CHANGES: Changed chorus from 16 bars to 8
- Cut out talking part in the beginning
-With talking fillers its 3:24, without its 2:52
D & M: Ugh, another gray hair.
Keep first 17 seconds (intro)
D:
Gotta do the laundry when
I get home tonight
Article due at 9 AM
Have dinner by candelight
Im supposed to cook this time
When will I write this piece
I’ll be up late again
Till 4 AM at least
Later if baby’s up all night
Crying in her crib for me
Daddy tried to pacify
But she still can not sleep
I need to be there for her
And the office needs me too
Stuck between both places
What’s a mom to do?
Husband’s not around enough
Though I wish he were
Says he’s with the guys
But I don't trust his word
says dinner don't taste so good
not the same recipe
now that I got a job
work’s got the best of me
You don't know what its like
To be a woman in my position
Looking Like This, Taming Wild Hair
Cooking all this, with no time to spare
From cleaning all your shit to Child care
Not sposed to be a bitch when nothing fair
Damn! I should say somethin
M: I treat my wife the best
Always tell her I love you
Always let her have her rest
Fix anything she wants me to
Remember anniversaries
Pick up the kids from school
Go buy the groceries
I’ll cook dinner too
But when I’m at work
The guys always hassle me
Say that I’m absurd
And my wife’s controlling me
But I don’t think that’s true
I just enjoy the work
Some men don't understand
This is what a wife is worth
I try to comprehend
Women’s complexity
Does that really make me
a woman wannabe
You don't know whats its like
to be a man in my position
women pass by, I’m supposed to stare
expected to have many affairs
Being in this world where my kind is rare
Get called a bitch, how’s this fair
YEAH! How the hell is this fair?
D:
Now I can say fuck the kids
Wife will take care of them
Have that great vegas trip
Meet some twins and marry them
I can be promiscuous
And stay out late at night
No man to question me
Then I’ll start a bar fight
M: Now I can say fuck the guys
My hair is gorgeous now
Women and men pass by
And all they say is WOW
I’ll put my make up on
and wear my tall high heels
Use my vibrator
OH my god! Are these real?
D & M:
You don't know whats its like
to be a (wo)man in my position
all their cheap shots and all of their
bullshit to their angry glares
what? Am i supposed to care
I’m gonna be a bitch, cause nothin’s fair
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
[INSERT NEW, RELEVENT TITLE] Alternate Expectations of Sexuality Edit I.
Man and woman in separate bathrooms, in stalls or in front of mirrors.
B-Both
F-Female
M-Man
B: They taught me to exist in levels
F: as long as I can remember, I’ve been told to take things
B: sitting down/ (standing up)
B The level of respect I deserve is equal to my height off the ground
F: Mother always said it was my role to bend, find my place in the cracks between men.
M: Father idolized cliff sides, worshipped sudden ruts and odd edges. He’d shake my hand the first time blood dripped from my jersey like badges of honor.
F: -I knew how to swallow, mine down my own throat. Couldn’t always stomach their expectations. Just wife; a woman skirting her own potential, only as alive as my oven mitt.
B: Everyone else
F: looked at me like a dishrag wrung out to dry, water lining crusted dishes
B: I was too dainty
M: I never had hands like hammers. Didn’t want to be made of metal, raised in the mist of wars. Be trained to sniff out Chanel No. 5 on collarbones.
B: I just wanted to be sturdy,
M: Afford down payments on my house
F: If I unleashed my backbone from its straightjacket, walked into the conference room would manhood hang like my suit tie?
M: If I wear a skirt to work today, contrary to lessons of piecemeal mirrors, would the natural blush of my cheek make me woman?
F: Think past my knee-highs.
M: Cuff discomfort under my collar.
B: The workplace is a battlefield,
M: the resurrection of this tradition exists in the way I urinate
F: Nothing will change.
B: I was taught to stall.
Partnership (Power Dynamic) Piece --- Second Draft
In any partnership,
There's the traditional roles of the Alpha: superior, boss
and the Lesser: docile, obedient one.
We remain silent as we accept it.
Like this imbalance of symmetry doesn't affect our chemistry.
As the weight of opinions try to swing back and forth like a broken grandfather clock
Words in Arguments have two voices
the one that comes from the person speaking and the untranslated one
Just let me talk - translated - My voice is the only one to be heard now
I don't understand - translated - I don't want to hear your side
You're wrong - translated - Stay in your place
... Stay in your place....
because there isn't enough room for you in mine
This dynamic doesn't simply exist in romantics
Look at brothers and sisters, bosses and workers
We often award authority in experience before testing the applicability of the experience of the situation.
I'm older so I know better.
But age is not truth
Wisdom is not wine
Balance is more than a virtue these days, it's a commodity.
There's nothing worse than weighing on a crooked scale
The foundation of any relationship deserves to be built with pillars of love, trust, fidelity, and effort.
And if one partner neglects to build, they leave an absence
which calls for the other partner to play Atlas, bearing the weight.
Until we learn how to stand evenly on this tightrope
We will never be able to balance the power between us.
5 Points to cover
1. Discuss the power dynamic in partnerships with the traditional roles of person giving orders and the other that receives the orders.
2. Reveal the answer to good partnership as balance
3. Describe the argument process in the struggle for power
4. Mention the applicability of this issue of power dynamic in all types of relationships
5. Discuss the foundations of a relationship
A. Thompson
J. Mans
W. Giles
There's the traditional roles of the Alpha: superior, boss
and the Lesser: docile, obedient one.
We remain silent as we accept it.
Like this imbalance of symmetry doesn't affect our chemistry.
As the weight of opinions try to swing back and forth like a broken grandfather clock
Words in Arguments have two voices
the one that comes from the person speaking and the untranslated one
Just let me talk - translated - My voice is the only one to be heard now
I don't understand - translated - I don't want to hear your side
You're wrong - translated - Stay in your place
... Stay in your place....
because there isn't enough room for you in mine
This dynamic doesn't simply exist in romantics
Look at brothers and sisters, bosses and workers
We often award authority in experience before testing the applicability of the experience of the situation.
I'm older so I know better.
But age is not truth
Wisdom is not wine
Balance is more than a virtue these days, it's a commodity.
