to sign them.
Oppose PROTECT-IP: http://act.demandprogress.org/sign/protectip_docs
Free Bieber (the original Anti-S.978 Petition): http://freebieber.org/

One final thought. Vlogbrother, Nerdfighter, author, and generally awesome person John Green made a comment about one of SOPA's real flaws. At the end of the embedded video (behind all the discussion of audiobooks and his adorable son), he comments that SOPA will do little to actually reduce online piracy because it's ALREADY illegal. Instead, it will punish people who have done little to nothing wrong, as opposed to wholesale, large-scale piracy.



Politically, Nerdfightastically, and (Still) Freely Yours,
Rachel Leigh

Friday, November 4, 2011

On Schadenfreude, Falling For Your Best Friend, and Terrible Television

This post is decidedly not intellectual in the slightest. Please do not try to decipher an intellectual or pseudo-intellectual message from within it. I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.

So, my darling readers, as I'm sure you've come to understand, I have an addiction to bad television. And good television. Okay, just television in general. And my roommate does not help with this matter.

Recently added to our repertoire are such delights as Blue Mountain State, which I have to confess is actually ridiculously funny; Ridiculousness, which really just makes me want to lock Rob Dyrdek in a cupboard somewhere until he agrees to stop trying to be Daniel Tosh; and, thankfully, new episodes of South Park which, while mildly offensive and occasionally depressing, give me faith in the world's ability to laugh at itself. But what I really want to talk about is a new show on MTV called "Friend Zone."

The concept is slightly adorable, I confess. A guest on the show comes on and admits that they have feelings for their best friend and would like to take it to the next level (move out of the metaphorical Friend Zone). The episode progresses with the friend helping them to plan a date for "someone special" and then right before the date is supposed to begin, the guest reveals their feelings to their friend, in hopes that the friend will agree to go on the date that was really intended for him/her.

This concept is cute...supposing the friend says yes or returns the feelings. But let's take a moment to look at this a different way -- what if they say no? I have two major complaints here. The first is that it seems incredibly sadistic to watch someone get their heartbroken on national television. This show would be entertaining if the endings were always happy, but to delight in watching some poor kid who put their heart on the line get turned down (and probably ruin a good friendship forever), is a kind of schadenfreude that leads me to worry about the human race. Not that a lot of things don't do that. See Rob Dyrdek's "Ridiculousness" for examples of other things that test my faith in humanity.

My other problem here is that anyone who legitimately cares about your feelings, I would think, wouldn't turn you down on national television. If someone is really your friend and they ask you on a date on a reality show, your thought process should probably be "I may not like him/her like that, but the only thing worse than getting turned down would be getting turned down in front of millions of viewers." And then you suck it up and go on the date...then break the news to them after. Because someone who would knowingly humiliate a good friend on television probably needs a lesson or two in what being a friend entails. Like, y'know, a bit of self-sacrifice and some compassion for the people you supposedly care about.

Just my input. Anyone with some quality/terrible TV suggestions, I would love to hear them!

Lovingly yours,
Rachel Leigh

Sunday, October 16, 2011

On Things That Taste Better Than Skinny Feels

My darling readers, things annoy me. (Wait, really?)

There's this phrase that floats around the thinspo students of the internet. Thinspo, in case you're unaware, is the process of people (usually girls) who are attempting to lose weight in either healthy or unhealthy ways (usually unhealthy) providing themselves with "thinspirational" images, quotes, and life advice to help keep them on track.

The quote is that











My problem with thinspo comes from not the idea itself, but from the ways in which it has been perverted to encourage girls to starve themselves to be some bizarre definition of perfect.

I've seen some pretty decent advice on how to keep yourself on track for a diet...and I've seen some disturbing things. Like "if you're hungry, eat naked in front of a mirror and see how much of an appetite you have then." A lot of the advice not only allows girls to hate themselves but encourages a sense of self-loathing as a motivator. Which is twisted.

There are times when I use thinspo on the internet...as a reminder to keep my body issues in check. I may not like my tummy and I may weigh a little more than I would like, but seeing images of girls who are verging on emaciated and reading advice that encourages me to despise the way I look and the person I am reminds me that I need to keep it in perspective.

And by the way, anyone who says nothing tastes as good as skinny feels has obviously never had bacon.

Deciding not to skip dessert,
Rachel Leigh
So I decided that I really hated the old color scheme for the blog. I'm still not particularly happy with the end result, but I had to revamp everything to get rid of that atrocious pink-and-green monstrosity.

I feel like the new design is slightly juvenile, but I'm currently going with it as a temporary solution to a lasting problem. I don't want anything to interfere with content, so I hope the redesign helps.

Love you all,
Rachel Leigh

P.S., I am SO hungry.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

On College

Vague title is vague. I couldn't think of a better one.

Hello my darlings. As you probably are already aware, last year was my freshman year of college. Over the summer, I worked at a College and Career Adviser's office as an intern. Between that and the number of my friends who were just graduating and now headed off to their freshman years, I got a lot of questions about what advice I would give to incoming freshmen.

What I found funny was the fact that most people seemed surprised by the fact that my first two pieces of advice were "Do your homework between classes" and "Don't wear a lanyard."

