Category: opinion

An Open Letter to a Social Experiment

This is in response to an article that I read about a black man’s experiment in wearing two different sets of clothes, one dressing up/ business casual and one dressing down/ sweatpants and sweatshirt combo, and how differently he was treated wearing either outfit.  He did the same activities in both fashions, and then talked about how he felt and how he was treated by the general public.

A Black Man’s Experiment in Fashion

You don’t even have to read to article to know what the conclusion was.

My argument is that race has nothing to do with this experiment.  I am not in any way trying to downplay racism and the struggle that people of color have to go through.  It is not fair, the world is actually against them- people love a scapegoat, love to put another down to make themselves feel better, love to blame other cultures for why their life is hard, love to judge, love to hate, love to make themselves feel better by berating our fellow species.

My argument is that race doesn’t have anything to do with how you are treated based on business dress code system.  The office attire successful look- although is not flattering-  will get the immediate attention and respect of strangers.  This is why people dress like that.  It is a societal rule that exists, and although the fashion is not great, the program has been established.

Clothes denote power- this has already been proven, and it is a rule that applies to everyone- race, gender, social standing, and age are unaffected by the universal understanding that what you wear speaks volumes about who you are.  I am not saying  I agree with this truth- ties are inherently dumb and not flattering.  I hate this system, so let’s try to change it instead of placing the blame on race.

Playing the race card at when it is not applicable only hurts the cause, only pigeon holes the minority further.

Although I disagree with the business attire dress code, the article under scrutiny does nothing to promote an alternative way of dressing.  If the man is not wearing fancy clothes, then he is wearing sweatpants.  Of course people are going to treat you like a bum, you are wearing pajamas in the outside world.  If you can’t even be bothered to get dressed, then no, I will not take you seriously.  These are house clothes, something to wear while getting ready to sleep or to watch TV.  It’s just like extreme sagging- if I can see your butthole before we have even exchanged a greeting, no I don’t want to get to know you.

This is about self respect.  Sweatpants, joggers, yoga pants, stretch pants are for children and if you want the world to treat you like child then wear this in public.  But if you want to gain a slice of respect from strangers, feel good about what you wear- make a statement, feel confident about your outfit.  And no, you don’t need money to pull this off, you just need a basic sense of style, pants that can’t be pulled down by a soft blowing of the wind, a display that you are ready to interact with the world.  Instead challenge this nomenclature style with something different that is also visually appealing.

You can argue that social standards are dumb, because they inherently are, but don’t turn this into a race argument.  These are two separate issues.  Instead, this article should be about how much better you look in clothes that makes you feel confident, smart, savvy, primed, prepared, dandy, and dapper.

WILL YOU???

Honestly the worst thing about marriage and the American love story is that the dude always purposes. He has to.  The women never presents the diamond ring.  Or what, she purposes with a $20 silver fake band and then hopes to get a diamond that costs her boyfriend a year’s salary.  So romantic.  God I would pay to see men in their kept diamond rings that display the paid love, the opposite of dowry.  I want to see powerful women with only the imprint of the quickly discarded ring as they relax after work, sipping on cocktails and flirting with the waitress.

Intrinsically unfair, I only date poor guys.

Feminism, Football, Capitalism, and Cancer, All together

Abstract:

Ok so as it turns out, the “pink out” that the NFL supports to raise money for breast cancer (everyone wears pink, therefore they buy pink things, and those profits cure cancer) is not actually raising money that is helping boobs win the cancer battle.  Where the money goes is towards community awareness.  Awareness, as you are aware, does not solve problems.  Research, science, healthy eating, a non sedentary life style, and open mindedness to finding a solution are the solution.

Objective:

Concerning the NLF’s largely popular campaign “Pink Out” during the month of October and the accusation that this program is not actually doing anything productive to cure cancer found in the breast tissue of women.

  1. I am not surprised and neither should you be.
  2. The reason why it is so popular is because football is intrinsically boring and anything that might add excitement to this game of waiting is welcomed with pom pom enthusiastic arms.
  3. This proves that there exists a potential audience for females, and there is a lot of money to be made.  Football is geared to men and woman who want to impress men or at least have a common interest.  But it is not intrinsically geared towards women.

All advertisers and business know that the women spend money.  So here are Marigold’s ideas on how to make football more approachable to women, therefore at least doubling the spectator volume which in turn brings in more revenue, while simultaneously making this all-American sport more entertaining.