There's nothing worse than weighing on a crooked scale
The foundation of any relationship deserves to be built with pillars of love, trust, fidelity, and effort.
And if one partner neglects to build, they leave an absence
which calls for the other partner to play Atlas, bearing the weight.
Until we learn how to stand evenly on this tightrope
We will never be able to balance the power between us.
5 Points to cover
1. Discuss the power dynamic in partnerships with the traditional roles of person giving orders and the other that receives the orders.
2. Reveal the answer to good partnership as balance
3. Describe the argument process in the struggle for power
4. Mention the applicability of this issue of power dynamic in all types of relationships
5. Discuss the foundations of a relationship
A. Thompson
J. Mans
W. Giles
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Expectations of Sexuality
Expectations of Sexuality
Jasmine Mans
Angela Thompson
They taught him to be brave
He’s trained like a shoulders
A worrier of a light too bright to ever claim him as his sun.
To fight battles in wars that will exist too long to ever remember his name
he is the resurection of a tradition that existed way before his last name
He wears his forefather’s armor like pertection
Pokes out his chest until his spine curves into the proper shape that manhood requires
They trained him to fight
To know how to shoot a gun
Taught him how to let his manhood hang like his suite tie
Cuff his worries under his colar
They taught me exist in levels
hold my head up
poke out my chest
pee standing up
never ever dance parellel to happiness
I will never know what its like to shoot a 9 millimeter loaded with daiseys
to sprinkle glitter off the edge of hope
I will never know what my heart beat sounds like when its finished callasping under my bullet proof vest
They taught him to run
they taught him to run in his cleets, but to never track the dirt and gravel into the house
run towards freedom
claim life as his own
play salsa with the pinks of flesh and never pay attention long enough to know when he’s dipping him too close insanity
they taught him to wear his scars proudly
I paint black eyes on with eye liner proudly
Let’s his blood drip off his jersey like a badge of honor
Spaghetti Sauce drips off my apron like blood like a badge of honor
They taught her to exist in levels
poke out my ass
tut up my nose
relax my shoulders
i was never taught to think past my knee highs
As women we were educated in etiquette
they taught me to walk in high heels
balance my soul on the tips of my toes
As if we lack the strength to stand
Raised in the mist of wars
play victim to this world because as long as my hair is done right someone will always save me
wear enough perfume, because these soldiers are trained to sniff out the weak
make sure my shoes are not built for running, so he can carry me while he saves me
make sure your light enough to hold so its easy for him to pick me up when he saves me
and when he’s done saving me,
Make sure i lick his wounds
stroke his scars
Creasing his jeans like our self esteem
Learn to creep under his feet like carpet I put on my apron like armer Our spatchulas as swords
only as alive as our oven mit
strape knives and forks to your waist line like weapons
Go to war for him
i am the resurection of a tradition that existed way before their timeline
mind your manners
take off your helmet when you step inside my battle feilds
Jasmine Mans
Angela Thompson
They taught him to be brave
He’s trained like a shoulders
A worrier of a light too bright to ever claim him as his sun.
To fight battles in wars that will exist too long to ever remember his name
he is the resurection of a tradition that existed way before his last name
He wears his forefather’s armor like pertection
Pokes out his chest until his spine curves into the proper shape that manhood requires
They trained him to fight
To know how to shoot a gun
Taught him how to let his manhood hang like his suite tie
Cuff his worries under his colar
They taught me exist in levels
hold my head up
poke out my chest
pee standing up
never ever dance parellel to happiness
I will never know what its like to shoot a 9 millimeter loaded with daiseys
to sprinkle glitter off the edge of hope
I will never know what my heart beat sounds like when its finished callasping under my bullet proof vest
They taught him to run
they taught him to run in his cleets, but to never track the dirt and gravel into the house
run towards freedom
claim life as his own
play salsa with the pinks of flesh and never pay attention long enough to know when he’s dipping him too close insanity
they taught him to wear his scars proudly
I paint black eyes on with eye liner proudly
Let’s his blood drip off his jersey like a badge of honor
Spaghetti Sauce drips off my apron like blood like a badge of honor
They taught her to exist in levels
poke out my ass
tut up my nose
relax my shoulders
i was never taught to think past my knee highs
As women we were educated in etiquette
they taught me to walk in high heels
balance my soul on the tips of my toes
As if we lack the strength to stand
Raised in the mist of wars
play victim to this world because as long as my hair is done right someone will always save me
wear enough perfume, because these soldiers are trained to sniff out the weak
make sure my shoes are not built for running, so he can carry me while he saves me
make sure your light enough to hold so its easy for him to pick me up when he saves me
and when he’s done saving me,
Make sure i lick his wounds
stroke his scars
Creasing his jeans like our self esteem
Learn to creep under his feet like carpet I put on my apron like armer Our spatchulas as swords
only as alive as our oven mit
strape knives and forks to your waist line like weapons
Go to war for him
i am the resurection of a tradition that existed way before their timeline
mind your manners
take off your helmet when you step inside my battle feilds
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Woman in Politics (or Fashion) and Man in Sports Section
Man and Woman enters opposite bathrooms that have mirrors in the front of them and on their right hand side. He is dressed in brightly colored woman’s clothing and beings to prepare for a day’s work at that the office. Her breasts are bound and she is dressed in baggy jeans and a t-shit with a baseball cap.
Erika and Elton: [Shocked and grabs chest] Thought there was someone else here. [Releases a sign of relief]
Marne: They tripped again. Tripped and stumbled into the bathroom door. She could hear her mother
Erika: My mother is a southern belle that don’t ring no more.
Marne: Mouth open—no sound. “Keep trippin Big Foot!”
Erika and Elton: [Starts to take off heels] I am a size 11
Erika: Mom always said men liked women with a hip-swaying strut but they don’t make “cute” shoes for women like me.
Elton: After all, I’m a man… [Starts to take off stockings]
Erika: a wo-man… [Drops pants]
Elton: a man without womb. I don’t have the ovaries for that job—to be free—to be myself.
Marne: I heard you shaved your head the other day
Erika: I took an ace-bandage, wrapped my breasts like they were open wounds.
