I just came back inside my room after my ‘me took like ten of my matches and burned a clump of hair that I swept out of my room (the
reason for having clumps of hair in my room will become clear later). She said
if the birds took my hair and made a nest out of it, I would become crazy.
Well, I guess some birds must have already gotten a hold of some of my loose
strands, because today was quite a trip. It started with a PC session at the
hub about sexual assault, which first of all made me mad because it was like
they were talking to toddlers. “Is she asking for it if [insert dumb reason
here]? No, nobody ever asks to be raped. This is common sense. I think they are
doing these kinds of sessions just to cover their butt, because they probably
don’t want to be liable if we do something wrong. They can always say that they
have presented us with the information.
Sorry not sorry for the following
rant. The next activity made me the maddest, though, because it seemed to be
trying to teach us about the gender norms and stereotypes that are just
beginning to be broken in America, and in a lot of other places for that
matter. They called out different things and had us stand on one side of the
room if it was a man’s job and on the other side if it was a woman’s job. It
was things like “takes care of the children” and “carries heavy objects” and
also things like chef vs. home cook and farmer vs. gardener. For each job
called out, a lot of people went to one side of the room or the other, but I
planted myself firmly in the middle, arms folded, with a distinct scowl on my
face. I really did not understand what they were trying to get at here- that
gender norms exist? Duh. We’re not idiots. I even asked the staff member who
was leading the activity what the point was, and she couldn’t really answer.
Alrightey then. I could legitimately argue for any job they called that it
could be carried out by both men and women- especially the carrying heavy
objects one, because here the bo’me carry those gigantic water buckets on their
heads. I have since tried that and couldn’t make it more than ten steps before
feeling like my neck was going to collapse. I realize that they were trying to
see if we knew the traditional gender roles, because there are more distinct
gender roles here, especially in the rural areas. But I feel like even doing
that will perpetuate those segregated norms, and as someone who never really
fit neatly into my gender’s stereotype, I just wasn’t having it. Some other
people had the same feeling and stood in the middle with me through the whole
stupid exercise. I’m aware that integration in terms of gender roles into this
culture is important to a certain extent, but what about the PC’s 2nd
overall goal of the whole organization, where we’re supposed to share American
culture and values? Gender equality and freedom of expression across the gender
spectrum is insanely important to people my age. If I am supposed to be a role
model for these young girls and I don’t stand up for equality within my gender,
how are they supposed to see that they can do whatever job they want, be
leaders in their families and communities, and be the changemakers for a better
world? There’s definitely a fine line between integration and standing up for
what you believe in. After that clustermess of a session, I was more ready than
ever to do what I had been thinking about doing for a while: cutting my hair.
I had been halfway hesitant
earlier, but at that point I was so over it, especially after that session
about gender stereotypes. Hillary and I both went to Tyler’s house, put our
hair in ponytails, and chopped those suckers off. I was not nervous in the
slightest, but Hillary was a bit more scared. I was gonna buzz it all off right
then, but Tyler’s clippers kind of crapped out on me, so we decided to just
leave the one side buzzed, going for the accidental Skrillex look. So my hair
was buzzed on the side and about as long as the bottom of my ears everywhere
else. I think I kind of weirded out the kids as I walked back. They were like
“Why did you cut your hair? You were beautiful.” Thanks, kid, but you don’t
have to wash your hair in a bucket and deal with the wind whipping it around
all over the place and getting it into infinite knots. None of these kids have
any hair at all, and they are all beautiful, so I don’t see what the big deal
is. When I got home, my ‘me was laughing like crazy. I guess that
dubstep-inspired fashion has not yet reached Lesotho. I thought I looked kinda
badass, myself. I ensured her that I would cut the rest of it the next day. I
went into my room and fixed it a bit with scissors in my tiny mirror by the dim
lamplight, making it much better and not sticking out everywhere. My plan is to
go in stages. First Skrillex, then Mohawk, then the full buzz. But for now it’s
kind of fun. Again, I’m already the weird foreigner who does handstands, so
what’s another level of weird? Exactly.
Before- notice that Hillary
is not excited about this
After- holding the damage in our hands
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