Ready?

Uniforms.  Change the ugly, hideous, beyond bland and never changing uniforms to something that, I don’t know, actually make the athletes look sexy? Not like a light sack of blubbery garbage? They are fully covered in spandex, and is it horrifying.  HORRIFYING.  God not only do you have to wait on average 20 minutes for anything to actually happen, you actually have to watch overweight men in KHAKI skin colored spandex lean over with their ass in high definition.  Vogue won’t even put the hottest woman with the derriere of the year in flesh colored tights.  Yet, here, we have a team of men wearing the most deplorable outfit ever constructed.  Please, give me something not only repulsive, but sexy.  There are very good looking, athletic men, running around, sweating and yelling and dancing, please let’s focus on sexifying that man!  Let us focus on fashion and style and trend in this untouched worlds of sports. Show him up close with fake balls even.  Stuff that junk!  Oh don’t be so stuffy, women do it all the time with their lips and their boobs, with the high heals impossible to walk in shoes and the make-up.  We put on a good show and have a good time doing it, let’s see those beautiful and tough men out on a real show for everyone.

Let’s turn the tables and make money.

Oh, still concerned about raising money for breast cancer? Skip the pink shirt, bandana, and banner and donate money to cancer research.

Diamond Engagements or Unnecessary Expections

The social pressure to get married is putting too much stress on relationships.  Couples are trying too hard to fulfill this romantic gesture then they are putting into having a meaningful bond with someone.  We are too caught up with getting to home base that we are not appreciating the journey.  We are losing sight of reality with this pressure to wear a fluffy dress, have a diamond adorn the finger, have a million pictures honoring your special love.  True love is amazing, but so is your connection to another person.  True love is amazing but we need to be reminded that is very special and extremely hard to find.  You cannot have it both ways.  You cannot have a super special type of love that everyone shares.  Yes you can hope for this, but is should not be deemed as inevitable, as something that will definitely happen to you.  I am not saying that we should not have marriage, I think that people should maker it less of a life goal.  Oh, poor soul, she never married, they say. Fuck that, lucky that she never settled. I will search for true love until my last breath, I will love many people along the way, I will enjoy the lovers that happen into my bed and into my heart.  I will embrace that which I learn from my partners, I will be happy with sharing their point of view, with experiencing the feelings of companionship.  Do I need a diamond to make a million dollar smile on my face?  To feel fulfilled with my life?  To validate myself as a successful member of society?

Religion According to Marigold

God exists to deal with emotion.  This is why animals do not have religion. That is why we eat meat and have house pets.  Animals have feelings not emotions.  Why then is it so socially frowned upon to be emotional?  It is deemed to be weak, a feminine trait (God is definitely a man, always portrayed as a male, full of strength, fury, and testosterone). Emotion is seen as a vulnerability, yet we have created an entire social system, one that essentially rules the world, has given people the confidence to conquer the world, in order to deal with sadness, anger, and loss.  God is there to answer the omnipresent question of why are we here and why do why have to deal with pain?  God is to guide through hard times and to celebrate in good times, to keep our emotions balanced, to help us understand the instinctual world, to define feeling, to explain intuition, to deal with the effect of the cause.

There is science to explain emotion, God to understand it.  Those people who are considered emotional should be seen as people strong enough to digest this great mystery, to give voice to what is hidden behind our eyes, to unravel the mystery of butterflies in the stomach, to take the concrete weights off a broken heart.  Emotion is the driving forces behind all our motives; emotion is strength; emotion is a virtue.

Pop Music According to Culinary Standards

Scientists say that what makes Indian foods so delicious is that there are not a lot of overlapping taste profiles.  The combination of dishes represents a large blanket of flavors, each dish adding something into the large pot of taste.  This is somewhat contradictory to what you would expect out of a scientific study to explain what makes food so delicious.  Obviously flavors that pair well together make something delicious, therefore one would assume that the most delicious food have a lot of similarities.  But the opposite is the case, it take a team of players to create a delicious playing field.  It takes a lot of separate moving parts to create an elaborate plan.  This synergy of sensation is what makes for the best meal.