Marne: Binding her brains to toddler shaped feet, concave breasts
Erika: The weight of slender switchblades pressed into concrete on Sunday mornings to impress Mother match the sloppy clank of Chinese girls finding footing in new shoes.
Erika and Elton: Still, neither of us fit.
Elton: My grandfather wore a kilt, you know? He saw who I was, and gave be my first kilt. [Starts to put on pants] He was a proud Scottish man. He had them for special occasions. Dad didn’t want me to have it. In this country, they call it a skirt and don’t respect culture—abuse every other culture ‘cause they don’t have they own. Grandpa had them in every color. He wore them with pride.
Marne: The mirror’s right there little girl….boy…child. Reflection full of rainbows.
Erika: I can feel the safety pin pinch the underbelly of my bosom. This is womanhood: suppressing the physicality of my sex to overcome the objectivity of it.
Elton: Grandpa said “you’ll have to wear the lies you start with.” I wore a suit to the interview. I’ll have to where it for the rest of my life, right? You dress for the role; you’ll get the roll. You dress like a man, one day you’ll be a man.
Marne: Awkward role play.
Erika: In the Ching Dynasty, heels defined womanhood.
Marne: Quit trippin over your feet, man-sized and worn out. There’s a difference between stalls and urinals. So, stand up straight. When you hold your dick stop tucking yourself inward.
Erika and Elton: Don’t judge me.
Elton: You played it once; you can play it again, after all, the work place is the theatre. Besides,
Erika and Elton: They’ll like you more.
Erika: [fully unwrapped by now, push up bra underneath] for a thousand years, broken feet folded at the arch, toes bent tightly against the soles. Our feet are free, but we’re still bound.
Erika and Elton: Unraveling who we really are.
Marne: This is womanhood:
Erika: looking fuckable for your boss.
Elton and Marne: This is professional:
Elton: [Puts on shirt] wearing my lie—a suit—the label of a business man—wo-man—man without womb—
ALL: After all, this is business.
[Erika and Elton put on shoes, walks to the mirror, starts to comb/brush hair, puts items in the bag, and looks up]
Erika and Elton: Oh it’s you. [Exits]
Thing we're trying to accomplish:
1. Gender Discrimination
2. Compare the concept of Chainese foot binding to breast binding
3. Conformity to societial sterotypes
4. Perspective of what it means to be a man/woman
Erika and Elton: [Shocked and grabs chest] Thought there was someone else here. [Releases a sign of relief]
Marne: They tripped again. Tripped and stumbled into the bathroom door. She could hear her mother
Erika: My mother is a southern belle that don’t ring no more.
Marne: Mouth open—no sound. “Keep trippin Big Foot!”
Erika and Elton: [Starts to take off heels] I am a size 11
Erika: Mom always said men liked women with a hip-swaying strut but they don’t make “cute” shoes for women like me.
Elton: After all, I’m a man… [Starts to take off stockings]
Erika: a wo-man… [Drops pants]
Elton: a man without womb. I don’t have the ovaries for that job—to be free—to be myself.
Marne: I heard you shaved your head the other day
Erika: I took an ace-bandage, wrapped my breasts like they were open wounds.
Marne: Binding her brains to toddler shaped feet, concave breasts
Erika: The weight of slender switchblades pressed into concrete on Sunday mornings to impress Mother match the sloppy clank of Chinese girls finding footing in new shoes.
Erika and Elton: Still, neither of us fit.
Elton: My grandfather wore a kilt, you know? He saw who I was, and gave be my first kilt. [Starts to put on pants] He was a proud Scottish man. He had them for special occasions. Dad didn’t want me to have it. In this country, they call it a skirt and don’t respect culture—abuse every other culture ‘cause they don’t have they own. Grandpa had them in every color. He wore them with pride.
Marne: The mirror’s right there little girl….boy…child. Reflection full of rainbows.
Erika: I can feel the safety pin pinch the underbelly of my bosom. This is womanhood: suppressing the physicality of my sex to overcome the objectivity of it.
Elton: Grandpa said “you’ll have to wear the lies you start with.” I wore a suit to the interview. I’ll have to where it for the rest of my life, right? You dress for the role; you’ll get the roll. You dress like a man, one day you’ll be a man.
Marne: Awkward role play.
Erika: In the Ching Dynasty, heels defined womanhood.
Marne: Quit trippin over your feet, man-sized and worn out. There’s a difference between stalls and urinals. So, stand up straight. When you hold your dick stop tucking yourself inward.
Erika and Elton: Don’t judge me.
Elton: You played it once; you can play it again, after all, the work place is the theatre. Besides,
Erika and Elton: They’ll like you more.
Erika: [fully unwrapped by now, push up bra underneath] for a thousand years, broken feet folded at the arch, toes bent tightly against the soles. Our feet are free, but we’re still bound.
Erika and Elton: Unraveling who we really are.
Marne: This is womanhood:
Erika: looking fuckable for your boss.
Elton and Marne: This is professional:
Elton: [Puts on shirt] wearing my lie—a suit—the label of a business man—wo-man—man without womb—
ALL: After all, this is business.
[Erika and Elton put on shoes, walks to the mirror, starts to comb/brush hair, puts items in the bag, and looks up]
Erika and Elton: Oh it’s you. [Exits]
Thing we're trying to accomplish:
1. Gender Discrimination
2. Compare the concept of Chainese foot binding to breast binding
3. Conformity to societial sterotypes
4. Perspective of what it means to be a man/woman
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Food for thought- Alternate Expectations of Sexuality
B-Both
F-Female
M-Man
A lot of the lines ending/beginning with the "-" are meant to be quick pick up lines to blur the boundary between the self conversation in the separate bathrooms. Not sure how to make that a hundred percent clear through text..
Man and woman in separate bathrooms, in stalls or in front of mirrors.
B: They taught me to exist in levels
M: Pee standing up
F: Pee Sitting down
B: Like the level of respect I demand is equal to my height off the ground
F: For as long as I can remember, I’ve been told to take things sitting down
M: I’ve been build since sandbox like I was an obelisk, tasked to look down on
B: Everyone else-
F: -looked at me like I was a dishrag. Wrung me out to dry like water was self worth and I was too dainty to be burdened by
B: The weight-
M: of my expectations. Biceps. Balls. Frowns. These facets were blueprinted onto my façade-
B: -before I knew how to taste-
F: -I knew how to swallow. How to balance the worlds weight and my own. How to put things down and throw things up. Juggling while on a tightrope. Trying to mine down my own throat. Today’s breakfast is tonight’s make up. Think of my vomit as lip-gloss for the entire body.
