Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Tomboy Continuum

Growing up, I was a huge tomboy.  Maybe it was the fact that 98% of my cousins were boys and we played together all the time (football, baseball, basketball, soccer, frisbee, kickball, tag, hide and seek, ghosts in the graveyard, you name it).  Maybe it was the fact that my [single] mom showed me that women can do anything and shouldn't feel limited, and that she was super outdoorsy and encouraged me to spend time playing outside, hiking, looking at bugs and animals and digging in the mud.  Maybe I just wanted to be different than all the girls I knew.  Maybe it was just my personality.  But tomboy I was, and I was proud of it. 

I don't know if I ever actually grew out of being a tomboy.  I mean yes, there were some clear phases in my life:
  1. Elementary school: I refused to pierce my ears, or listen to the music the other girls listened to, or wear makeup, or wear any pink clothing, or wear my hair in anything other than a low ponytail.  I was a hardcore soccer player and spelling bee competitor. 
  2. Middle school: I actively dressed like a boy.  I wore long cargo shorts or camouflage pants and boys t-shirts (I refused to shop in the girls' section at Target or Kohls when my mom took us shopping), and I would have worn boxers if my mom would have let me.  I beat everyone in my middle school class, girls and boys, in a competition to see who could kick the longest field goal.  I snowboarded because at my school, only boys did, and I wrote a paper about how stupid I thought short-shorts and make-up were.  I even told my step-mom that make-up was for people who were embarrassed by their faces (I was a lil' firecracker sometimes, haha).
  3. High school: I transformed my look into a pseudo-punk style ("pseudo," because I didn't really know what punk was, or have the means or desire to actually dress like a "real" punk).  I started wearing girl-jeans and shirts made for girls, but I sewed plaid and striped fabric into my jeans and my shirts were almost all black and/or rock&roll related.  I wore metal and black jewelry and choker necklaces (so cool).  I even had a pair of those jeans with the enormously huge, baggy legs.  I started wearing a little makeup, and I wore dresses to school dances.
  4. College: I still struggled often, but in college I finally found my style that I've stuck with for years; blue or black or gray skinnies, boots or Converse or sandals, neutral or cool colored shirts (for ladies!), and a little silver jewelry.  I finally got my ears pierces at nineteen, and I got my first tattoo at twenty.  I enjoy wearing makeup and looking pretty.  I took a lot of women's studies classes in undergrad, and I developed and clarified my thoughts and opinions as a woman and a feminist.  
    • To me, being a feminist simply means that I believe in equal opportunities and treatment for those of all genders, and I shy away from gender-specifications as much as possible. For instance, as far as jobs go, a woman shouldn't be judged if she chooses to be a firefighter or a tailor or a homemaker, and a man shouldn't be judged if he chooses to be a dress designer or a stay-at-home dad or a banker.  A woman shouldn't be thought of as any less or more of a feminist or a "real woman" depending on how much makeup she wears, or what her clothes look like.  To me, honestly, style and makeup are so based on personality they're beneath a discussion of human rights, but it's a common theme throughout the literature, and in conversations I've had.
    • I believe in completely equal rights for women and men (equal pay for equal work, etc.), though I don't think we should have to use unisex bathrooms or anything.  I think it's fine and common and admirable for women to be proud of being women, and for men to be proud of being men, though this pride should not go so far as to debase, insult or harm others.  I also don't believe there are only two genders; I see gender along a blurry continuum similar to skin color; you can't say someone is "gay" or "straight" any more than you can say someone is "white" or "black;" yes, those labels have important connotations that shouldn't and can't be ignored, but they are much more complex and nuanced, which I think is amazing. 
So, today, you might call me a tomboy or a feminist or a girl or a woman (or just an oddball who thinks about these things way too much).  I'm more secure in my fashion, style, beliefs and mindset than ever, thanks to years and years of being a tomboy: being different and loving it, having friends who loved me for who I was and not what I looked like or what I acted like, and being around people who have taught me and mentored me and supported me through the process of growing up.  I'll never stop learning and I'm sure my beliefs will change over time, but I'm confident in myself and that's all that matters.  I still hate pink. 

--Sammie

Disclaimer: I could literally write or talk about feminism and gender issues for hours, and there's a lot more I didn't have room in my brain to add here, so if you ever want to have a conversation, get ahold of me!