But those two pieces of advice (and a few very similar rules) are what allowed me to survive my freshman year, and actually really enjoy it. So, I guess this post is about the rules of being a freshman. (Blame TheCollegeTownLife.com for the fact that I've been thinking about this.)

  1. Do Your Homework Between Classes. Or on weekends. Or early in the afternoon. The point is, do it when you have time and are already on a roll. I very rarely get overwhelmed with my workload, and I can say I attribute that to getting my work done when I have time. Plus, if your work is already done by 5 o'clock in the afternoon, there's nothing stopping you from joining your friends downtown, going out for the night, or vegetating watching television later. You have the time if you're willing to make the time.
  2. Reward Yourself. College is hard. Sometimes you need a little motivation. Many long hauls in the library or unpleasant assignments have been made a little easier by promising myself that "If I finish this, I can get sushi for dinner" or "I've been working so hard, I deserve a shopping trip." Small rewards tend to make a huge difference in my motivation to get things done.
  3. Don't Wear A Lanyard. Or an absurd amount of school memorabilia. Don't walk around asking for directions. Basically, don't do things that make you stand out as a freshman. People tend to have a problem with freshmen. Honestly, most of us are jealous of how relatively easy your workload is and how much time you have ahead of you (also of the fact that pretty much any stupid decision can be explained away by letting people know you're a freshman). But people do tend to treat you differently as a freshman, and life is a lot easier when you don't do things that draw attention to the fact that you are one.
  4. Do What Makes You Happy and the Rest Will Follow. Friends? Extra-curriculars? Going Greek or choosing not to? Major decisions? These all seem like major stress factors, and they're all certainly decisions and milestones you will have to reach. But if you start out by trying everything that sounds interesting and doing what makes you happy, then finding friends who have similar interests, joining clubs, rushing or not rushing, and declaring will all come a little bit easier (and will be a lot less stressful).
  5. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK. This is college. You're kidding yourself if you think something doesn't need to be thrown off the boat. There is only so much time in the day for eating, sleeping, studying, hanging out, working, getting involved, volunteering, and anything else you need to do. Something's gotta give. I suggest sleep. Full-on insomnia is never a good thing, but save the mid-day naps for breaks, weekends, and after exams.
I guess that's my tentative advice for freshmen.

Sophomorically Yours,
Rachel Leigh

Monday, October 3, 2011

On Stigma and Mean Girls

My darling readers.












I am a member of UR’s chapter of Active Minds, a national organization that seeks to reduce the stigma against mental illness and promote more mentally healthy campuses around the country. (Actually, I’m the co-president of the chapter, but that’s really not important).
What is important is that today is October 3rd.

Now, for Mean Girls fans out there, the fact that it’s October 3rd is important because it’s the day that Aaron Samuels will ask what day it is. It’s October 3rd.

On the other hand, the reason October 3rd matters in the context of Active Minds revolves around the fact that today is the National Day Without Stigma.

50 million people suffer from a mental illness every year (1 in 4), and of those who suffer, only 25% will seek treatment or therapy of some form. This all comes back to the stigma against mental illness. People who suffer from a mental health problem or mental health disorder are seen as “crazy,” and because people think they’re crazy, it prevents them from wanting to seek help.

1 in 4 people means that you probably have friends, family, coworkers, teachers, and peers who are suffering without your knowledge. And the persisting stigma against mental illness will prevent 75% of these people, people you care about, from seeking help because they worry that people will judge them. People worry that seeking mental help will prevent them from getting jobs, getting into good schools, forming personal relationships, or being respected. And it all comes back to stigma. People shouldn’t have to worry what people will think of them for seeking treatment for their mental illness, or even for having one. They should worry about learning to manage it so they can live happy and successful lives.

Today, as a national organization, we come together to spread awareness and fight the stigma. But one day’s worth of advocacy isn’t the solution. Every day, we, as a society, need to work towards making people feel safer, advocating self-awareness and treatment, and being good friends to the people we care about, particularly if they have the courage to admit they’re suffering.

Lovingly yours,
Rachel Leigh

Friday, September 23, 2011

On Bad TV and Life in General

Okay, my darling readers, I am SO sorry. I have been a horrible horrible blogger. It is now September, which I believe means I've gone two months without a post.

My last 6 weeks or so have consisted of logic, economics, Ancient Greek philosophy, club meetings, bizarre trips to downtown Richmond, wonderful amounts of sushi, and bad television.

A lot of bad television.

My roommate and I go back and forth between watching MTV, Comedy Central, and the GOP debates. I don't know which I have a harder time taking seriously. I might be kind of obsessed with Awkward, and Fox's new series New Girl just deepens my unhealthy obsession with Zooey Deschanel.

I think, though, that the most entertaining aspect of our television-watching is definitely the running list of GOP/Tea Party debates. They are far too entertaining. I find Michele Bachmann to be one of the most entertaining examples of human insanity I have ever seen ever. Making the back-asswards statement that HPV vaccinations have been linked to "retardation" (which will never be politically correct, nor will it ever be factually accurate) is just so ludicrous that I cannot even begin to comprehend it. Ms. Bachmann, you entertain me.

Vegetatingly yours,
Rachel Leigh