M: My body. Was a swimming pool filled with silver dollars and sticky anchors. I grew more valuable the longer I could hold my breath. Became as affluent depending on the heads I could drown. That’s when I learned you don’t need to swim, if you have hands like hammers.
F: I think whoever invented the phrase “Between a rock and a hard place” was a woman. My mother always said it was our role to bend, to find our place only in the cracks between men.
M: Every uncle or TV icon I saw growing up was like some stern, unmovable object. Like.. like a rock. So as a boy I just wanted to be made of metal. Sturdy. Formidable. Cut backs and throats to get on top so I could afford to put down payments on a house, or a car, or
B: -A-
F: -wife, was all I was meant to be. A woman skirting her own potential
M: My father idolized cliff sides. Liked the sudden ruts and odd edges. Said he would shake my hand the first time I drew blood. His fingernails always looked like broken glass
F: I’ve been cut too many times by my low expectations…. Or how I wear them.
M: And I want to know, if I wear a skirt to work today, contrary to the teachings of a piecemeal mirror, would I be less of a man? Or would I just be treated that way?
F: I want to know, if I unleashed my backbone from its straightjacket, and walked into the conference room would it be a flower behind my ear or a cock sprouting from my forehead?
M: So maybe the way I urinate reflects male privilege. I don’t know. But I didn’t make this men-tality, I just work-
B: -Here-
F: -is where everything exists. And if we don’t care about the beginning then we will never find the end. Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that never stops burying the women in this office in shit. And on some days you can see the men trying to was their hands of the-
B: -Guilt-
M: …Its not that I’m feeling guilty. I’m just uncomfortable thinking about this. There’s something so simple about-
F: - “Injustice, anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere”.
M: I… I don’t even know why I’m even thinking about levels, besides; we all shit… sitting down.
1. Learned gender roles as a cultural educational system
2. External factors/pressures leading to oppression
3. Internalized factors resulting in a habit of oppression
4. Criminality of supporting a system of oppression
5. The deniability of injustice in our "male dominated" society
F-Female
M-Man
A lot of the lines ending/beginning with the "-" are meant to be quick pick up lines to blur the boundary between the self conversation in the separate bathrooms. Not sure how to make that a hundred percent clear through text..
Man and woman in separate bathrooms, in stalls or in front of mirrors.
B: They taught me to exist in levels
M: Pee standing up
F: Pee Sitting down
B: Like the level of respect I demand is equal to my height off the ground
F: For as long as I can remember, I’ve been told to take things sitting down
M: I’ve been build since sandbox like I was an obelisk, tasked to look down on
B: Everyone else-
F: -looked at me like I was a dishrag. Wrung me out to dry like water was self worth and I was too dainty to be burdened by
B: The weight-
M: of my expectations. Biceps. Balls. Frowns. These facets were blueprinted onto my façade-
B: -before I knew how to taste-
F: -I knew how to swallow. How to balance the worlds weight and my own. How to put things down and throw things up. Juggling while on a tightrope. Trying to mine down my own throat. Today’s breakfast is tonight’s make up. Think of my vomit as lip-gloss for the entire body.
M: My body. Was a swimming pool filled with silver dollars and sticky anchors. I grew more valuable the longer I could hold my breath. Became as affluent depending on the heads I could drown. That’s when I learned you don’t need to swim, if you have hands like hammers.
F: I think whoever invented the phrase “Between a rock and a hard place” was a woman. My mother always said it was our role to bend, to find our place only in the cracks between men.
M: Every uncle or TV icon I saw growing up was like some stern, unmovable object. Like.. like a rock. So as a boy I just wanted to be made of metal. Sturdy. Formidable. Cut backs and throats to get on top so I could afford to put down payments on a house, or a car, or
B: -A-
F: -wife, was all I was meant to be. A woman skirting her own potential
M: My father idolized cliff sides. Liked the sudden ruts and odd edges. Said he would shake my hand the first time I drew blood. His fingernails always looked like broken glass
F: I’ve been cut too many times by my low expectations…. Or how I wear them.
M: And I want to know, if I wear a skirt to work today, contrary to the teachings of a piecemeal mirror, would I be less of a man? Or would I just be treated that way?
F: I want to know, if I unleashed my backbone from its straightjacket, and walked into the conference room would it be a flower behind my ear or a cock sprouting from my forehead?
M: So maybe the way I urinate reflects male privilege. I don’t know. But I didn’t make this men-tality, I just work-
B: -Here-
F: -is where everything exists. And if we don’t care about the beginning then we will never find the end. Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that never stops burying the women in this office in shit. And on some days you can see the men trying to was their hands of the-
B: -Guilt-
M: …Its not that I’m feeling guilty. I’m just uncomfortable thinking about this. There’s something so simple about-
F: - “Injustice, anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere”.
M: I… I don’t even know why I’m even thinking about levels, besides; we all shit… sitting down.
1. Learned gender roles as a cultural educational system
2. External factors/pressures leading to oppression
3. Internalized factors resulting in a habit of oppression
4. Criminality of supporting a system of oppression
5. The deniability of injustice in our "male dominated" society
SCENE: Gender In Family - Song
Title: My Position
MP3 Download Link: http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=5ea53a7638984f6ed2db6fb9a8902bda
Five Points:
Double Standard
• Double Standard for Women at Home to be successful at home while maintaining enough (financial security) to be competitive in the market place
• Double Standard for Women at work to be successful at work and maintain a healthy and safe home environment
• Double Standard for Men to be both ally’s to women (in the struggle against sexism and be good husbands) yet maintain relations with “the guys”
• Double Standard for men to be ally’s to women at work and still be “assertive” at work while not competing with women in such a way as to name them a “bitch” when they are also assertive
• Conflicting identities does not mean that switching identities solves problems
D & M: Ugh, another gray hair.