ALSO: I'm going to look for some SWEET tomboy pictures of me in my younger years, which I'll add in an update as soon as I can get my hands on some.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

23 Things I Love at the Age of 23


So, granted, this post is coming about eight months later than I wrote it, and eight months later than I would have liked to have posted it (my birthday is on May 21st), but I love the idea of making annual lists of things I love and that are important to me, big and small. I'm planning on doing another list on my next birthday (24!), so for my 23-list, I thought hey, better late than never!  Also, I've been super busy at work and with school lately, and I've missed posting!  This is a quick way of getting back into my blog with something I wrote a few months ago.  Thanks for understanding :)

So here goes: 23 Things I Love at the Age of 23:

1. Plants & gardening: even though I live in a second floor apartment, I make the most of my little balcony and my window space in the spring and summer. My huge assortment of pots holds herbs and flowers and ivies and succulents. I can’t wait to get started on 2013’s garden in a few months!

2. Dogs. Mine. Other peoples’.  Snickers, Rio, Gunther and Peanut are a few of my favorites. 

3. Tattoos! I found a new artist in Columbus. Now, if I only had money to spend on more tattoos...

4. Books: old, new, fiction, non-fiction… I have so many that my bookshelves are double-stacked and threatening to break.  Oh, and there are stacks everywhere in my apartment. And on the same note, bookstores! And Half-Price Books, aka heaven on earth.

5. My friends! Wine nights with the girls. Card nights with the boys.

6. Simply Lemonade: I try not to buy it too often because I’ll kill a giant bottle in like two days.

7. Blogs! I’ve found so many great reads through the interwebs over the past year.  Check out the list of blogs I read on the right.

8. Avocados: one of my favorite produce items, and one that I rarely splurge on. But mmm, avocado and tomato slices on an English muffin… guacamole… avocado in quesadillas… yes please.

9. Pizza: Grandview has so many great little pizza places! Panzera’s, Grandads, Cowtown, Bono… I’ll never get sick of pizza, haha.

10. Art: seeing it. Making it. Buying it.

11. Northern Michigan: our family’s annual vacation to a teeny cottage on a little lake, and seeing my extended family for the 4th of July. Swimming, laying on the dock, grilling burgers, sitting by bonfires, and drinking beer are a few of the many highlights :)

12. Silver jewelry: bracelets, rings, necklaces, anything

13. Coffee: my constant morning companion. I like French Roast with a sprinkle of Truvia and a splash of milk.

14. The Worthington Farmer’s Market: my job on Saturdays for almost two years now!  In the spring and summer, I sell herbs and flowers, and in the fall and winter, I sell apples.  It’s a blast and pays well and I love seeing all the regular customers and regular dogs and kiddos.

15. Getting up early: I sleep in on Sundays until about 10:00am, but I’m really a morning person and I get up early the other six days of the week. I don’t complain about getting up early, because a) I get coffee and breakfast! and b) it makes the day seem longer and more productive.

16. The Friday night wine bar my mom works at in the summer: the perfect Friday night!  Me and Ben and my friends Emily and Nate and all my neighbor friends who live in Worthington Hills meet up for bubbly and pizza and fun.

17. Decorative stuff that hangs: bunches of dried herbs and flowers, candleholders, dried peppers, glass feathers… I love that my apartment is filled with lots of hanging things; I love the look.

18. NOT having Facebook.

19. Retro swimsuits: I have yet to find one I love enough to spend the money on, but I’m on the hunt!

20. Thrift stores: clothing ones like Plato’s Closet and home ones like One More Time and other little consignment shops. Half the stuff I own I got from these stores!

21. Sports: I love watching football in the fall and basketball in the winter/spring.  Also, working out: I love running, playing basketball or volleyball or pickup football on rare occasions and doing yoga.

22. Nail polish- I finally stopped biting my nails!  They pretty.

23. A clear complexion; finally at the tail end of my 22nd year, my acne 99.9% disappeared. I don’t know if it was the new face washing regimen I started, or if I was just at the age that my face finally decided that acne was lame, but FINALLY I don’t have breakouts and while I enjoy wearing makeup, I don’t feel like I NEED to in order to hide my face anymore.