This same concept of complexity in food can help explain what makes contemporary music so terrible.  There are not enough different sounds happening to create an intriguing and complex piece. Classical music is amazing because it has a million components moving harmoniously at the same time, a synergy of sounds creates a rich experience.  Pop music has maybe four things going on.  And while this can lead to something deliciously melodic, it cannot hold up on the grandiose scale of the auscultatory world.

Holiday Hijack

Where did thanksgiving go? I thought that we collectively agreed as a culture to not start Christmas until after the esteemed Turkey Day?  Thanksgiving is an important holiday- it is the celebration of the final harvest before the cold sets in, honoring the life giving land, the mineral rich black soil that is the mother to us all, respecting the beauty of vegetables, the satisfaction of fruit, the life of birds.

This subtle societal agreement to wait for the Christmas is so far being observed that we are putting up Christmas posters and store art the very day after Halloween.  The very next day, just to rub it in like an immature revenge, the red and green are all abound, the lights twinkling from the ceiling, dead trees elaborately dressed in all the glory the living has to offer.  The tree blinks, and glistens, and glitters, topped with a star plucked from the heaves above.  Why are people so excited for Christmas?  We prepared so full heartedly, so spiritually enthusiastically, so momentously monetarily, so overwhelmingly aesthetically, and the very next day after Christmas it is all taken down and cast aside like a teenage crush.  After this big lead up to Christmas, we are so ready for it to be over.  How about instead we wait longer to get into the spirit and try to keep that joy around for a little longer than a day.  I don’t know if this nation of Christians are aware, but Christmas lasts for 12 whole days.  That’s like 12 times longer than we actually celebrate it.

Let’s bring back the wind up to thanksgiving, let reinvent the glamour in this holiday of culinary and harvest appreciation, and let’s try to give Christmas a fair shake.

Love,

Marigold.

Get with The Program

So I have internet on my mobile phone- a device that resembles a mini computer more than a communication device developed for talking and used mostly for silent communication.  How come my fancy pants tablet which is, in fact, a full blown and very capable computer (top notch modern it has a touch screen like my mobile phone) does not have the ability to connect to the internet automatically without a hotshot, virtual link that you physically clink on, outside modem that blinking out its messages to invisible sphere of the internet’s cobwebs?  Does this seem backwards to anyone else?  Technology is so advanced in some aspects, but so lagging in other parts.  This limbo is strange, when everything is unevenly striving to catch up, patched together like a mismatching quilt, haphazardly sewn together with any regard for the pattern.

Whimiscal Beer, I Am In

If hops are of the cannabis family, then we have to assume that beer used to be brewed with THC on a consistent basis for thousands of years.  That is not a shocking assumption to be made.  Like hops, pot is easy to grow, its kinda like a weed.

Contemporarily, home brewers experiment with this idea, but this is too small.  Dry hopping THC into beer does not need to be relegated to your closet fermentation.  It needs to storm the market, be a thing.  A trend packaged and all dolled up, pushed about the young and adventurous, to be popular and the largest party hit.  The people will love it.

Colorado, where are you on this project?  You better hurray up and dominate the market, else America’s high five is going to steal it from you.

Hop Ya Later

Americans do not have the best taste, but they certainly have the best influence on worldly culture.

I am not sure how the west coast hop craze has overtaken the palate of the so called sophisticated beer aficionados, but the why does not matter.  What matters here is how this dominant influence of dry and dominating, one dimensional flavor has quickly and subtly changed the beers that I know and love.  Sounds like a terrible date, why would you want to put that description on your tongue.  You would never even give that guy a first chance.  <shivers>

They have gotten more hoppy.  All of them.  Craft beers, old standbys, well-know favorites, new creations. All of them.  All beer has changed in style like the latest fashion trend.  All of the good, well rounded, malty with a touch of hoppy, benevolent ESBs from the English country side, the hefty bastard from Scotland, has drifted towards the side of the west coast.  It’s not that my tongue has been burned by consumption of hops over the years, that is not how it works.  My tongue is not burned, honestly beer has become more bitter. It is leaning away from the malty goodness, out of partiality, and into the kingdom of the west.

Give me the balance.  Give me the complex.  Give me something that continues to grow as you sip beer after beer.  Like a lays potato chip, nobody has just one.  Let the flavors linger and get to know one another, let’s explore a whole palate of what the beerscape has to offer.

You have watered down the beer taste you assholes.  Stop ruining my life, you American hipsters.