D &M: What will..
M: the wife think?
D: the office think?
D & M: It would be okay if I were a
(At same time)
M: Woman…
D:Man…
M: I could just dye it.
D: I could just leave it.
M: I would have time to if I were just watching the kids all day.
D: I just don’t have time. Maybe I could go to the salon? But, who will watch the kids? Huhhhhh…. I wish harry would be more… helpful
D:
Gotta do the laundry when
I get home tonight
Article due at 9 AM
Have dinner by candelight
Im supposed to cook this time
When will I write this piece
I’ll be up late again
Till 4 AM at least
Later if baby’s up all night
Crying in her crib for me
Daddy tried to pacify
But she still can not sleep
I need to be there for her
And the office needs me too
Stuck between both places
What’s a mom to do?
Harry’s not around enough
Though I wish he were
Says he’s with the guys
But I don't trust his word
says dinner don't taste so good
not the same recipe
now that I got a job
work’s got the best of me
You don't know what its like
To be a woman in my position
Looking Like This, Taming Wild Hair
Cooking all this, with no time to spare
From cleaning all your shit to Child care
Not sposed to be a bitch when nothing fair
You don't know whats its like
to be a woman in my position
I should cut this all off and have no hair
Not shave my legs and ignore the stares
Tell this pig kids are yours to bear
If IM a bitch its cause nothings fair
Damn! I should say somethin
M: I treat my wife the best
Always tell her I love you
Always let her have her rest
Fix anything she wants me to
Remember anniversaries
Pick up the kids from school
Go buy the groceries
I’ll cook dinner too
But when I’m at work
The guys always hassle me
Say that I’m absurd
And my wife’s controlling me
But I don’t think that’s true
I just enjoy the work
Some men don't understand
This is what a wife is worth
I try to comprehend
Women’s complexity
Does that really make me
a woman wannabe
You don't know what its like
To be a man in my position
Looking Like This, combing my hair
Fixing all this with no time to spare
Being in this world where my kind is rare
Put in my work so something’s fair
You don't know whats its like
to be a man in my position
women pass by, I’m supposed to stare
expected to have many affairs
Being in this world where my kind is rare
Get called a bitch, how’s this fair
YEAH! How the hell is this fair?
D:
Now I can say fuck the kids
Wife will take care of them
Have that great vegas trip
Meet some twins and marry them
I can be promiscuous
And stay out late at night
No man to question me
Then I’ll start a bar fight
M: Now I can say fuck the guys
My hair is gorgeous now
Women and men pass by
And all they say is WOW
I’ll put my make up on
and wear my tall high heels
Use my vibrator
OH my god! Are these real?
D & M:
You don’t know what it’s like to be a (wo)man
In my position
Looking Like This, Taming Wild Hair
Doing all this, with no time to spare
From takin all your shit to Child care
Not sposed to be a bitch but nothin’s fair
You don't know whats its like
to be a (wo)man in my position
all their cheap shots and all of their
bullshit to their angry glares
what? Am i supposed to care
I’m gonna be a bitch, cause nothin’s fair
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Five Points:
Double Standard
• Double Standard for Women at Home to be successful at home while maintaining enough (financial security) to be competitive in the market place
• Double Standard for Women at work to be successful at work and maintain a healthy and safe home environment
• Double Standard for Men to be both ally’s to women (in the struggle against sexism and be good husbands) yet maintain relations with “the guys”
• Double Standard for men to be ally’s to women at work and still be “assertive” at work while not competing with women in such a way as to name them a “bitch” when they are also assertive
• Conflicting identities does not mean that switching identities solves problems
D & M: Ugh, another gray hair.
D &M: What will..
M: the wife think?
D: the office think?
D & M: It would be okay if I were a
(At same time)
M: Woman…
D:Man…
M: I could just dye it.
D: I could just leave it.
M: I would have time to if I were just watching the kids all day.
D: I just don’t have time. Maybe I could go to the salon? But, who will watch the kids? Huhhhhh…. I wish harry would be more… helpful
D:
Gotta do the laundry when
I get home tonight
Article due at 9 AM
Have dinner by candelight
Im supposed to cook this time
When will I write this piece
I’ll be up late again
Till 4 AM at least
Later if baby’s up all night
Crying in her crib for me
Daddy tried to pacify
But she still can not sleep
I need to be there for her
And the office needs me too
Stuck between both places
What’s a mom to do?
Harry’s not around enough
Though I wish he were
Says he’s with the guys
But I don't trust his word
says dinner don't taste so good
not the same recipe
now that I got a job
work’s got the best of me
You don't know what its like
To be a woman in my position
Looking Like This, Taming Wild Hair
Cooking all this, with no time to spare
From cleaning all your shit to Child care
Not sposed to be a bitch when nothing fair
You don't know whats its like
to be a woman in my position
I should cut this all off and have no hair
Not shave my legs and ignore the stares
Tell this pig kids are yours to bear
If IM a bitch its cause nothings fair
Damn! I should say somethin
M: I treat my wife the best
Always tell her I love you
Always let her have her rest
Fix anything she wants me to
Remember anniversaries
Pick up the kids from school
Go buy the groceries
I’ll cook dinner too
But when I’m at work
The guys always hassle me
Say that I’m absurd
And my wife’s controlling me
But I don’t think that’s true
I just enjoy the work
Some men don't understand
This is what a wife is worth
I try to comprehend
Women’s complexity
Does that really make me
a woman wannabe
You don't know what its like
To be a man in my position
Looking Like This, combing my hair
Fixing all this with no time to spare
Being in this world where my kind is rare
Put in my work so something’s fair
You don't know whats its like
to be a man in my position
women pass by, I’m supposed to stare
expected to have many affairs
Being in this world where my kind is rare
Get called a bitch, how’s this fair
YEAH! How the hell is this fair?
D:
Now I can say fuck the kids
Wife will take care of them
Have that great vegas trip
Meet some twins and marry them
I can be promiscuous
And stay out late at night
No man to question me
Then I’ll start a bar fight
M: Now I can say fuck the guys
My hair is gorgeous now
Women and men pass by
And all they say is WOW
I’ll put my make up on
and wear my tall high heels
Use my vibrator
OH my god! Are these real?
