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Friday, May 25, 2012

End of Chapter one.

It all began four years ago to the day... 

when I graduated from here


And Moved here. 









I lived with these girls for a while... 



Before meeting this one.





And we were crazy. 




 Then I met this guy. and happened to take this picture on our first date. 


And we happened to take this picture the date we officially become boyfriend and girlfriend.


 and then we were engaged here, at this bridge. 





 and we got married. 



Our first apartment together was here


 we had our first christmas here with a pathetic little tree


rescued this poor dog here 


 Saw John Mayer here


had an awesome halloween here 



2nd Christmas here... with the same pathetic tree.


Jeff worked here 


we also lived here





We ran a 5k here


Graduated here



moved to west jordan and made awesome new friends here



had a bump here

had our 3rd Christmas here... with a real, giant tree... and a real, giant belly.  






had a giant belly here and here.






 had a miracle here.





and now... we're moving here.







4 years in Utah.
3 years of school. 
3 years of marriage. 
4 different homes.
1 dog. 
1 baby. 
countless friends, countless memories.

If our life was a book, this would be the end of the first chapter. Thanks to everyone who helped us write it! We love you, and we'll miss you. 

Monday, April 9, 2012

What it means to be a feminist

Growing up in liberal, hippie Portland you find your fair share of hippies. And liberals. And feminists. When I thought of feminists, I had this image of a woman in a tie-die dress burning her bras down by the waterfront park in Portland. (probably because that kind of thing still happens in Portland)

But coming to BYU, I had a bit of culture shock. No one was a hippie liberal feminist. In fact, no one even voted for obama! (gasp)

So I kind of sunk into the crowd and closeted some of my ideas. I wasn't sure really even what my political or social beliefs were, so I took the classes and waited to find out what I believed in.

When I had signed up for Psychology of Gender and Women's Studies, I kind of rolled my eyes. After all, women are equal to men and there's just no reason for all of these crazy feminists to shove their bra-burning agendas down my throat, right?

Let me throw some stats your way:
 (all of these stats were taken from my psychology of Gender textbook):
- Women are still paid less than men for doing the exact same job. (on average, they're paid 79 cents on the dollar that men are paid) Even in women-domineered careers like nursing, men are still paid more. And the census shows that this hasn't gotten better since past years! (see image right)
- 26% of all women will be raped at some point in their life. and 56% of women are sexually assaulted in some way.
- In classrooms, boys receive more encouragement for speaking up and voicing their opinions than girls do.

The list goes on and on... and on.

Then I thought to myself, "well, yeah, but I mean, things are better compared to everywhere else." And you would think our own country would be better, right? Being such a great industrialized nation? wrong. The US falls way behind the rest of the world in several areas.
- The US provides the least amount of maternity time. (European countries give 6 months paid off, canada gives a year paid off!)
- The US has very few women in parliament in comparison to other countries in the UN. (see image to left)

So I came to a conclusion - there is still so much more that needs to be done before women are equal. And since Feminists seek for equality, I guess that made me a feminist.





But there's such a negative stigma associated with the word "feminist". I even asked Jeff one day:
A: "You'd consider yourself a feminist, right?"
J: "No."
A: "But you agree with me on pretty much everything! And you agree that there's a lot that needs to be done before women and men are equal, right?"
J: "Well... yeah."
A: "So that makes you a feminist, too."
J: "Yeah, I guess so. It's just that I don't like the word. I don't want to be associated with the stereotypical feminist."

I didn't really understand what Jeff meant. After all, I didn't really consider myself a bra-burning hippie. It's just that after learning everything I had learned, I couldn't ignore the facts.
But this past week I finally understood what Jeff meant. I've had a few people bully me for my beliefs. I'll quote what they had to say here:

"I just feel bad for you--that something happy... still gets tainted by feminist arguments. Finding the bad in everything isn't a very healthy practice."
"When you take such a strong stance like this on a matter post so frequently on it, despite how good and legitimate your arguments might be, anyone outside the bubble who doesn't care as much, starts invisioning you as a zealot." 
"Amber is a bit of a feminist like Hitler was a bit of a meaner."

I never meant to offend anyone, but apparently labeling myself as a feminist meant that other people could freely attack me. I never wanted to come off as a "zealot" or be compared to Hitler in any way. And I'll admit it, I cried. I thought about deleting my blog. I thought about never posting anything about women's rights or never posting anything about my opinions ever again. But what good would that do?

This is what I believe:
I'm a feminist... not because I think women should be exactly like men, but because women should have the same opportunities as men.
I'm a feminist because I think I should be able to have a career without being judged for not staying at home, just as much as other women should be able to be stay-at-home moms without being judged.
I'm a feminist for Madison, because by the time she turns 8, studies show that she'll likely already have a bad body image and have attempted dieting. she'll also have given up dreams of being president.
I'm a feminist for my future sons, because the media teaches that it's ok for men to be violent towards women, and that affects the men in my life.



Above all, I choose to focus on how the media affects all of society because studies show that this inequality isn't because of inherent sexism, but from learned portrayals of women in the media: 


I don't...
- burn bras.
- believe that the way to equality means that society should put men down.
- think that men and women are exactly alike. We are different, and we should celebrate those differences.

Lastly, if you disagree with me, that is fine. I don't know how you can argue with the facts, but you have the freedom to do so. Just don't leave a message or a post attacking me personally.


To quote my good friend Amanda, "misogynists gunna hate."
I thought this was funny.
And particularly appropriate considering the hitler comment. 








pssst... agree with me? there are others out there like me! 

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Too Much Change!

I'm looking at (old) pictures of Maddie, and I don't even recognize her! I swear I wake up with a new baby every day. She already doesn't fit into her bassinet anymore, and just a month ago it was so big it seemed as though it was going to swallow her up!

Jeff and I are about to put in our two month's notice to our apartment complex that we will be moving to Saint Louis, and I have mixed emotions.

Pros:
- Going to grad school is exciting. It means better our lives, and it's an amazing program, and I should be so proud to be going to SLU. (or so Jeff keeps reminding me).
- Saint Louis is full of Jeff's family, and they are all amazing and fun to be around. It'll be great for maddie to get to know her aunts and uncles.
- Saint Louis is a pretty cool city as far as cities go.



Cons:
- Leaving some of my amazing old friends (lindsay, amanda) and amazing new friends (elyse, gina) behind. Do friends like you exist in saint louis? I hope so.
- Having to think about leaving maddie at day care once I go to school. I just got her! I don't like thinking about it.
- Moving across the country. with a dog and a baby.
- Accepting that I'll probably never live in Oregon ever again. Hopefully someday I'll become a famous psychologist and write some feminist book that makes us millionaires so we can buy a summer home in Oregon.


It's all just too much change. Can time just freeze for just a little while so I can just enjoy how good things are now?
(and can someone tell this kid to stop growing?)