D & M:
You don’t know what it’s like to be a (wo)man
In my position
Looking Like This, Taming Wild Hair
Doing all this, with no time to spare
From takin all your shit to Child care
Not sposed to be a bitch but nothin’s fair
You don't know whats its like
to be a (wo)man in my position
all their cheap shots and all of their
bullshit to their angry glares
what? Am i supposed to care
I’m gonna be a bitch, cause nothin’s fair
Institutionalized Discrimination
Scene Description:
Location: Men's and Women's Bathroom
2 Men and 2 Women
Starts with
one woman in the bathroom looking into the mirror. She is wearing a button up shirt, pencil skirt and jacket
One man into the bathroom looking into his mirror. He is wearing button up shirt, dress pants, and jacket.
M1&W1: I need to fix these shoulder pads
They fix their shoulder pads of their jackets
M1: Damn urinals are so short I gotta squat to use them
(Pause, looks around)
I wonder if they can hear me pee from the other side
Man puts ear through wall to see if he hears another person on the other side
W1: Ok cool. Now I look professional enough for those assholes.
Both rigidly turn towards audience at the audience in a militant way, woman gets closer towards audience and acts as if audience is the mirror. She fixes her skirt
W1: I wonder if they can hear me through the other wall
She puts her face sideways as if hearing through a wall. She comes back to standing position and tilts her head. Man is frozen in the his place in the bathroom.Light goes off on man and focuses on woman.
She begins to raise her voice
W1: I wonder if they can hear me through the other wall. My head is stuck in this position until they tell me otherwise.
Puts head straight forward. Begins to undo one button on shirt
W1: I’m sure cupping validation is still in style. Uncle Sam told me so when skirting my individuality. Structured uniforms are pretty normal. Pants suits are too Hilary, but skirts give me the looks I need to get my point across. The executives of this newspaper even mentioned attire at a meeting once. He said, “The Women need to come up to par.” I took it as rising our skirts. So did every single one of the other women, so how can I possibly be wrong?
It provides the attention for voices to be heard. But, oh well. If it’s what I got to do to pay my bills, I’ll just have to shut up.
M2 and W2 walk out the stall of their respective bathroom
Don’t you think that maybe we’re not born with it, we need Maybelline.
W2: You don’t wear the lipstick of a lady, a real woman wears this kind. Honey, all women need Maybelline.
W2 looks at W1 up and down.
W2: Are you expecting?
W1: That wouldn’t fly here.
Lights shut off on women’s side of bathroom. Lights on Men’s side, dim on M1, spotlight on M2
M2 begins monologue
M2: My wife comes home carrying a burden and a blessing. It’s hardly noticeable- like partially erased words on our family grocery list or a few less movie rentals per month. She’s 5 weeks pregnant – still too early to envision an umbilical cord – but already pulled the plug on cable and aborted most family outings. She says her job wouldn’t give her leave. That pregnant women get dropped like their water ‘cause contracts have contractions that occur at the first moment your boss notices your belly’s ‘blessing’, and women’s tear-shaped breasts reflect their sorrow – stretching days thinner trying to find the time to be able to afford eating for two. She’s tired. But heads right for the carpet, picking up our sons action figures, preparing to vacuum crumbs I left behind during one of my breaks, eating left over breakfast…which she made, working overtime.
Lights up on both men
M1: Did you see Steven’s new secretary. She had amazing legs. I bet they look even better spread.
M2: Yea. But she must of noticed the looks the guys must have been giving her. Yesterday she was wearing long baggy pants.
M1: You see, obviously women need to look professional, dressed up, sophisticated, but presentable. Not pants. How do you think that they came up with the saying, “the man wears the pants in the relationship?” Skirts are easy access to fuck. Just spread like a hug meant to sexually enter. I mean men don’t wear skirts, I mean REAL men don’t. Pants on females are too much off a hassle to go for it. Oh yeah, don’t forget, cleavage is a must.
M2: I agree, well I gotta finish this report.
M2 leaves. M1 looks in mirror. Lights dim off and focus on woman.
W2: Well if you are, then you shouldn’t be here.
W1: well I’m not.
W2: Sure you’re not. You see my son, he likes women like you.
W1: Like me?
W2: my son is fascinated with legs encased in pencil skirts. Feet in 4 inch stilettos, he thinks I don’t know that he walks up miles of stockings, down yards of legs. Pretends I don’t see their size on his neck is imprinted in girl hood shades of lipstick. I failed as a parent. I’ve tried to instill in him that mere women aren’t good enough. He is a king, like his father before him. But he’s not mean to be touched by the lowly common, the girls who don’t wear the lipstick of the lady. When I was young he saw what women should be: wore, skirt pencil straight in father’s lap. 4 inch stilettos in spotless houses. At least these girls, like you, resemble me. Their place is to kiss his royal pain. All men need their queen.
W1 looks at her.
W2: That is why you need a lipstick of a lady
W2 hands W1 lipstick and leaves. Lights on M1 and W1 looking in mirror fixing themselves. W1 puts on lipstick.
5 Points of Discussion:
1. The dress policies that have been instilled in social codes through tradition (although not legal, but socially)
2. The training of men and women on how they view each other
3.How sexism is played out between women
4. Dynamic of relationships between husband and wife, as well as the awareness of the oppression within the relationship
5. The power of institutions (work place) impact how men and women act with themselves and among themselves
Location: Men's and Women's Bathroom
2 Men and 2 Women
Starts with
one woman in the bathroom looking into the mirror. She is wearing a button up shirt, pencil skirt and jacket
One man into the bathroom looking into his mirror. He is wearing button up shirt, dress pants, and jacket.
M1&W1: I need to fix these shoulder pads
They fix their shoulder pads of their jackets
M1: Damn urinals are so short I gotta squat to use them
(Pause, looks around)
I wonder if they can hear me pee from the other side
Man puts ear through wall to see if he hears another person on the other side
W1: Ok cool. Now I look professional enough for those assholes.
Both rigidly turn towards audience at the audience in a militant way, woman gets closer towards audience and acts as if audience is the mirror. She fixes her skirt
W1: I wonder if they can hear me through the other wall
She puts her face sideways as if hearing through a wall. She comes back to standing position and tilts her head. Man is frozen in the his place in the bathroom.Light goes off on man and focuses on woman.
She begins to raise her voice
W1: I wonder if they can hear me through the other wall. My head is stuck in this position until they tell me otherwise.
Puts head straight forward. Begins to undo one button on shirt
W1: I’m sure cupping validation is still in style. Uncle Sam told me so when skirting my individuality. Structured uniforms are pretty normal. Pants suits are too Hilary, but skirts give me the looks I need to get my point across. The executives of this newspaper even mentioned attire at a meeting once. He said, “The Women need to come up to par.” I took it as rising our skirts. So did every single one of the other women, so how can I possibly be wrong?
It provides the attention for voices to be heard. But, oh well. If it’s what I got to do to pay my bills, I’ll just have to shut up.
M2 and W2 walk out the stall of their respective bathroom
Don’t you think that maybe we’re not born with it, we need Maybelline.
W2: You don’t wear the lipstick of a lady, a real woman wears this kind. Honey, all women need Maybelline.
W2 looks at W1 up and down.
W2: Are you expecting?
W1: That wouldn’t fly here.
Lights shut off on women’s side of bathroom. Lights on Men’s side, dim on M1, spotlight on M2
M2 begins monologue
M2: My wife comes home carrying a burden and a blessing. It’s hardly noticeable- like partially erased words on our family grocery list or a few less movie rentals per month. She’s 5 weeks pregnant – still too early to envision an umbilical cord – but already pulled the plug on cable and aborted most family outings. She says her job wouldn’t give her leave. That pregnant women get dropped like their water ‘cause contracts have contractions that occur at the first moment your boss notices your belly’s ‘blessing’, and women’s tear-shaped breasts reflect their sorrow – stretching days thinner trying to find the time to be able to afford eating for two. She’s tired. But heads right for the carpet, picking up our sons action figures, preparing to vacuum crumbs I left behind during one of my breaks, eating left over breakfast…which she made, working overtime.
Lights up on both men
M1: Did you see Steven’s new secretary. She had amazing legs. I bet they look even better spread.
M2: Yea. But she must of noticed the looks the guys must have been giving her. Yesterday she was wearing long baggy pants.
M1: You see, obviously women need to look professional, dressed up, sophisticated, but presentable. Not pants. How do you think that they came up with the saying, “the man wears the pants in the relationship?” Skirts are easy access to fuck. Just spread like a hug meant to sexually enter. I mean men don’t wear skirts, I mean REAL men don’t. Pants on females are too much off a hassle to go for it. Oh yeah, don’t forget, cleavage is a must.
M2: I agree, well I gotta finish this report.
M2 leaves. M1 looks in mirror. Lights dim off and focus on woman.
W2: Well if you are, then you shouldn’t be here.
W1: well I’m not.
W2: Sure you’re not. You see my son, he likes women like you.
W1: Like me?
W2: my son is fascinated with legs encased in pencil skirts. Feet in 4 inch stilettos, he thinks I don’t know that he walks up miles of stockings, down yards of legs. Pretends I don’t see their size on his neck is imprinted in girl hood shades of lipstick. I failed as a parent. I’ve tried to instill in him that mere women aren’t good enough. He is a king, like his father before him. But he’s not mean to be touched by the lowly common, the girls who don’t wear the lipstick of the lady. When I was young he saw what women should be: wore, skirt pencil straight in father’s lap. 4 inch stilettos in spotless houses. At least these girls, like you, resemble me. Their place is to kiss his royal pain. All men need their queen.
W1 looks at her.
W2: That is why you need a lipstick of a lady
W2 hands W1 lipstick and leaves. Lights on M1 and W1 looking in mirror fixing themselves. W1 puts on lipstick.
5 Points of Discussion:
1. The dress policies that have been instilled in social codes through tradition (although not legal, but socially)
2. The training of men and women on how they view each other
3.How sexism is played out between women
4. Dynamic of relationships between husband and wife, as well as the awareness of the oppression within the relationship
5. The power of institutions (work place) impact how men and women act with themselves and among themselves
Partnership (Power Dynamic) Piece
Monologue in the office
In any partnership,
There's the traditional roles of the alpha, superior, boss
and the lesser, docile, obedient one.
Like a unspoken rule, we remain silent as we accept it.
Like this imbalance of symmetry doesn't affect our chemistry.
Any change might lead to a fight for the power
as the dynamic swings back and forth like a hammock.
Words in Arguments have two voices
the one that comes from the person speaking and the untranslated one
in the person's head. Rarely enough if is the code interpreted.
Just let me talk - translated - My voice is the only one to be heard now
I don't understand - translated - I don't want to hear your side
You're wrong - translated - Stay in your place
... Stay in your place....
because there isn't enough room for you in mine
and I guess I missed that class lesson on sharing because I want all the power.
It doesn't just exist in the connections between couples,
But in any relationship. Boss to worker, older brother to younger brother
We often breed authority in experience before testing the applicability of the experience of the situation.
Doesn't matter, I'm older so I know better.
Whose to say the child better educated in how to create their art deserves the criticism of their parent.
Whose to say the dog who just can't understand deserves to be yelled at at mistakes.
Patience is more than a virtue these days, now it's a commodity.
There's nothing worse than wasting it on an unfair relationship.
I just feel that the foundation to any relationship deserves the pillars of love, trust, fidelity, and effort.
And if one partner forgets to bring their tools to build this, they leave an imbalance
which should call for the other partner to play the role of Atlas to bear that weight.
Unless we learn how to stand evenly on this playing field can we balance the power between us.
5 Points to cover
1. Discuss the power dynamic in partnerships with the traditional roles of person giving orders and the other that receives the orders.
2. Reveal the answer to good partnership as balance
3. Describe the argument process in the struggle for power
4. Mention the applicability of this issue of power dynamic in all types of relationships
5. Discuss the foundations of a relationship
In any partnership,
There's the traditional roles of the alpha, superior, boss
and the lesser, docile, obedient one.
Like a unspoken rule, we remain silent as we accept it.
Like this imbalance of symmetry doesn't affect our chemistry.
Any change might lead to a fight for the power
as the dynamic swings back and forth like a hammock.
Words in Arguments have two voices
the one that comes from the person speaking and the untranslated one
in the person's head. Rarely enough if is the code interpreted.
Just let me talk - translated - My voice is the only one to be heard now
I don't understand - translated - I don't want to hear your side
You're wrong - translated - Stay in your place
... Stay in your place....
because there isn't enough room for you in mine
and I guess I missed that class lesson on sharing because I want all the power.
It doesn't just exist in the connections between couples,
But in any relationship. Boss to worker, older brother to younger brother
We often breed authority in experience before testing the applicability of the experience of the situation.
Doesn't matter, I'm older so I know better.
Whose to say the child better educated in how to create their art deserves the criticism of their parent.
Whose to say the dog who just can't understand deserves to be yelled at at mistakes.
Patience is more than a virtue these days, now it's a commodity.
There's nothing worse than wasting it on an unfair relationship.
I just feel that the foundation to any relationship deserves the pillars of love, trust, fidelity, and effort.
And if one partner forgets to bring their tools to build this, they leave an imbalance
which should call for the other partner to play the role of Atlas to bear that weight.
Unless we learn how to stand evenly on this playing field can we balance the power between us.
5 Points to cover
1. Discuss the power dynamic in partnerships with the traditional roles of person giving orders and the other that receives the orders.
2. Reveal the answer to good partnership as balance
3. Describe the argument process in the struggle for power
4. Mention the applicability of this issue of power dynamic in all types of relationships
5. Discuss the foundations of a relationship
Fashion Reaction- Comic Strip
W1: Just look at the way he holds his hand! He is clearly gay…... But there’s nothing wrong with the gays, you know, you are what you are, you can’t help it.
W2: I mean it’s their fault…they didn’t choose to be that way. I mean look at this cartoon, he can’t help the fact that he says “girl” in every sentence.
W3: At least they dress really nice.
W1: Hey we should get one and interview them.
W2: Let’s not discriminate now, there are lesbians.
W1: Gay, lesbo, they’re all the same thing. All apart of the LGQYTR community
W3: You mean the LGBTQI?
W1: Yeah, whatever. We need to get a real live gay person in here for that article we’re writing.
W2: Yeah, but not if they’re dressing like that cartoon guy. Look at that man’s outfit. Out Of Date!
W1: very true. Not all of those people can dress well.
W2: I mean it’s their fault…they didn’t choose to be that way. I mean look at this cartoon, he can’t help the fact that he says “girl” in every sentence.
W3: At least they dress really nice.
W1: Hey we should get one and interview them.
W2: Let’s not discriminate now, there are lesbians.
W1: Gay, lesbo, they’re all the same thing. All apart of the LGQYTR community
W3: You mean the LGBTQI?
W1: Yeah, whatever. We need to get a real live gay person in here for that article we’re writing.
W2: Yeah, but not if they’re dressing like that cartoon guy. Look at that man’s outfit. Out Of Date!
W1: very true. Not all of those people can dress well.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
World News- Comic strip response
Elton: That’s not funny!
All: I don’t get it
Nat: I don’t see a difference. I was always bad at this anyway
Eric: (Jerks off in the air with an imaginary penis) that’s so typical
All: How cliché
Nat: You would think that…
Elton: We should know better…
Eric: To print something like…
All: It’s so detrimental to our society. So hurtful, so inconsiderate, so bad for our reputation. Not just as world news but as a paper
Eric: But also as world news.
Nat: They wouldn’t do this in Spain
Elton: In Brazil…
Eric: In England
All: But why here? Rainbows are the positive that develops after the negative. Not a symbol for something viewed as negative.
Eric: Maybe our sense of humor is just different.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Politics disscussion of comic strip
The History of Comics and Why They’re unrelated to politics
Comic Strip…hmmm you know what’s comical? Bush. He was a funny guy. I mean seriously, who told him that he could run a country? His daddy? We had an economy in the crapper, national disrest, and pointless wars in Iraq. Wow, like father like son. You know what? All Bush junior needed was a little love. A hug every now and then. Close personal relationships emphasized with hugs. Or not. Maybe so. Anyway, there should be a comic strip between men. sounds interesting. Maybe it provides ideological insight of the verbal image of society. You know the First comic strip was Mutt and Jeff. Written in 1907. Mutt and jeff was the first daily success comic strip. It was a talking moon and a weird colorful guy. 1907 was a hard year for the US and comics were just a relief. it was something for these old stiffs to laugh, to enjoy with their children after a long day of work. Now comics are claiming stand points of homophobia! This goes beyond comedic banter You know that would be considered a political cartoon. and political cartoons made it entrance to the newspaper during WWI when artists need to find a better way to describe war circumstances. Now. The comic strip is a dead art. After the Boondocks, it became obsolete. Well not exactly. we have Charlie Brown, Super Man. When you think about comics paved the way to cartoon television. If it wasn’t for great papers like ours where would TV be. where would this world be.
Politics disscussion of comic strip
The History of Comics and Why They’re unrelated to politics
Comic Strip…hmmm you know what’s comical? Bush. He was a funny guy. I mean seriously, who told him that he could run a country? His daddy? We had an economy in the crapper, national disrest, and pointless wars in Iraq. Wow, like father like son. You know what? All Bush junior needed was a little love. A hug every now and then. Close personal relationships emphasized with hugs. Or not. Maybe so. Anyway, there should be a comic strip between men. sounds interesting. Maybe it provides ideological insight of the verbal image of society. You know the First comic strip was Mutt and Jeff. Written in 1907. Mutt and jeff was the first daily success comic strip. It was a talking moon and a weird colorful guy. 1907 was a hard year for the US and comics were just a relief. it was something for these old stiffs to laugh, to enjoy with their children after a long day of work. Now comics are claiming stand points of homophobia! This goes beyond comedic banter You know that would be considered a political cartoon. and political cartoons made it entrance to the newspaper during WWI when artists need to find a better way to describe war circumstances. Now. The comic strip is a dead art. After the Boondocks, it became obsolete. Well not exactly. we have Charlie Brown, Super Man. When you think about comics paved the way to cartoon television. If it wasn’t for great papers like ours where would TV be. where would this world be.
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